Chojuro Sword Novels & Stories

’ Jairo said in excitement, “I, Jairo Hunt, pledge my loyalty to serve you until I die, Mr. Yarde!” Kayson waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll just give you a title for the time being. However, I will need to defer the application.” Chance had not mentioned to him having the qualification to recruit a member, so he would make a decision after inquiring about that in detail later. Kayson made his way to Northriv Swordmaniac and picked up his sword. It was an intricately-made double-edged two-handed sword of good quality. Since the Admiralporium had yet to take action, he decided that he would use the sword temporarily first.

It was like a shiny diamond necklace. A moment later Sage added, "However, probably the most impressive and specialized of all Asian swords are the Japanese swords, most notably this Katana, which is a single-edged, slightly curved sword with a blade around 2.5'. I prefer this, actually." Yeah, I don't even fucking care. She groaned.

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”

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

He roared, “Chaotic Judgment!” Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! As it flew toward Frode, countless blade glows seemed to shatter the void and create numerous cracks. Frode controlled the Mourning Longsword and continued to swing the blade glows away. For a while, neither side seemed to be able to do anything about their adversary.

"Why haven't you done that already? We'd lose more than what we bargain for if they attack Frankton Tower!" Jouri ignored her, however, and smiled at Frank. "What?" He chuckled. "I'm guessing you want something out of this?" "You really are smarter than the rest, chief! See, Princely Sword School's technique is quite unique, and I'd like a living specimen if it's okay." "Of course!" "Then that's decided!"

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

He kneeled on one knee and bowed. “I know.” Sherif Jumpei. He was the disciple that inherited the Loyalty Sword. Loyalty Sword was the power that powered up the mind and the body and acted as a true servant to the one they served. In this case, his loyalty was sole to Persephone; his master and savior. “Will Lord Hades be okay, master? Should I aid him on the battlefield for a certain result?” “Hahaha.” The sound of her laughter vibrated through the place. “You don’t have to be so uptight. He will be okay. My husband is not a weakling that needs your backup.”

Ayo steadied herself and proudly exclaimed, "Impressive eyesight. This is the Kato Family's demonic sword, Tatamo, passed down for 300 years!" Shuten followed suit. "And mine is the demonic sword, Datengo!" Whoosh! The two vanished again, attacking Chad once more. Bernard was anxious! At that rate, Chad would almost certainly be killed. So he flew toward Chad and pushed him aside to take his place. The two swords pierced Bernard's body. The blades emitted a blue light, causing Bernard's body to shrivel. However, with his sanctified flesh, he grinned fiercely and gripped the two swords before violently twisting his body!

I grabbed the guy's hand and twisted it, he dropped the katana and grunted in pain, Jiroo picked up the silver metal and pierced it on the guy's neck before I kicked his body. "I like it." I said while looking proudly at what Jisoo did to the guy's neck. "How you like that?" Jiroo asked quizzically. "I like how you pierced the sword that penetrated to the other side of his neck." I said and tapped Jiroo's shoulder.