Blind Swordsman Anime Novels & Stories

“Beast, and no Samurai! Come; let us see which of us the better man is.” Furiously incensed, Zempachi thrust with his spear at Tsunéhei; but he, trusting to his good sword, attacked Zempachi, who, cunning warrior as he was could gain no advantage. At last Zempachi, losing his temper, began fighting less carefully, so that Tsunéhei found an opportunity of cutting the shaft of his spear. Zempachi then drew his sword, and two of his retainers came up to assist him; but Tsunéhei killed one of them, and wounded Zempachi in the forehead. The second retainer fled affrighted at the youth's valor, and Zempachi was blinded by the blood which flowed from the wound on his forehead. Then Tsunéhei said--

He swing his sword aiming for his head. "Your head is mine!" Alucard then focus all his power to his attack. Hiyojin then attack Leomord within the air. The three warriors cornered Leomord. But, three shield emerges within Leomord's body. The three warriors didn't expect this tactic from him. Then, a numerous arrows were shot around Leomord. This arrows came from Leomord's body. The three warriors stepped back as they defend themselves against the arrows that launching in the area.

mumbled Nori, too embarrassed to say it out loud. “Before any further misunderstandings take place, I’ll have you know that I’m blind, miss. I only came over since I sensed my master’s aura within the vicinity,” explained Jade Infused Blade as his body slowly solidified… Once he stepped closer, Gerald and Nori saw that Jade Infused Blade was actually a long-haired warrior donning black armor. “Your master…?” asked the surprised Nori. “Indeed. Regardless, is that really you, master? It’s been thousands of years since we’ve last met! You’re finally back!” replied Jade Infused Blade in a rather hoarse and concerned voice as he looked at Gerald.

The massive silver sword that craft with a long dragon wrapped its body along the handler appeared in the air and floated just next to his hand. His own battle began. He unsheathed his sword and the scabbard disappeared. “Let’s play to our hearts’ contains, yeah?” On the other hand, Samuel was elegantly and efficiently cutting down the necks of his enemies in complete contrast to Ryuzaki's expectation. The werebears, werelions, and soldiers running into him didn’t even have a chance to scream before their breaths were cut short. SLICE! When Samuel’s dancing with his sword, another enemy lost their heads at the speed of lightning.

Esmeralda's body bleeds profusely and Jack transforms into a werewolf, thus persecuting Esmeralda's body fiercely and mercilessly. Jordan Catwalk and Diana Catwalk backed away, seeing Jack who was raging blindly. "Stop the weak bastard! Your opponent is me, not my woman." Jeremy roared with emotion. The man's hands clenched into fists, exerting all his strength to free himself from the bonds that made him unable to act freely. In fact, the woman was slammed violently in front of her until she was covered in blood flowing all over her body. "Stop your bullshit, you bastard! You want to kill us all?" rebuked Amelia Tones with tears running down her face.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

Swooosh! The blade with a blue glow was swung forward without any hesitation. The Zephyr Slash was pulled off once again! It was a simple and straightforward cut but packed with massive damage! “Your swordsmanship has already been perfected, Mr. Akano. If you manage to kill this man, you shall be crowned as the Shindan Way’s Sword Saint!” Sakura Miyamoto calmly said while admiring the battle. Taro Akano’s courage increased exponentially. The blade in his hand was filled with a menacing aura.

You're hopeless. And Andrew continued. "This sword was designed specifically to cut through human flesh and bone. In the hands of an expert swordsman, this Katana was fully capable of cutting a man diagonally in half with one cDianan blow, though it was a highly specialised sword. It could not cut gun barrels in half, though it can chop down trees or cut stone, as some modern manga and anime may have you believe." "What?... you watch manga and anime?" Wow... This man is surprising. She raised her brows and knitted her forehead while she Diananed on the armchair as if judging him from the stage like Magic Mike.

Danial’s vision blurred as the arcane array around them exploded in a brilliant flash of light. When the light faded, the swordsman stood, examining his sword, which now bore a significant mark. Danial, on the other hand, was on his knees, his body trembling from the sheer force of the exchange. He felt drained, but oddly exhilarated. The swordsman smiled, a satisfied expression crossing his face. With a wave of his hand, a warm light enveloped Danial, his wounds healing instantly. His body felt as though it was rewinding in time, his strength returning in an instant.