Danmachi: Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

Next was WEAPON MASTERY. Wooden practice swords glowed softly under the sun as Damon and Elina stepped into the circular arena. The audience leaned forward, breath held, as Liam announced: “Same rules as before " Liam said, while Damon rolled his shoulders and offered Elina a grin. “Go easy on me.” Elina raised her blade. “No.” The sound of their swords clashing cracked through the air like thunder. Clack—CLACK—CLACK. Damon moved with a disciplined elegance—every swing calculated, every block purposeful. His footwork was a perfect rhythm, trained to perfection under Damian's watchful eyes.

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

She blocks and I summon my katana. Sword of the shard, First stance: Cleaver of the Heavens A huge blade of energy appears in the air beside me pointed directly at her. It fires with incredible speed and she finally speaks. Prayer of the Damned: Inferno of Souls . Her sword burns with hellfire and she hurls it at the oncoming energy blade. “All right, that’s enough from you two kids” I see lightning flash in the space between our two attacks and they both disappear. A man dressed in a suit, with long white hair is left. Electricity crackles from where his eyes are supposed to be and he wears a wide grin.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

"Have you not been listening to the words I've been saying" "Classic game shi**" "Classic game shi**" "Only the players do actual damage" "The NPC damage is always minimal" "Oh...my... God" Natsumi said as her eyes widened "I don't think what I said is something to be wowed about" Orie replied "No" Natsumi said "I wasn't talking to you" she said as she pointed behind Orie. Orie turned around to see what she was pointing at. "Oh, yeah" he said with a straight face

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

My dragon likes the stone and I enjoy seeing pride in his eyes when I wear it. Sir Orifice only had one goal and that was to remove my dress and fuck me. Hitting him over the head with a large vase from the nightstand beside the bed was easy. Repeatedly stomping his fingers beneath my boot satisfying. My thirst for blood began as a child when I planned to kill the dragon. I will never be a normal bride. Had never been a normal child. Somehow the gods matched me with the one man who would see my savagery as a bonus.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

Attacks from a martial god sovereign were hardly worth noticing. At this moment, Dorian also flew over. He could see that Chase was under considerable pressure from facing the stage-three martial god king. Dorian's flying sword shot out, much sharper than before. When Chase and Seamus had been discussing sword aura talismans, he had listened in and gained considerable insights. Now, he was putting these newly understood techniques to use. Lynn had never seen such swordsmanship before and was quite surprised. Though Dorian appeared to be only a perfect stage-nine martial god sovereign, his damage output seemed to reach stage three of the martial god king realm.

I rolled my eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Suddenly an unfamiliar figure came into view giggling and clapping his hands in a sinister way as he narrowed his gaze at me. His stare remained fixed on me with an unerring intensity. I gulped down a lump trying to gather my thoughts together as my heart raced while Nyx's growl turned into a fierce snarl. "I told you," Nyx states. Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes as she gloats. Soon the man's lips wiggled into a snicker. “I must say, Sage has quite the taste”