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“Oh, Seraphim’s blade. I’d never seen this in a long long time. Seraph Blade killed many of my people. Where did you get it, my dear?” “Not telling you anything.” He looked at Lucius. “Is this the same blade given to you by your father-in-law?” What was he talking about? I watched Ryden shift and divert his gaze away, looking hurt. “I wish, but that’s what killed her. Mine is safe somewhere.” Wait. What? He has a sword just like mine? “But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.”

It was moving forward, and then the pulse hit the air between us — and the dagger stopped. Not gradually. Not with the physics of a hand checked mid-motion or a wrist caught by an external grip. It stopped in the way that things stop when the force acting on them is suddenly countered by something equal or greater. And then, in the same moment, in what I can only describe as a single fluid reversal that had no mechanical explanation I could construct, it turned. The blade came back. Not fully — not with the speed and force of a deliberate thrust in the opposite direction. But enough. A partial reversal, a significant redirection of the angle, the blade that had been moving toward me now movi

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

"Violet, watch out!" At that same moment, Sir Jason and Ken suddenly burst into the scene. Sir Jason didn’t wield a weapon—instead, he raised his bare hands, his fingers splayed as if gripping invisible threads. The air grew dense, and within seconds, his aura spread out like a thick, golden blanket, rippling with raw energy. With a swift motion, he compressed it, hardening the aura into sharp, translucent blades that slashed through the devils with surgical precision. The devils didn’t even have time to react as they collapsed one by one, incapacitated by the sheer force of the attack. Ken, eyes wide with awe, managed to land a heavy blow with his hammer, though the recoil sent vibrations t

H-how? How did he do that, how? I am amazed by what I saw. Vander just pierced a kuishinbo, not just pierced, but he blew them into pieces. The moment he swung his sword, it released a powerful shockwave causing the kuishinbo to explode up to its core. The surrounding was damaged as well. What's more shocking is that he did that unconsciously. Amazingly, how is it possible, a necroless guy swung a lightborn that caused a massive shockwave. He didn't even flinch or experienced a recoil as well.

Mona hesitated for a second, then gripped it carefully. "Okay... don't judge me." "I would never," he said calmly. She made the first cut. Slow. Uneven. She squinted slightly. "...I can already feel it," she complained. The chef chuckled again. "Breathe through your mouth," he suggested. She tried. It helped... a little. "This is stressful," she muttered, making another awkward slice. From the hallway, Kane's voice murmured low as he spoke on the phone, his tone controlled, distant.

Levi’s eyes welled with tears. His boys were tough as they came. They both knew how to hunt, were well trained with a battle axe, and were coming along in their hand-to-hand combat and martial arts. Blake wanted to be a healer one day or a wiseman. He had the head for it and the talent. He hadn’t started training with Tecchus yet, but he would within the next few months. Agnar wanted to wait, even though Blake’s interest in healing never had wavered. If anything, it only grew stronger over the years. He’d doubled his interest in herbs and was pouring through books on anatomy.

Listen carefully! 1. Sakabato ( Rurouni Kenshin ) Sakabato aka the Reverse Eyes Sword is the last sword forged directly by the famous swordsman, Arai Shakku. Unlike the swords that he had created before, designed as tools to take life, Sakabato has a design that deviates from the existing standard. This sword has a sharp part located on the back of the sword so it would not be suitable to be called a killer sword. Instead, Sakabato was asked to be a sacred heirloom to honor the peace brought by the Meiji Era.

He was wrong, for my brother had been secretly training to kill him all this time. I look at my father’s body, still expecting Kenji to have healed him by now, but I know this is not the case. If it were any other knife, any other blade or hilt, then Kenji would have been able to heal them both. But this particular obsidian blade was forged by a blacksmith whose art is primarily the destruction of Eastern tailed spirits and beasts. After this, Kenji won’t return, and my father will be sent to atone for his sins.

If I struck too soon, his allies would descend like wolves. And I wasn’t ready for that. Keiran reached into his coat and pulled something out. A knife. Its blade was sharp, polished steel glinting under the moonlight. He flipped it in his hand before offering it to me, hilt first. “Use this,” he said. “When the time comes.” I took it without hesitation, feeling the weight of it in my palm. It was smaller than the weapons I trained with, but the edge was deadly. A quick, clean kill.