Double Sword Back Holster の小説・ストーリー

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword in the red sheath that magically appeared at my side. Maybe I'll cut Selene some slack as

The kind of place, he’d said, where pain was part of the lesson. Yadira had once remarked that this backyard setup felt more like something made for their toddlers. But it would do, for now, to keep their skills sharp. The blade she was using had been forged by a blacksmith on the far side of the island. They’d stocked up on similar weapons for training. Ghulik had all of their original gear in safekeeping, including Gildeon’s shortsword. How he managed to store and carry everything in that tiny body, Arah still had no idea.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

I say pointing to the blood bags in the garbage bin. His eyes widen at all the blood bags and I chuckle, “They aren’t all mine sheesh, Zane fed to.” “Right ok, here’s your sword.” He hands me my sword and I fasten it on my back then fix my guns in my holster. The siren warning intruders goes off and we make eye contact. “It’s time.”

We must wear our stars which are small and looks like crochet. Once we reached the desk, Jeff who is in charge of this base greeted us and asked, "What you like to have a team?" Teams were called by their captain's name. Our big-mouth Becky started her list, once everyone got their weapons. I walked myself to the weapons room and picked up the set of Tanto knives and put them in the holders around my hip and one on my right thigh. Then I picked my favorite CZ 75 pistol pair and put it on my hip holster. Then Sig P2 38 on my left thigh holster. Get my Thranduil sword which I customized the handle myself on my back, picked extra bullets, and finally got MP5K and walked out. Once we were all se

I grab a Glock 19, ensuring it's loaded with a full magazine, and tuck it into a custom-made holster at my side. I also choose a compact SIG Sauer P365 as a backup, sliding it into an ankle holster just in case. A sleek black hunting knife catches my eye, and I secure it in a sheath strapped to my thigh. I know I might not need all these weapons, but having them gives me a sense of control—a small comfort in this chaotic situation. As I head out into the night, I can only hope that my instincts are wrong—that Diana is safe and this whole nightmare is just an unfortunate misunderstanding.

“Was your doubt cleared?” She smiles, and I can’t help but reciprocate. “Yes, it was. I’m glad I’ve my oldest friend back again.” I nod, sincerely wishing that she was telling the truth. I really didn’t want any complications with her. As we stand there watching the sun go down, my eyes keep darting back to the sword at her hip. It’s so long and thin, its sharp edges hidden by the beautifully made leather scabbard. The grip of the sword was lined by a golden inlay, and it looked used. I wonder what it would feel to hold that.