Cardfight Vanguard Generation の小説・ストーリー

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

"The vanguard master slot demands a higher tier of ballistic shielding. The aesthetics are absolute perfection." "The ranking is flawless," one of the younger pack enforcers muttered from the back bench, his eyes wide with raw ambition. "My wolf intends to claim that vanguard master slot before the winter cycle concludes." Vicky polished the silver crest on his breastplate, his gold eyes dropping onto the lower-ranking soldiers with pure, aristocratic disdain. "Do your subroutines genuinely register the delusion that any baseline stray can occupy the master frequency?"

"Here!" My head snapped up, I glanced at Ben, our eyes met, then we rushed to Newt. The gangly professor was leaning over a scripture so old, the pages had coloured yellow. It was in a language I didn't understand, but Newt readout so fast it may as well have been English. "The Valderian, a warrior born every six years destined to find the stone cup." I glanced at Ben, confused. "I'm lost. What are we meant to bring them?"

“Vanguard is very strong as you already know, so we use them as our frontline, they presently make up the strongest warriors. Vanguard’s receive rigorous training every day and are trained to penetrate and break through enemy lines. In other words, they’re the spearhead in any offensive.” I followed Marcus to the innner barracks where the three different units trained and I watched as the Vanguard practiced and training under the harsh heat of the sunlight, some of them saw me and saluted me immediately and I waved at them in return greeting. Marcus touched my hands and continued, "The Phalanx is our defensive core, they’re mighty and they do not smile with anyone at all as you already know,

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

Tossing my head slightly to the side, Nova steps up and I speak to Darius, “Here’s our Lead, your fighters will be filling for vanguard and mid. I can vest my trust the victory of the first match will be ours?” I test, observing the looks on both their faces. The one with a scar across his forehead and bold black eyes gives an interesting confident vibe that eggs me to nudge his steel exterior for a reaction. He does feel the difference in auras but still holds his footing. ‘Heh, he passes the first round. Let’s see what show he puts for us’ Rex grades haughtily and I look to the other one.

Jade confessed immediately. "Blood was our bond. Our solemn vow and promise to the hood and when, if that promise is ever broken, blood is also the way to end it. This—" His voice rose, spitting in her face and inching closer. "This is why we kill" In a split second, he dug the knife into her. Jade. And it took more than just a while to process what had just happened. I couldn't even believe as she fell into my arms. I looked into Fox's eyes full and dark with vengeance as his guys drew closer.

Player#25: Badass general, this loyal soldier is here at your wish. Immortal Yuri: Those Vanguard villains have been so proud these days. General, you have to stick up for me. Mo Xin Er laughed, feeling relaxed before switching on the voice changer. She typed, "Time to loot the fortress. Soldiers, convey at Hell coven WSR 1 in ten minutes." Her fingers danced nimbly on the keyboard, switching the general message interface and a different scene appeared.

"I barely pushed! I didn't mean to break your flow!" Nia sat up, shaking her head, a breathless, awestruck laugh escaping her lips. "Mother’s grace, Mwajey. It felt like hitting a mountain. Don't apologize. You didn't break us; our mana just... gave out." Mwajuma frowned, her thick brow furrowing. Her high Battle IQ was analyzing the interaction, and the math was fundamentally wrong. These were the Vanguard. They were the absolute elite, the women who defended the Canopy Gates against the hulking, mana-dense abominations of the Savage Wilds. Their physical technique was flawless. Their discipline was absolute.

By experiencing each major generational group, Ves could increase his insights into the history of mechs and their major developments. As soon as he made up his mind, Ves eagerly logged into the game for the first time in weeks. He happily sauntered over to the location in the virtual city where they sold the virtual licenses. As he stepped inside a shop featuring endless 2-star licenses of any kind, Ves felt as if he stepped into a candy store.