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

“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.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

Lux looked at him. “I won’t die that easily. But I can’t watch my son be killed right in front of me,” she said, and I scoffed. So she cares about her son, but not innocent wolves dying. Titus growled, leaving in anger. Lux turned to us, bringing out her sword. A very ancient sword with a weird-looking design, but it was extremely sharp, like she knew this would happen.

The figure burst into golden dust right away while I squat on the ground panting wild. I felt my heart beating hard against my sternum as I lowered the sword. Two of them have gone, finally. And I did it, alone. I couldn’t believe what I just did. A person who has never touched a sword in her life just fought like a pro. I glanced down at the sword in my trembling hand and saw it shining brightly under the sunlight. Only then did I realized how beautiful it looked. It was made of hard bronze with a sharp blade of course because what kind of blade can slash a spear into two? The handle had slight curvy designs on it, shells and fishes carved into it and a big ocean blue gem placed right at th

Her house, perched on the hills, was all broken and uncleaned, yet somehow, she managed to make it a place worth living. "So, how was your day?" she asked in her usual gentle and shy tone. "I went to the royal mansion to select a weapon of choice," I had been eager to share the news with someone. Mother would detest it if I mentioned a weapon to her--not that she didn't know; she'd prefer me not talking about it. "Amazing! So what did you choose?" she inquired softly. "A sword," I shrugged, "a wolfbane-laced sword, but I prefer unleashing my wolf more often than using any weapons." I had faith in my wolf; strong and incapable of wrongdoing. These weapons were nothing compared to a good wolf'

I felt great joy in myself and I couldn't help the beam of happiness. “Nice to be finally able to have you,” I muttered as I stared at the engravings on the sword. I can't help the joy that I emit from my body, and I hated myself for not noticing this all this while. I knew that I would have been better if I had known this place but I didn't. I knew that this place would help greatly after I saw Cassandra. I knew that she would be greatly in love with this place as soon as she saw it. I could see heaps of the swords which looked just like mine but I could see that one is different, it has an engraving on it which looks like that of an alpha.

He uttered. ...Suit yourself, then. I had my fill of curiosity. When I turn to the Black Sword, I saw August attempting to take it. "Cut it out!" I told August. I slapped his hands away before they entered the gravity field. "B-But, this sword… It's too alluring…!" August mumbled. "It's mine," I told August. "Where? I can't see your name." "Fine, go on.” I said to him. “Go take it then. I wish your hands would still be usable just like Blaze."

The prospect seemed unacceptable, at least one hand was needed in working condition. The Vistolet scattered the last of the corpses and backed away. The magic of the weapon, like biting bolts of lightning, trailed after the dead, continuing to burn their flesh. He looked around quickly, trying to find a solution. A long, half-broken branch hanging from a tree caught my eye. Vic tugged at it, tore it off the trunk, and tore off all the small branches from it. With the resulting stick, after several attempts, it was possible to pick up the scabbard by the belt loop and raise the weapon from the ground. Vic waited for a while, wondering what effect the sword's magic would have on the tree, but

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

I walked towards where the sword was placed under the house. "Yeah, you can't hit me, so why would I worry?" While raising both hands like Khaby Lame. "To be fair, I also use a wooden sword," my only excuse, actually I have a blood phobia and also when I see sharp metal my mind goes everywhere. "Just wear it, if you can make my wooden sword broken, I will also use a real sword." While giving a thumbs up. "Hahh it's even worse, we both use wooden swords." When I was about to take the sword, Uncle Bob suddenly shot towards me, luckily I reflexively used a barrier. Even though I can parry it, but the gusts of wind make the sand scatter.