Absolute Sword Sense Novel Novels & Stories

And, yes, I will kill her—not my intention but it will happen, which only drives me to more agony, even… a feeling of loss. My senses gradually drop when the Umbra Crown presses the sword that has become doughy on the wound as if pushing it through my flesh. It doesn’t ache, but I’m fighting the urge to yowl because every second of my withdrawal into darkness reflects how long Heidi has to breathe in her world. I feel the wound heal as the sword dissolves on my skin. Then a gust of cold wind washes through me, causing me to exhale the same air. All pain wanes.

I’ll have to do something quick unless this could turn out to be fatal for me, I thought. “Gertrude! I’ve been temporarily blinded and I—” “No! You’ve been permanently blinded by my sword. Do not assume what you don’t know,” Seth said with a wide grin on his face. “I got blinded just by the wind that the sword produced. Gertrude, what is that sword?” I asked worriedly. “Oh, yes! That’s the Kaisen. It’s a sword that cuts through air and makes the air it cuts through as sharp as the blade itself,” Gertrude concluded.

[Nowo's POV] I could feel the power of my newly improved sword creeping from my hand through my veins as the golden chains dangled on it started to embrace my right arm. It wasn't a normal feeling that I got from it but a rare one, like it literally became a part of my body. This magical thing made me have a strange and wonderful experience. I could now feel the fire inside me getting stronger due to excitement, but at some point, I also felt worried about the disadvantage of being too fired up.

“Because I felt your room would have been the last place for anyone who wanted the sword or my life to check. Turns out it was the first and they were after you” “When you came to talk to me after I had woken up, you asked if someone else came in contact with it or if it was swapped, why did you ask?” “Because now it feels different” “How?” “I could feel it before, now I don’t” I thought for a moment. I knew the sword was enchanted but I didn’t think he could feel it. “Did you believe me when I said I was the only person who came in contact with your weapon?” He hesitated “I do not know”

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.

He took a deep breath and, almost absentmindedly, double-tapped the head of the sword. And then, something strange happened. The moment his fingers made contact with the hilt of the sword, a surge of energy coursed through his body. The room seemed to blur around him, and for an instant, he felt as though he was transported to another realm. The sword itself seemed to come alive in his hands, vibrating with power. A kaleidoscope of colors danced before his eyes, and King Rico felt an overwhelming sense of exhilaration and trepidation. It was as if he had unlocked a door to a hidden dimension, a place where the true potential of the sword could be harnessed.

Apparently, he was no where near me but there was a tight grip on my neck that lifted my legs from the floor. I struggled with the invisible force on my neck as I gasped for breath. I stared straight into his eyes to see if he would really kill me. There was no bit of intention to murder me, but why was he doing this? The energy sensation I felt through my body came back again, strongly this time. My senses were so triggered and I could feel my eyes slowly become blood-shot. The energy sensation in my right hand became so uncontrollable and I felt it rush down to my very palm. Out of nowhere, a sword appeared in my hand and without thinking twice, I wielded it forward, cutting off the invisi

I reached out, my hand a steady, confident presence, and wrapped my fingers around the hilt of the gold-enchanted sword. The moment I touched it, the world exploded in a blinding, white-hot flash of light. The weapon reacted to me immediately, its magic a powerful, overwhelming force that surged through my body, a raw, unfiltered surge of energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying. It recognized me. It recognized my Spartan oath, my devotion to House Ares, my unwavering, unbreakable will to fight for what was right, no matter the cost.

He shouldn't bear the burden of dealing with my adversaries. As he stepped out of the compact room to fetch drinks, I surveyed my environment, keenly observing every detail. Firstly, the architectural style and the preference for wooden walls and paper lamps hinted that we were still in the East. Secondly, the air carried a distinctive scent that confirmed my suspicion. In the room, stacks of papers were neatly arranged, and a collection of metal swords caught my eye, unmistakably katanas wielded by Samurai warriors. Intrigued, I leaned in and carefully lifted one of the swords from its place.

The bite of fear was absent, replaced instead by a serene acceptance of my fate. Yuri's scream echoed in the air as he made one final leap. Time seemed to slow, his approach taking eons. I closed my eyes, waiting for the cold kiss of steel and the subsequent void. The strike connected with a disturbingly soft sound, a sharp, searing pain slicing through my torso. Reflexively, I let out a gasping breath, opening my eyes to see the sword penetrating through me. It was surreal, like watching someone else succumb to their destiny.