Belmont Sword 소설 & 이야기

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

It smelled of truth. Kaelen moved with a grim, determined purpose, stripping off his fine tunic and replacing it with a simple leather jerkin. He chose his sparring blade, not the ornate, weighted sword of ceremony, but a plain, well-worn steel longsword that felt like an extension of his own arm. Its balance was perfect, its grip familiar, a solid, unyielding reality in a world that had become a nightmare of whispers and silence.

The might of his sword crashed down like an avalanche, pulverizing the body of a novice Scion-ranked Larvic elder! "Argh!!!" Even as blood-curdled screams rang all around, Caleb turned and swung his sword again. World Burial Sword, Second Style—Throttle! Swoosh! Despite weighing a ton, the Guardian slashed straight for Tamel's neck! Tamel snorted as he raised his saber, which flashed blindingly, in turn! Clang!!! As their blades clashed, the recoil knocked both men backward. Swish! But in a split second, Caleb's eight flying swords shot toward Tamel.

he caressed the pommel of his sheathed sword strapped to his waist, “but I already sharpened Needle’s blade just for this.” My eyebrows furrowed, “You named your sword…Needle?” He beamed with a childish grin and nodded frantically, “Yes! Do you like it?” I glared at him, “It’s stupid. Only dumb swordsmen ready to die in battle name their swords.” I replied flatly and took Shelly’s reins, leading her away from the cliff. “Oh, my father said otherwise. He said your sword is just an extension of your arm and naming it is a thing of great pride.”

“It used to be my grandfather's. He was a remarkable warrior. One that conquered nations and defeated packs. He was feared for his bravery and agility so he was called the bladesman. it was passed down to my father and then to me.” I nodded in understanding as I took out the long sword, watching its silver blades glisten. It was quite heavy but when I flexed it, I realised how flexible it was. I loved how pointy the edge was and it had the initials ‘B.M’ which I assumed meant bladesman. “But I've never seen you use this,” I say. He nodded. “I didn't feel like I deserved it. It was used by great men who went to war alone and came back conquerors. I go with my pack, it felt like an abuse so I

"This one is very amazing. Give me additional details about it. The blacksmith who forged that specific weapon grinned proudly. "This is our masterwork, the height of our abilities, Alpha's son. It's made of the best steel, forging it to be very sharp, balanced, and long-lasting. It's a unique one and quite expensive. No one else has this kind of sword in the whole of Sunshine pack. Leo was impressed by the blacksmith's passion and commitment to their trade. He picked up the sword and tested its balance by feeling its weight. This was the weapon he had been waiting for, and it lived up to his hopes.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"Damnit Belle, what are you doing now? What troubles are you getting in?" The weapons were placed in the hands of the two blindfolded ladies that were facing each other. Belle felt the handle of something that felt like a sword. Being a kid that always was inside her house, she had the time to play with some exhibition weapons her dad had. She couldn't identify it by weight and handle, but she was pretty sure it was a sword. It felt long and light, and she was tempted to touch further up and see how sharp it was when Cami's voice was heard again.

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”

"They're so powerful! Their fight is truly a real showdown between two monstrous talents!" "I'm just amazed that Ashton still has any fight left in him, sparring with such undiminished speed and power. Ashton is truly a terrifying individual, but Gareth is equally peerless—his true talent isn't brawling, but the swordsmanship passed down by the Divine Swordmaster. "It's rumored that Gareth's sword is invariably fatal once deployed, but no one his age has forced him to use it yet. His sword, Hell-Bane, has reportedly remained sheathed for a year."