Basara Samurai Heroes Novels & Stories

As he used his technique ‘Piercing Light’, he couldn’t help but think to himself, “The Ancients have Basileus and the humans have the myth of the Black Dragon to keep them safe from her hands. What do you have?” As though to answer his words, Village Head Samoa roared loudly and stuck a powerful palm strike towards chest of the Barbarian Primogenitor. In response, the lips of Red Rose curled into a disdainful smirk as she bent slightly and twisted her body to the side. Then, with much skill and grace unbefitting of Barbarians, she sidestepped the attack. Other barbarians may foolishly believe in facing every attack head-on and while the third ancestor was part of this unfortunate classificat

“Hit the chest, not the air. Move!” Lila clapped, bouncing, her hazel eyes bright as she watched Mara, then turned to Sam, beaming. “You’re like a hero in those old tales, Sam! All fierce and twirly!” Her sling dangled, free hand mimicking Sam’s staff spin, clumsy but earnest. Luna purred, warm, her silvery form glowing. This one’s heart is pure, Sam. Protect her spark. Sam’s lips curved, tension easing, green eyes softening. “Heroes train hard, Lila. Show me your sling—hit that far dummy.”