Do You Like My Sword Tobuscus Novels & Stories

His legs were just in pain. “Finishing off your opponent with a toothpick. Wasn’t expecting that,” I grinned. “Just like you, I never expected that. I only acted due to the teachings and experience,” Luke said as he groped around his pocket for a toothpick. “Anything can be a weapon. I remember saying that,” I said as I wore a straight face and began to breathe lightly. Luke brought out a toothpick from his pocket and inserted it into his mouth. I sighed one more time before drawing out my sword.

I roll my eyes. "Please tell me you understand how to use one?" "Better than even you" I snickered at the thought. That was rather arrogant of him to say considering he's never seen me use one. "Fine. I'll make it easy. You've only two attempts. I won't swing my sword, all you need to do is cut me" Herberus grins arrogantly at me coming at me, and I spin, sidestepping his attack. "I wasn't finished talking"