I Became The Academy's Blind Swordsman Novels & Stories

“You talk too much.” The second strike. The invisible blade shot through the air. Rayden lowered his center of gravity, reading the movement in the air, then blocked it with his own arm. CRACK! Blood sprayed, the sound was like fire doused with water. The pain pierced through bone, but Rayden bit down and did not scream. His left hand trembled violently, but his grip on the Black Sun Sword did not loosen. Akarion stared at him for a long moment. “Do you know why my sword has no blade?”

I could hear Damon moving to stand behind me, close enough to support but wise enough not to interfere. “You’re right,” I said, voice low. “I can’t see. I’ll never see again. But that hasn’t stopped me from ripping out more throats than any of you ever dared to face.” “Kaliah—” “Let me finish,” I snapped, turning toward the voice. “You think blindness is weakness. I think hiding behind meetings and whispers is.” “You’re not invincible,” one elder barked. “You can’t expect us to follow someone who could be struck down at any time.”

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.

His face was almost completely expressionless, as if he had become used to humiliation to a terrifying degree. My hand trembled over the table. I wanted to stand up, walk toward them, and rip that chain out of Sophia’s hand. But my body did not move because I knew very well who they were. These were not just arrogant students. They were princes. People who could destroy anyone’s life inside this academy without anyone stopping them. Suddenly, I felt Maya gripping my hand tightly. I turned toward her and found her face completely pale, her eyes filled with fear as she whispered quickly:

Banners snapped violently in the wind, crowned wolf devouring a star. At the front. Aldric. Armor dark as storm cloud steel. Twin blades across his back. Eyes pale enough to look almost luminescent beneath the rising sun. He surveyed the academy once. No hesitation. He raised his hand. “Formation: Obsidian Break.” That was the official name. The name recorded in ledgers and war dispatches. The justification was beautifully phrased. The academy had violated neutrality clauses. The academy had sanctioned targeted aggression against a protected were citizen.

I listened as a shout ripped through the air, "I will get her sooner or later!" I couldn't stop my body from moving to the edge to watch as Blair chucked her sword from the back entrance of the packhouse at a person that did indeed seem to be a twin of Ace in every aspect. I watched as the sword clipped his arm but Blair was all fired up with runes burning her pants off as she ran at him along with three other guards at her command. The sword came back to her hand as she slashed at his arm again.

"I didn't say we were here to watch the Guardian Sword. I said we were here to watch the Warrior's Blade, and that's what we're doing. Don't tell me how to do my job, Missy." Renny cocked her head as she stared at the little man. "Wait. The Warrior's Blade isn't the Guardian Sword? Then what is it?" Pux stared at her, his expression telling her that he obviously thought her question ridiculous. "You don't know? How can you not know? The Warrior's Blade is you." Renny just stared at him.

Hehe, I'm going to give myself nine points as it was a good performance! 'A decade of grinding a sword, the frost blade has never been tried; now look at the King, who has any grievances?' 'The rusted sword stained the blood and killed the scum of the Tranquility Academy. I don't regret it at all. Even if I can choose it again, I will not hesitate to swing the sword and cross into the strange world. It is God who gives me an opportunity for dramatic vengeance. It absolutely cannot be wasted. I want to be a real expert!'

The Nature Longsword lit up with a crystal-clear glow in his hand. "Another word and I won't be as nice," he said calmly. Isaac did not seem scared in the slightest, puffing out his chest. "You're no more than another loser my master defeated! How dare you still show your face here?" "I'm a follower of Master Penn now. Anyone who disrespects him shall be punished." As he spoke, Shepard's sword lit up with roaring spiritual flames. An immense spiritual pressure began to surge out. Isaac and the others felt their chests lurch.

“Icarus?” I was really astonished. He played the game of framing me up. The fight continued fiercely, and he used his sword to loosen up my impractical and inner robe. I tried to maintain my beating heart and mind linked Demetrius. He became distracted in the process and a sword was slashed into his hands. He groaned softly and pulled me slightly avoiding Icarus from seeing my true identity. We stared at the rest of the swordsmen. Icarus screamed to hit us with the sword, but someone came to our rescue.