Naked Sword Art Novels & Stories

he said, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze cutting through the line of first-years like a blade. "This is not a class you pass by attendance or charm. It is a class you survive." A faint breeze stirred the banners above as he continued, calm and unyielding. "Here, you will learn to fight—without a beast to hide behind, without allies to save you, and without the lies you tell yourselves about who you are. Steel, body, and instinct. You will break habits, bones if necessary, and whatever illusions you carried through those gates. Some of you will earn skill. Fewer will earn control. And those who cannot learn either... will not remain." He paused, letting the silence settle heavy in the

He no longer knew right from wrong, and worst of all, his one bite could make another just as mad as him. “Beasty, I would like that weapon now.” Sure, my precious master. Just channel me through your magic. I did as I was told and channelled Ambisose through my magic. A sword appeared in my mindscape—a deadly beauty in sight. Three feet long, basket-hilted with sapphires and emeralds on its hilt, a schiavona sword with sharp double-edged blades which had the deadly aura, but somehow it felt safe to me. I reached out to hold its hilt. A flash filled my mindscape, and everything went white as soon as I held the sword in my hand. I didn't even realise that I had completely shifted into my mind

One of them even yelled. "You are the liar!" "Really? What reasons do I have to lie to any of you? Susan , dear, if you please." Erik answered the accusation and invited Susan up to his side. Susan stood at Erik's right side and with a smile directed to the old student, moved her right arm diagonally, mirroring the action that Erik had early realized. And when she closed her hand in a grabbing motion, the sword that appeared was not Gryffindor's one, but it was similar. Slowly she pointed the sword to the old student, but changed its grip, dropping the sword perpendicularly to the ground, and showing its details to the students. Similarly, it was an equally finely crafted silvery long sword.

At the time, Mane had assumed that Bloodied Blade arts and Prideful Sword were on the same level, but they weren’t. While it had taken him a short while to master Prideful Sword, the same could not be said about Bloodied Blade. Unlike the Sword God, the Blade Lord had spent his entire life pouring his heart and soul into the Bloodied Blade art. He had created a blade art so strong that there was no sword art that the Sword God possessed that could rival it, and Mane had found this out the hard way. For it took him years in the otherworld (Dreamscape) to catch a glimpse of what they entailed. Even then, he had Asherah to thank for she had helped in decoding most of it. The Bloodied Blade art

Evading them are not the right thing to do now. They cannot hide on the trunk of the trees either, since the arrows can penetrate it. "Sword art tenth form; dragon's scale" Nicholai chanted. E.J's eyes fixed to Nikki who slashes all the arrows in such extravagant speed. The arrows he slashes are been reflected back to where it came from. This is the first time, he seen Nikki, used its ability. *sword art: it is an art applicable to those being who are exceptionally true weilder of sword. An art where you can perform magic with a sword.*

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

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

Cracking sounds echoed through his body like his bones were about to fall apart. Noel and Ronan rushed out. Then, a streak of sword light shot straight into the sky. Sword power and sword intention surged around Noel, his eyes glowing like blades. "Sixth Sword!" With just a single slash, he wiped out the lingering force of the Five Emperors Warlord Fist. Attwell was surprised. "Boundless Heavensword? I didn't expect you to know that long-lost sword art. And you've already formed both the sword power and sword intention… It looks like you're working toward the sword core.

The entire vault was lit by an unnatural light that was emitted from the ceiling. There were certain weapons and armor that were placed inside glass boxes. They shone and were reserved like an artifact inside a museum, a national treasure. Isaac was attracted to a certain sword. The sword seemed to be made of blue crystal. It was a single blade sword and its blade was very sharp. The sword’s guard had an oval crystal which was connected to 3 flaps on the other edge of the blade. “That’s a really cool sword.” He finally said. Matthew heard and came over to him. Upon seeing the sword he was also awed. “Whoa yea, it is.”