Danmachi: Sword Oratoria の小説・ストーリー

Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword. "You bring the filth of the crust into the heavens, Anomalies," the Shogun’s voice resonated, smooth and perfectly synthesized, echoing off the invisible atmospheric dome above them. "You shattered the Marianas with brute force. You cracked my floorboards with reckless momentum. But you cannot outrun precision."

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

“I brought my hands up in front of my head in a triangle shape. This was basic Kuma-wani defense inspired by the way our sigil dragon cuts smoothly through water like an eel. It made use of our forearm guards, made of walrus bone held together by leather. Timing, speed and muscle memory were all crucial because we needed to make the strikes fall on the angles of our forearm and end up precisely where we wanted them. “As you know full well, most of the lingo used in sword-fighting doesn’t strictly talk about angles of strike, only body targets. For instance, shomen-uchi is a strike to the head, do-uchi is a strike to the side and so on. Still, from my intimate knowledge of those targets, I ca

he echoed. The creatures pressed on, their numbers overwhelming, but Hazel and Damon moved with synchronized precision, a deadly rhythm born of trust and experience. Damon’s sword arcs cut cleanly through the thick hides, while Hazel’s dagger found the gaps in their armor-like skin. Every strike, every maneuver drew them closer, weaving a tapestry of controlled chaos amidst the frenzy.

Minos ordered Rei, "I got this." Rei dashed out of the room as Minos tried to take his own swing. The tall drow parried and dodged as well. They danced around each other in the big chamber, minding the exhibits that surrounded them. Swing. Parry. Dodge. Minos could tell from the tall drow's stance and moves that he is as good as him with the sword.

I say showing the rainbow of colours in my eyes and raising ice spikes all around us blocking everyone out except me, Kane and Damon, Kane starts to circle the arena growling. “Don’t stop! Kill them all.” Damon commands his warriors. He takes his swords out and readies himself to fight me. I laugh inwardly, sword fighting is a thing of the past for most warriors but where I come from it is a necessity, you’re not a warrior until you learn to master sword fighting. I draw my sword handed down to me as the new Queen, it has Norse symbols etched into it made of silver and cuts through diamonds like butter. The second I raise my sword Damon attacks, sparks fly as they connect.

It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper. "Hello." He said as he waved at the horrified crowd, then his deadly gaze fell on our Alpha. "Hi Dex, I hope you're having a good party." From the look on Dexter's face, I knew something really bad was going to happen. Dexter stood motionless as he stared viciously at The Ripper. "What are you doing here?" He finally found his voice to ask. The Ripper smiled. "I know I was meant to remain locked up in my room like we had planned earlier but then I was also supposed to be given my elixir, wasn't I?"

SLASH! A flash of gold slashes through the air. For a moment, Morales freezes in his spot. In slow motion, blood starts to spill from his neck, spraying all over Nine. She quickly backs off in disgust while Two stares in horror as Morales’ head falls on the ground followed by his torso. Damien is standing there with his sword in his hands, blooding spilling from it. His eyes are psychotic, almost in a cruel rage and his heart hardened by what he had just heard.

Several Black Council soldiers were thrown against the walls. Others simply collapsed unconscious. ⸻ Evelyn slowly backed away. Fear consumed her elegant expression. “It shouldn’t have awakened.” Aurelius glared at her. “You broke the Seal.” “I had no choice.” “There is always a choice.” ⸻ Suddenly— Damien opened his right hand. The air around it twisted. A crimson sword slowly materialized from pure energy. Unlike the Oath Blade… It carried no inscriptions. No symbols. Only darkness. The moment its tip touched the marble floor…

he hissed into my ear, furious. Damon emerged from the trees. Dressed in a black armor, two swords strapped to his back, his eyes blazing with rage and calculations. The warriors behind him fanned out, ready to strike but he raised a hand to hold them. “He has my woman,” he said. Damon’s jaw clenched as his fingers twitched with restrained fury. “Let her go, that’s me asking nicely.” he said, his voice low and lethal. Our eyes met. At that moment, no words were needed. His gaze was steady, burning with silent promise.