Do You Like My Sword Tobuscus Novels & Stories

Amber POV “This isn’t the way to go, sister. You can let her be.” “It’s about to get more interesting.” She went to a large wooden box and pulled out two swords. I don’t do well with swords because I don’t use them, so I demanded a spear and felt pleased that it had two sharp edges. “How do you expect to win with that weapon of yours?” she growled, tossing the spear towards my feet. “It’s not about the weapon, it’s about the mind that wills it.”

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.

"When I woke up, I find it laying on top of me." "Laying on top of you," QuickShot repeats. "Wait, that can't be right." "I don't get it myself, but I'm telling you guys the truth. When I woke up, I find the sword in my chest. Like someone places it there." "But who," JumpStart asks. "Who cares," I say, giving JumpStart his batons back and taking my sword. "It may be simple, but I still like this." I stare at my sword as it shines.

"Hi.bro, how did you get this weapon?" "Young man, can you tell me how you obtained this weapon? I want one too~" "Hey, big bro, can you take me along? Can we team up?" "Buddy, do you sell that sword? I'll pay, we can do an out-of-game trade, I'll transfer money to you via Alipay or zelle." Sebastian was bombarded with questions, feeling quite annoyed. He hurriedly increased his pace to shake off most of the players who were tailing him.

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.

“Still doesn’t mean anything.” But it did. It meant something. Maybe not to them. Maybe not even to Isabella. But to me. Luca shoved me forward until my boots sank into the freshly turned soil. He tossed something at my feet. A wooden practice sword. “Pick it up.” I stared at it, then at him. My arms still trembled from holding a shovel for days. My palms burned just looking at the weapon. But I bent, grabbed it, and straightened. The wood was heavier than it should have been, rough against my ruined hands. My grip slipped almost immediately, blood seeping through the bandages, but I clenched harder.