Danmachi: Sword Oratoria の小説・ストーリー

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 39: The Spar Dallan helplessly looked at the prepared empress. She felt as if she was going to die right now. On the other hand, while Dallan was having anxiety, Miles was the only one calm. He put his sword away and tightened the grasp of his real sword around his waist. He glimpsed at the two women, who were looking at each other. He couldn’t figure out what was on their heads as these two women are surely unpredictable.

"Quick question, Archer, lancer, or swordsman?" "Swordsman, of course! So that I can return and defeat Uncle Slejj with my incredible sword skills!" Drom said this as he grabbed a twig from a large tree and whipped it about, horribly imitating a swordsman. Daito chuckled at his hideous imitation, and Drom laughed back, chuckling and tossing the stick aside. Something caught Drom's attention as they were expressing their joy. "Hello, Dai! Look at what's going on at the gate."

I said, smirking at my mate “but I believe that you’re the master of deceit and acting” “What are you referring to this time, Dante?” Aurora asked, frowning in question, before her eyes widened in realization and understanding. A devious smile formed on my mate’s face, and taking her hand in mine, I kissed her knuckle gently, letting my lips linger there for a few seconds. “I believe that we are going to need to play one final game, neonata” I said, looking her in the eye “a last big show, or more specifically, a grand finally”

Thunder Knee—rising upward while the electrical load discharged downward through the joint. He dropped back into a neutral stance, exhaling a long plume of mist. Yamato stood watching, his expression unreadable. "Not bad." "The Flash Step still needs refinement," Danial noted. "The Flash Step is fine," Yamato dismissed with a wave of his hand. His sharp eyes locked onto Danial's hip. "Show me the blade." Danial froze. Beside them, Balthazar went entirely still. "The... blade?" Danial repeated carefully. "The Sword Drawing Technique," Yamato said, his voice dropping into a register that made the ambient light seem to dim. "The manual I handed you when you first arrived. Show me what you've do

That the debt comes due. Damitri's face twisted, realization dawning like a blade to the gut. His grip tightened on the sword hilt until his knuckles whitened, the runes flaring brighter, casting eerie red light across his features. No words escaped him—just a low, guttural snarl that vibrated through the air. The battlefield faded at the edges for Elian, the demons' howls muffling as Damitri's form blurred. With a surge of power that rippled the air like heat haze, he vanished—gone in a swirl of dark mist, leaving the messenger to bellow orders to the faltering line. The vision darkened; more warriors fell in the wake, screams swallowed by the horde, the crest of Moonveil trampled into the

I smirked, not looking at him, “You’ve known me long enough to know I don’t play by safe rules.” The noise was growing louder now, voices mixing with the sound of boots crushing leaves. “They’re surrounding us,” Damon muttered, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword. “Good,” I replied, my tone low but steady, “Makes it easier to know where to aim.” He scoffed,

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.

Luna Morgana came to my side as she leisurely watched the fight. She already knew what the outcome of the battle would be, so she paid the most attention to me. Damien drew his sword almost immediately and went forward to slash Roshan with it but Roshan was quick to block his attack with his shield, a sly smile escaped Damien's lips as if to show that he was just starting.

Steel shrieked against steel as he raised his sword to deflect the next strike. The impact rattled through his arms. Kharvek grinned. “Not bad.” The demon swung again. Adrian ducked beneath the strike, stepping inside the general’s reach and driving the pommel of his sword into the demon’s ribs. Kharvek staggered. The court erupted into shouts. Above them all, Vaelreth watched in silence. But inside him, something far less calm was unfolding. The king’s attention followed every movement Adrian made. The precision.

She was distracted for just a few seconds and the daimyo managed to stab her side. "Die!" The daimyo shouted. Nō wasn't just about to give up. Even though she had a dagger inside her, she managed to slit the daimyo's throat. When the daimyo fell, she pulled out the dagger from her side and dropped it on the floor.