I Became The Academy's Blind Swordsman Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not only that, the incident that the academy’s strongest swords master, Jason Moss, had also kneeled on the ground in public and asked this new student to take him in as a disciple also spread with the news. If there were a hot topic search list in the Flying Eagles Academy, the topic that involved Alex would definitely be at the top of the list. As a result, the news became more exaggerated as it spread. “The new student defeated the thirteenth ranked Stan Cooley and took his place!” “The new student defeated Instructor Jason Moss, the strongest swords master!” “The new student has taken the Fairy Doctor as his maid!” Although there were people who came out later to clarify this news, Jason

He wouldn’t allow that at any cost! He then looked at Harvey. Harvey’s identity as a geomancy expert made him quite the curious existence, but now that he had stirred such a big commotion here, Blaine became a lot more interested in him. Matsuda could taste bitterness. His throat became parched, and his mind went completely blank. It took him a while to finally come to his senses. ‘I lost?! ‘How did I lose? ‘The swordsmanship I prided myself in had no use here? How did I lose like this?

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

she let out as my hands went shaky. “A blind mate,” I let out in frustration. “I’m blind Ace, blind people are useless,” the voice of Lucia echoed in my head. “The moon-goddess must be great to have blessed me with a blind-mate, a useless and weak one. What can a blind person do? They are of no use,” I let out. yes! They all run away like Coward. I can't let anybody put me down. “I, Alpha Ace ray d king reject you for a mate,” I let out. “I don't want to ever set eyes on you or you might not survive being alive if we meet again.” I let out before leaving the mating hall.

Silent and swift, this ominous team of students caws a warning of blood yet to be spilt, determined to achieve their aims though the path may be stained crimson. Players for this Team: ➽ Student No. 3 - Leonard Weaver [The Swordsman] ➽ Student No. 5 - Spencer Sinclair [The Archer] ➽ Student No. 7 - Tristan Harding [The Chainblader] ➽─────────────────────────────────────➽

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

While they spanned so vast they coated the wall in black and silver, there were a good number of vacant spots where some of the swords were absent. “Yesterday, I introduced you to the sword,” Grunald continued, drawing his weapon. “Today, I will not talk as much. I will only tell you of the types of students standing before me.” He didn’t waste his time to survey them. It was almost as though they bore him no interest. “There are three kinds of students the Academy brings before me,” he went on. “The first are the mages, those who take this class simply because it is mandatory. These are the students who wish to learn how to do this.” He swung the sword with practiced ease before him a few t

Al of them razor sharp and ready to be picked up and used by the students, most of whom took exceptional pride in showing off their prowess with the sharp, pointed edges. The weapons were one of the ways in which Mythos Academy was anything but normal. I reached for my sword, which was stil wobbling back and forth, reminding me of my old piano teacher's metronome slowly ticking from side to side. I reached down, but before I could tug the sword out of the mat a round silver bulge on the hilt snapped open, revealing a narrowed, angry eye. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Not only that, but also everyone's body was mixed with a vast and dense bladed energy. They were the disciples of the Ghost Sword Academy. "Zephyr Khan is really a great character..." A disciple said gloatingly. "Yes, I'm really looking forward to catching him. In this way, I will become an important disciple trained by The Academy!" These words instantly caused the resonance of quite a number of people. "Humph, Zephyr Khan is very cunning and fast. It's better to be careful. Recently, this b*stard has killed many disciples of the Academy..."