How To Whistle With A Blade Of Grass นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She made a puppy face with winking eyes. "You... " Her brother pulled her along "your tricks won't work on me". She laughed as they walked forward. Suddenly they heard some rustling sound from behind the bush. " Carefull Roe Roe " Yelled xie as they stood back to back with their swords drawn in their hands. From nowhere, a whirlwind appeared and started coming right at them. They ducked and dodged. Then there were whooshing of leaves and the branches started coming at them with force.

How come the police don't talk about them? A tough breeze blew whipping my hair bout my face. I reached out to push it out goosebumps suddenly raising on my skin. I thought it was due to the wind is I simply rubbed at it before looking ahead qt the whistling line at the base of the meadow far ahead. They were making clear noises that caught my ears. I enjoyed it. It reminds me of school.

I make sure to echo it so he doesn’t know where I am. Silence. My lips press into a thin line. I dig into the bag and pull out the largest pebble. With a sharp flick, I send it tearing through the air. The whistle it makes is brief—cut short by the crack and splintering of the tree he’s hiding behind. He shouts, scrambling. I’m already moving, cutting him off. “There’s nowhere to hide.” Flick. Flick. Flick. Why isn’t he using the shield? Is this too easy for him?

Her body tenses and her breathing increases, I can feel her agitation and I move my gaze to the area where I heard the sound. The grass moves in a strange way that is different to the wind moving through it and instinctively I reach into my pocket for my knife. Keeping one hand on Bree to assure her that I am here, hoping she will remain calm as I move closer to her head, closer to the suspicious movement. There is a long stick in the grass to the left of my foot, so I remove my hand from Bree and slowly reach down for it then use the far end to poke into the grass ahead.

Next, the Soil-Thickening Formation that was about to block him was instantly crushed. In a piece of flying mud, the whirring wind sounded like a ghost wailing at night, rolling toward his neck with a deep chill. Then, Xander swung his arm, and his palm met with the wind of blades. Clank! Sparks flew everywhere as Xander grabbed the wind of blades. Next, he roared like an angered beast a few times, taking big steps forward before slamming his foot on the ground. Then, he threw the wind of blades with his backhand.

She tipped her head back and howled. The sound cracked in the middle and came out high and wrong. She knew it immediately. She did it again anyway, because Vivienne had said to. Suddenly, her shoelace caught a root and she went down face-first into the frost-stiff grass. The air left her body completely. She lay there two seconds, cheek against the cold ground, then got up and kept running. Her palm was bleeding, and it hurt, a sharp stinging thing, and she howled again like a child who did not know what else to do with pain.

Liam barked, as another trio of vines shot from the mist. This time, I didn't need the jacket. I sidestepped a lunge, letting it spear the air where I'd been, and grabbed it behind its barbed tip. Using its own momentum, I swung it like a flail into the path of its two companions, tangling them all together. Liam's blade was there before the knot finished forming. Another shriek. More dissolving plant matter.

A sound that shouldn’t exist anymore. I pressed my hands flat against the windowsill, leaning out just enough to let the cold wind slap my face. My brown wavy hair whipped around my cheeks. “Come out if you’re there,” I called softly, trying to sound bold like I always did. “Stop hiding like a coward.” The whistle stopped. Silence swallowed everything except my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. The curtains brushed against my arms, cold and damp from the night air. Then, just as I started to pull back inside, the whistle started again. Fainter. Farther away. But still the same tune. Still Tristan’s.

Lastly, I waved my sword around, which he got after talking through what he was hearing. “Good, you may remove the blindfold.” As he removed the blindfold, I continued, “Not too bad. You did miss my knives; I was waving them around like this,” I performed the same action as earlier, “listening to the whistling of the blade cutting through the air. Good job talking through what you heard on the last one.” Summers smiled a true, genuine smile at the praise.

Shelly’s POV Continues I handed down the first whistle to the woman standing closest to me. It gleamed in the sunlight, a simple yet crucial piece of equipment that hinted at the day's dual purpose adventure and safety. The silver chain dangling from her hands seemed small in comparison to the grand nature that surrounded us, but its importance was undeniable. “Please take one and pass the rest down,” I instructed as the procession of hands began, each participant taking her whistle with a sense of responsibility. I watched as each woman stood a little taller after donning her whistle, ready to tackle whatever lay ahead.