Novel & Cerita I Became The Academy's Blind Swordsman

he said and I gripped his hand forcefully, twisting it backwards. "What are you playing at? Baby doll?" I said with the blade of my dagger pressed against his throat. "Yes, no… I repent," he said, shrieking painfully and I let him go. "Common Sky, that is dangerous," he said pointing at my dagger as I flicked it back in. We proceeded in silence but he stopped at a point. "Ma'am, we can't proceed without the blind. You are a new member, it's the rule," he said, placing the blind in my hands.

Deniega and he wants my father's help. But before they could even talk about the solution to that problem, the lights began to flicker. Thinking quickly, I went towards the room in order to check for them. When I arrived I didn't realized that I stepped on a trap. There came that culprit wearing his mask. He took his knife and stabbed Mr. Deniega. My father tried to stop him but it was too dark. Without hesitation, I dropped down my mini camera to record the murder but instead of it, I didn't realized that I dropped my projector invention.

"Alright lad. Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Bladesmith. I'm the Lycan in charge of this village's armory and I'm also the weapon master instructor." Kirou then grabbed his hand and shook it. "Greetings Bladesmith. My name is Kirou and I'm a new Weapon Master recruit. Please instruct me." "Very good lad. Since that old man sent you here and you were patient enough to allow me to finish crafting this knife, allow me to gift it to you." Bladesmith then retrieved the knife and passed it to Kirou. Kirou raised an eyebrow but accepted the knife nonetheless.

That was when a formless aura engulfed the entire Corvus Academy, while a voice gloated, "You're trying to run now? Don't you think that's too late?" Everyone suddenly suffocated as if a mountain was pressing down on them, with only Soless, Lisa, and Rags able to move. Martial, who was a novice Ruler, was sweating all over! "Sage rank! That was quick!" Lisa exclaimed. She spread her palms and her zither materialized in her hand, while Soless whipped out a Skymoon Blade, and Rags' wooden sword hovered beside him.

Before I could register what was happening he pulled a sword from a sheath that was propped against a nearby rock and threw it to me hilt first. I caught it clumsily. My body falling forward under its weight. “You expect me to fight with this?” I squeaked. The weight of it dragging me down. “Did you expect a wooden one perhaps Princess?” he voice thick with sarcasm. “Welcome to the real world. One filled with blades that will cut you head from that pretty little neck. You are in the academy no longer.” The warm feeling I felt whilst watching him only moments ago quickly disappeared as it dawned on me that maybe, just maybe I was in over my head.

Mostly because he was the Alpha’s son. Ethan struck Ace with an extended arm, hitting him in the abs with the point of his sword. The audience and spectators watched in fear as they couldn't understand what was happening anymore. They had tested all the warriors and neither of them had been on drugs so why was he losing his balance because of a small hit from a fledgling? To everyone's dismay, after ten minutes, Ethan defeated Ace. Ace groaned out in pain as Ethan had his sword on his neck and he could see tears well up in Ethan's smile. He grinned broadly and in a loud voice announced, “I give up.”

However, it was still a valuable blade. Castiel grabbed Great Black Dragon and channeled the Dragon Elephant Technique. Vital energy burst from his body and his muscles rippled. He was like a war god who was unstoppable among the zombies. The iron abacus belonging to Marvin, who was the pavilion master of Drizzle Pavilion, flew about in the air. Every beast and monster that came in contact with him was beaten to a pulp. He was not like his usual calculative self. His daughter, Ivana, pulled out her sword. The fragrant scent of flowers filled the air. Petals flew about her. Ivana had a beautiful body and she looked like she was dancing prettily as she swung her sword.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

Before Wesley or Liam could react, an invisible force gently pushed them backward. "Emilia!" Liam shouted. "I'm alright!" I called. The silver barrier rose higher until I could no longer see them clearly. Only the Guardian remained. He studied me carefully. "You carry the Heart." "You wear the Crown." "But neither proves you are worthy of the Blade." "What must I do?" I asked. "The Sword of Eclipse was forged from two opposing forces." "Light." "And darkness." He lowered his head. "You must prove you can accept both within yourself." The forest disappeared.

She was the mate my wolf was currently howling for, demanding that I drop my training blades and go wrap my arms around her until the rest of the world vanished. But I couldn't. I was thirty years old, the lead instructor of this hellhole, and the future head of the Blackwood line. I had to be the wall between her and the vultures circling this Academy. I turned my attention back to the two heirs I was sparring with. They were young, barely twenty, and they were breathing like freight trains. I hadn't even broken a sweat. I parried a lazy blow from the one on my left, swept his legs out from under him, and clocked the other one in the jaw with the hilt of my practice sword.