Nanami Blade 소설 & 이야기

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Up until this point, even though he knew that she'd once tried to leave him in a foreign country to fend off for himself, he's still thought about her safety. And that send a stab of pain and regret right through her. Still smiling, Navea took a slim blade from the folds of her dress. The motion produced a sharp swish, the cartoonish sound effect movies use on swordfights, except that it was nowhere near close to cartoonish now. The blade itself was about a foot long, with a carved golden handle and a pointed black blade. She examined it in the moonlight, running her fingers along the intricate carvings. When she noticed Kat looking at it, she laughed and said, "You like this, Katalina? This

I knew he didn’t want his granddaughter to suffer the fate of many before her, but he had to understand that fate was fate and if the girl was to have any hope of survival, then she would need to be released into her true image. I held the blade over her stomach and plunged it in quickly. It slid in with ease and I felt the energy spring out into the body. I took a deep breath and sent out a prayer before I removed the end of the cloth and grabbed the handle of the blade. I hissed as the burn hit me. Each blade was made in its own bloodline and only that divine warrior could wield it. But this was the only way I could get the connection that I needed. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to b

Maya Kaye's Phoenix Sword was broken into three pieces. And she herself, together with the instantly torn oil paper umbrella, flew out hundreds of meters, fell to the ground, and was unconscious. Next was Omar Pine holding three swords of Fire, Ice, and Wind. After two moves, the Eight Divine Ruler swept across. The two swords of Fire and Ice were first broken. Blade of Wind carried Omar Pine who displayed the Raging Sea Storm and had just flashed more than 30 meters away. The Nation Master waved his Eight Divine Ruler. In an instant, an eight-story building appeared out of thin air and smashed toward Omar Pine's head.

Pux said with a deep…well, deep for a gnome…bow. "But how did this happen?" Renny kept staring, her body stiff. All around the condo, gnomes bounced on the furniture, swung from curtains, and were using the kitchen sink like a pool, high diving off the faucet. She was fighting the urge to get a flyswatter. "What makes me this Warrior's Blade thing now?" "Thing? The Warrior's Blade is not a thing. It is a person. It's you." She sighed, doing her best to keep her temper in check. "Why is it me?"

It takes everything in me not to join in. When it fades, I step back, raising my head high. Dominic steps forward then, a small ceremonial blade in his hand. It’s simple, silver with intricate carvings, and glints in the firelight. “This blade has seen every Alpha of the Valens pack,” Dominic says, his voice carrying easily. “And tonight, it marks Nina as one of us. As our leader.” He turns to me, holding the blade out. “Your palm,” he says softly.

her voice cracked, splintered, “...you can MOCK me?!” The scream tore out of her as she stepped back, raised her blade high, and slashed down with every ounce of strength she had left. A straight, merciless cut meant to cleave Anana in half. CLANG! Anana blocked… Effortlessly. The sound rang through the clearing. Mira’s muscles bulged with strain as she shoved her blade downward, grinding, forcing, teeth bared and jaw shaking from the effort. Sparks spat off the metal like furious little stars. Anana didn’t move. She simply braced her feet calmly, steadily and held Mira’s full strength like it was nothing. Like Mira wasn’t even worth the effort.

She vanished into the hallway and returned with a second blade, simpler but no less beautiful, its steel gleaming softly. Uncle Eren’s eyes lit up. “You’re spoiling me,” he said, handing her twice the agreed amount without hesitation. “You’re too kind,” she said, surprised. “Not many would do that.” “History deserves respect,” he replied, his tone firm but warm. The woman paused as Uncle Eren lifted the first scimitar, her gaze darkening slightly. “My husband used to say these blades were cursed,” she said, almost to herself. “Said the blood they spilled never left them. Passed down from one war to the next, each time claiming something from their owners.”

N Y X A R A I wake before the bell. The room is dark and narrow, clean in the way places are when no one plans to stay. I fold the cot into the wall before rinsing my face in cold water, drying it with the issued cloth, and hanging it back on the hook where it belongs. My gear waits on the steel table—blade, wire, and three vials sealed in dull glass. One blade for the mission. One Alpha who wasn’t supposed to exist.

the ninja reported. "Blake Frost’s daughter?" The door creaked open, and a short man with a goatee came out. The man’s checkered Sunland attire was quite colorful. "Mr. Ono, does she know martial arts?" Nakamura asked. "No, she’s just an ordinary Dragonsland woman," Ono hurriedly reported. "An ordinary woman wants Blake Frost’s body from here?" Nakamura seemed to think it was a huge joke and answered with sarcasm. "Yes, Mr. Nakamura."