Backwater Old Man Becomes A Swordmaster Novels & Stories

But the doubt was louder tonight than it had ever been. Ben Blackwood didn’t make mistakes. He didn’t second-guess, he didn’t hesitate, and he certainly didn’t feel. Every move he made was calculated, cold, methodical. His marriage to Serena had started as just another play in a long game of revenge—revenge against the father who’d tried to ruin him, revenge against the legacy that nearly buried him. Serena was the perfect pawn: beautiful, intelligent, naive in all the ways that mattered. She was a key to unlocking every door that had once been slammed in his face.

The old man with a hunchback asked as he handed me a sword. It was heavy in my hand and it amazes me how I was able to carry it with no struggle. "I've never seen a woman of your stature being able to carry that sword." He said as though amazed with my strength. I unsheathed the sword and pointed it to his head as he shrieked in fear and surprise. "Why are you sizing my strength?" I asked. The sword was light but the sheath was heavy. If I hadn't studied the weapon in my hand, I wouldn't have noticed.

"I'll try to become a disciple of that eccentric old man. If I fail, then I will need to rely on my big sister's influence to obtain a good teacher to train with the sword. However, I feel that my sister won't be able to get someone as good as that old man to teach me." Golden stood up and left his room. There wasn't any need to wait as he would need to ask that old man personally if he wanted to become his disciple, and Golden needed to improve quickly as the Origin Path had harsh requirements. Golden walked until he reached that old man's place and knocked on the door. After hearing that, Golden opened the door and saw that famous old man for the first time. He was tall with long white hai

The waitress was surprised to find out that the Young Master she had been trying to get close to, was the one who had done it. "Rip his mouth, Roy. How dare he insult my wife!!!" Deffin shouted angrily. "And, throw him into the interior of another country, I don't want to be in the same country with him." An order that could not be refuted. The secretary immediately took out the folding knife in his pocket. Srrreett... Not too wide but painful enough, this was a common occurrence, physical torture of servants' mistakes was like a tradition that his grandfather Deffin had created, it was Roy's hands that punished them, because since childhood Roy was educated directly by Deffin's grandfather.

the old man asked. "I will hold the sword inverted with both hands gripping the blade. The pommel and crossguard will act as an impact point. Mordhau." William says with confidence. The old man is impressed by William's answer and replies with a wager on who will win. William took on the offer and bet for Eldric. He gave the gold pouch he got from Lenato, and the old man bet with the earning he got from selling his ale.

Flashback " Kid, just call me Master Ali" an old man told him. He's wearing a black gown like a priest and he was wearing a mask on his face. He's holding a wooden cane and he got a long beard suited for his white long hair. Alexis was only seven years old and had no idea what the old man was teaching him. " Master Ali,teach me how to become a Vampire Slayer like my father!" The kid told him cheerfully. The old man jumbled his hair and smiled at him making his wrinkles appeared on the side of his lips.

He saw an older man with white hair and a ruddy complexion looking affectionately at him. “Come quick, kid.” Jenson disappeared in a blink of an eye and hid behind Old Man Zack. “Are you from Doomsday, Gramps?” “I’m your daddy’s master, so you can call me Grandmaster.” When Zack mentioned his newly acknowledged apprentice, his face was filled with contentment.

Teaching his body that pain was not a reason to let go. The old man turned and walked back into the smithy, throwing one last sentence over his shoulder. "Tomorrow, you start working the bellows." Rex crouched down and rested his wounded hand on his knee. The northern night wind scraped down from the ice plains, cutting against the wound like a blade. He didn't flinch. He watched the sword standing in the dirt, his skin still stuck to the hilt, gleaming dark red under the moonlight. He reached out with his uninjured left hand, gripped the hilt, and pulled the sword free.

Of course, if someone wronged him, he would retaliate a thousand times more cruelly than the one who wronged him. “Alright, then Grandfather is glad to hear that. Oh, your master will return in a few months, but before he left, he entrusted this to you!” Grandfather Qin handed an ancient book to Xiao Chen. The book was a manual on double-sword techniques that had once been practiced by Master Ming Yue in his youth, which had also helped him reach the pinnacle of the world. “Grandfather…”

Tong Mu pressed his sword against the old leader’s throat; a ribbon of red blossomed. “Drop your weapons, or this old man’s head will roll!”