Backwater Old Man Becomes A Swordmaster Novels & Stories

He then thrusted his sword to his left shoulder. The man groaned in pain. "Ah!" Seeing that the old man was busy with his comrade, the other man tried to sneak an attack. "Got you." The other man said, there was a malicious smile on his face. When his dagger was about to land onto the old man's back. Grandpa Ben moved to the left, and slashed the man's stomach. Looking at the upcoming earth sword, the other man steps backwards. But he still got scratched by it. "Fuck it, Old Ben!" The other man angrily shouted.

There was sitting a middle-aged man, holding a cane and glasses and also wearing a gray beret, matching the clothes the man was wearing. The man smirked, when William and Aluna Welas walked towards him. "Grandpa," said William. The man wanted to come closer, but John's hand rose, and seemed to ask William not to come closer. "no self-awareness," snapped John Mose, surprising William. The man stopped and made a considerable distance from John Mose. "What do you mean Grandpa?" asked William not understanding. "It's so presumptuous that you sell my shares and some important assets. In fact, you donate my luxurious palace to the poor," said John Mose in an angry tone.

The greatsword went furthur in as the old man grabbed the blade in an act of final defiance. "Kuff!" Some blood spilled out absorbing into the sword. "The sword was a gift to my son. But you wield it. Good, it is still in the family." The old man stared at the carvings on the blade reading the names. Stopping at the one before Ren's name. "My grandson.. of course.." "Goodbye Grandpa.. no more stories to tell." Ren said in a small whisper as he moved the blade up destroying the body completely. The soul was dragged into Ren's Soul Wall. The old man was not allowed to rest even in death. "Forgiveness is not allowed."

“What did you think it was going to be? You smashed up all my daggers. The training dagger is all I have left!” Sending Zen away with a kick and slamming the door in the youth’s face, Ben tossed the shattered dagger pieces at the back of his workshop and waited for the young adventurer to return triumph with his battle against the firewood logs. In Ben’s prime, he was known as the bladeless master not because he fought without a sword but because his swords often shattered in battle. Eventually, the retired swordmaster found a secret technique to use anything as a blade. Now, he hopes that this promising young seedling will learn a thing or two under his care. The axe in the stump will only

"When I was still in Agrela, I accidentally got to know an old man, and we hit it off. So, he taught me some drawing skills to draw on weapons. However, he never told me that it was an inscription skill, and we never regarded our relationship as master-apprentice. Thus, I thought it was inconvenient for me to reveal it in the beginning. Moreover, the old man said before that if I follow his teachings, I can increase the strength of any weapon, but he never mentioned that only a middle-rank weapon can be engraved." Keith could no longer control his anger and interrupted Caspian, "Nonsense! Your excuses are full of flaws. Who are you trying to lie to!" Nevertheless, Caspian was not annoyed. In

Yes sir" The assistant who had followed his master for many years and had never seen him care for anyone other than his wife was shocked. One has to know, his master had never even cared for his sons in this manner. The Gu family was one of the most prominent families in the country, but it had quite a few members but each of those members were very capable people and because of that most of them were left to fend for themselves as soon as they are old enough to care for themselves. But, right in front of him it seemed there was a reversal, he didn't understand why, but his master seems to treat her like a treasure among the younger generation. But he understood it wasn't in his place to ask

But you do not trap gods in a stone basin and expect them to stay quiet. The old man leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper now. “The water is not water. It is a memory of what was stolen. Anyone who drinks from it… they do not get stronger. They get hollowed out. Their body becomes a vessel for something that has not had a home in a thousand years.” He paused, his eyes darting to the door as if checking for something outside. “How do you know all this?” Escuro asked sceptically. The old man’s hand stilled n the iron rod. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze toward the wall where several small, carved wooden figurines hung from rusted nails– figures with too m

"I understand, Master. I'll be at home waiting for you." With that, she left the room. "Wow, Percy, I didn't know you were so skilled at training people," Franklin said, clearly impressed. I waved it off modestly. "Oh, I just have experience with handling animals. It's not much, but it's something I know well. Compared to teaching, I'm sure it's nothing." "No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?"

I wouldn’t let him play this twisted game alone, and I definitely wasn’t going to let him think he’d always have the upper hand. “Can you at least get me a pillow?” he said, and I caught the way he licked his lips and gripped my hips even tighter. I rolled my eyes a little but still reached behind to grab a pillow and handed it over. The second Rowan settled it under his head, I started moving again, grabbing my breast as I tossed my head back, losing myself in the feeling and in him. “Damn, you’re good at this. What was my brother thinking, letting go of a woman with skills like that? Was your stepmother such a knockout that he just—”

"Senior is one of the sword kings or the only sword master of the sword sect. Jian Guang, otherwise known as the sword of light!" "Hahaha! What an extraordinary young man. Even a soul that contains something special can know my identity." The old man who had been hunched over slowly became a handsome man of thirty to forty years old. The white clothes with a gold-colored sword at his waist made all eyes turn dumbfounded towards him. "Greetings Your Majesty the king of swords." The disciples and elders of the sword sect instantly bowed towards Jian Guang. "Greetings sword king!" Even the elders and younger generation who were there were also very respectful to him