Do You Like My Sword Tobuscus の小説・ストーリー

I chuckled, asking for a second option if the sword failed. “That's why I have these Twin devils”

She felt frustrated when she remembered the scene of Dylan fighting Hayden. “Yeah, suck to be me. I never owned a sword, and so I picked up the wrong sword.” Dylan grimaced wryly. Fuschia frowned as she glanced at the sword in Dylan's hand. Again, it is a different sword. "Use this then." Fuschia created a sharp sword blade that she created from ice with a hilt made of solid earth. Dylan accepted it happily. His eyes lit up as if stars were shining in Dylan's almost dim golden eyes. He said after kissing Fuschia's forehead, "Thank you."

"The sword is called Yuxi, a magical weapon at the fifth rank. It is a weapon that I used before I was fully grown. At the time, I used this sword to fight here and there and became well-known in Snow Province. I killed many talents in the nine sects and countless strong and powerful devils with such a sword. Now, Yuxi is not of much use for me and I present it to you. I hope that you will distinguish yourself and turn up your nose at all the heroes in the Frozen Peak." Luo Fengzhu smiled like a spring breeze. "Huh? How could you do that? A man of noble character does not take others' favored treasure. Since this used to be your favorite weapon, how can Ding Hao what you love?" Ding Hao was

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

They both smiled. Ashvell flipped through the books one by one. He already stopped trying to read the titles. "You know who could really help you with these?" Cassana and him both shared a look, then they turned their heads to the door. ════════════════════════ "Is scythe a weapon?" Robb inquired, while reading through a small tome in his hands. The three were now seated around a table. The pile of papers on top had grown reasonably taller.

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

"The Lush Hills Rain Sword!" Jessica's eyes flickered when she saw the tide of poisonous insects, and she slashed the Autumn Waters Sword across violently. In an instant, the sword light was like spring rain that exploded, densely bursting out against the poisonous insects. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Crackle and rattle! In a flash, all the poisonous bugs were pierced by the sword lights and exploded, vanishing in mid-air. The evil cultivator with the bag was dumbfounded. He did not expect that these highly poisonous insects could not even block the sect disciples for a second.

She was so used to him always doing the negotiations, she had fallen silent by virtue of habit. “Um, I, I would like to have the Amber Bow,” she said, her voice dripping with uncertainty. “Would you really?” Chuckled Papa Bois, raising his thick grey eyebrows. It was the first time he had so much as cracked a smile since they had met him. He seemed amused by Cory. “Yes, I need it. Very much! I…my friends have the Vermillion Sword and the Crimson Axe,” she explained. “And you do not wish to be left out?” Wondered Papa Bois aloud.

It was heavy and looked sharp, like it could split me in half in one swift motion. I didn't want that, at all. "So say goodbye Doris." My eyes gleamed as she brandished the.Sword in her grip. It was tiny and seemed to fit her hand perfectly. As she stared at the sword, I knew the exact thought that crossed her mind. She was going to use that to kill me " You'll need it."

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.