I Became The Academy's Blind Swordsman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The air thickened. Pressure dropped. Then— Footsteps. From the center of the hall. Where there had been nothing. Now there was someone. Or something pretending to be someone. A figure stood in the middle of the Hall of Echoes. Wearing academy uniform. But wrong. Too clean. Too still. Its face was visible— But not fully there. Like it was being remembered incorrectly. Kael raised his blade instantly. “State your designation,” he ordered. The figure tilted its head slightly. And smiled.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

Only a true fighter would be able to give off this kind of aura. “He has a white cloth over his eyes. Is this Sword King of the North a blind man?” Dhrishit and the others next to him were shocked by this. They didn’t expect this Excalibur, who was rumored to be the second in the north, was blind. Tyr also felt a little strange. Though he never met Excalibur before, back when he was not yet expelled from the Summers family, he had heard of Excalibur. And among those rumors, he had never heard that he was blind.

Furthermore, I will enter smuggling. “Are you worried now?” I said to Kerwyn who just leaned down. He turned around, he knew me because I was also his classmate. "Ian of Red Assassins," I said reaching out my hand. "Yeah, I know you. Kerwyn of Rubicund." He accepted my hand. I leaned over him and looked down looked at Stys and Dark. “I know a way to squeeze the Stygian,” I said. "Really?" "Impossible but possible." "Why are you telling me?"

Can’t get distracted. Instead, he spun and swung his heavier blade straight into Romero’s lighter one, knocking her off balance. He flipped the shield around to protect his back and grabbed her arm and swung her around and into Blakeney’s charge. He rocketed forward, straight at the entangled pair. James leapt with all of his strength, aiming to drive his blade at Blakeney’s unprotected neck. The sword of Achilles pricked his skin, leaving a trickle of blood behind.

Didn't I read something that said if you're in love with someone you tend to cop- I pushed the thought out of my mind , refusing to deal with my feelings at the moment . He opened his eyes . "You're knifes are shit" I threw it gently at him . He caught it and examined it . "They're fine" he squinted his eyes to focus on the edge of the blade to see if anything was damaged . "They're not equally balanced" I retorted ; Ace just gave me a confused stare . "They're only training blades" Ace chucked the blade to the side . I shot him an unimpressed look . He raised his eyebrows at me questioning why he was getting stared at . "They're training blades , you're giving your newbies unbalanced traini

What is happening right now? Before I know it, I was standing in front one of the knights for a duel after Carl said so. I know that Lancelot is good at swordsmanship, but I am Sakamaki Yuu, a normal Japanese person who only know how to play basketball and dodgeball before I became disabled, I have NEVER touched a cooking knife much more or less a sword?! I might kill myself rather than the enemy! “Uhm, you are...” “It’s Adam, Master Lancelot.”

Witches brace behind cracked shields, eyes glowing with fear and resolve. The academy courtyard looks like it lost a fight with a mountain and the mountain won. Students are now turned to warriors. I stand in the middle of it, barefoot, blood drying on my hands. My blood. That thought alone almost makes me laugh. Almost. The kind of laugh that would come out wrong and maybe break me in half. I look down at the sword Damon handed me earlier. It lies at my feet, forgotten. Its blade is dark, chipped and old. It doesn’t look special. It looks like something forgotten in a corner until today decided to matter.

CHAPTER THREE KENDRICK’S POV I gripped the hilt of my sword tighter and I planned to use it on a rogue’s sword. The sounds of swords clashing filled the air while my nostrils were filled with the smell of blood. “Y’all made a huge mistake by attacking the academy simply because you aren’t allowed to school here. My colleagues and I would prove to y’all that we aren’t to be messed with!” I announced. “Too slow” I mumbled under my breath. One just came at me.