Do You Like My Sword Tobuscus Novels & Stories

He gave Anita a little smile, admiration plain as day in his eyes. “So I would like a sword.” I said clearing my throat, breaking their gaze for a moment. “What exactly do you have in mind? Do you want something light and flexible or a bit heavy and firm?” He walked towards the row of swords, littered on the table. “Pick firm and heavy.” Willow whispered at the back from my mind. “A bit heavy and firm.” I said out loud to him. He furrowed his brows a bit, most likely at my small stature and build.

Lazily as if all those worried faces were not directed to him, Nicklaus removed his sword too. But unlike Noah’s deadly sword, Nicklaus sword was just the normal sword. It looked weak compared to Noah’s and just one blow and it will break into pieces. The two sword were world apart and this busted ego and hope in Nephus soldiers.

“Hmph. You’ve overestimated yourself.” Tobias let out a cold snort. “Have a taste of my sword!” James stabilized himself and mobilized the power of his various Paths. They combined and poured into the Malevolent Sword. With a sharp turn, James slashed his sword at Tobias.

the attendant responded. I took out my sword from its storage, only one of my swords, my white sword, Althea. As usual, just like Livi's expression, the attendant was also surprised when I pulled out the sword from my dimensional storage. It seemed to be a rare occurrence in this world for someone to use dimensional storage magic. "This s-sword... wait a moment, please wait here. I'll be back shortly," the attendant stammered after closely examining the sword I had. They made a complicated expression after looking at my sword and hastily left without giving a clear reason.

A dark shadow pounced on me seconds after I stepped through the door. My senses were immediately permeated with the pungent scent of a corpse. I grabbed my blessed sword with one hand and pulled out a suppression talisman with the other. The ghost mother shrieked as the smell of charred flesh wafted through the air. She had burned her hand when she grabbed the sword. My teacher, Zack Waters, had carved the sword from a thousand-year-old peach tree after it was struck by lightning. He had ended up giving the sword to me instead of Gabriel, which was why Gabriel always complained about Zack favoring me.

My dark mind was just busy plotting while everyone was busy talking to Claus. “Honey, what do you think?" Claus asked while I wondered what he meant. “I think it's great," I lied. I didn't even know what they were talking about. My mind was just way too far. After breakfast, I took Claus for a walk around the Pack, and the love he was showing towards the combat equipment was crazy. “This is amazing. I doubt Duskrend has this," he said looking at a sharp sword. " It's one of our oldest around here,” I said as he smiled.

Pushing open the back door to his stall, I gazed at the array of weapons that lay on the tables. Swords, bows, arrows and axes littered the tables. "When did you have time for this?" I whispered. Father surely hadn't done all of these in one day. As I gazed at the array of weapons, one weapon caught my eye. It was a silver sword. At the base of the handle was a purple gemstone. Gently grasping it, I felt the weight shift in my hand. Swords weren't my cup of tea. To me, they were heavy and left you open, but I still loved the way this sword looked.

I protested. “Without powers.” Glaring at him, we stepped into the open field and I took my stance. “You like sticking your weapons into flesh.” Depends on what type of flesh, I almost said. “Not as much as you do.” “You’re not wrong.” I noticed the sword in his hand. A bit bigger than mine, unpredictable, black handle, glimmering steel, arrogant, annoying… just like him. ‘I think you took that too personally.’ ‘I think you should stop thinking.’

Her missed target the only smoking hole. "Okay that was.. I thought you said you weren't into guns!" She said surprised he got the shot. "I know how they work, just not a fan!" He gently placed the gun back in it's place among others like it was an infection that could spread. "Then what are you a fan of?" She asked as they strolled out of the shooting range in no rush. "Well for starters, Crossbows. Knives are okay but my personal favourite is the straight blade!" "A Saber!?" She asked.

It helps me forget about my problems and be like a normal human being and it’s part of what never misses in my backpack. A novel? I’m a fan of novels. Any genre can do it for me especially now that I’m reading Moby Dicks and can’t let it go. A comb? I sometimes remove my cap and comb my hair backwards to prove the haters wrong but it doesn’t solve much. I’m still the same tomboy. It’s a distance. I normally take the bus but instead, I opt to walk and save whatever little I have. It will be for the next investigative book.