Naruto With A Sword Novels & Stories

It took in a deep breath for another belch of flame. I extended my hand out. "Sword!" Nothing happened. The dragon's maw opened wide, ready to spit flame. "I am Nami! Sword!" The Aurora Sword flew from the trees. It landed in my hand just as the black flames extended from the dragon's mouth. The Aurora Sword lengthened and split the flame in two. The sword, my armor, and my wings all emanated white and rainbow light as I held fast against the black flame.

Blair spoke "May I have the sword?" His body didn't move an inch. Sarin sighed. I watched as the six swords went back down into one. "I said you have to take it from me." Blair had a smile on her face blood of nomads on her clothes and hair. A small droplet of it on her face.

Her blade swung in a deadly arc toward her head. Aurelia wasn't sure what inspired her to run on four legs, but she could feel the wind of the sword run across her back several short hairs flew across her field of vision. She tackled Hinata down, and snarled, "I think you have our roles mixed up," She gripped a blade and drove it through Hinata's skull. Aurelia watched the creepy eyes until life left them. She headed to the waterfall and stopped for a moment, and spied the parasol blade laying on the ground. She looked at her current weapon and then back to the parasol blade. She turned around and took the unique weapon for her own.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

His swords are cloaked in thick and blazing purple Iru along with heavy thunder and wind as well. “Go!” Doraduo and the Swordsmen of the Stars shouted. “Teknik Jitu: Naga Bintang! (Ultimate Technique: Dragon of Stars)” Varz exclaimed. Both of his swords slash Sunekuo’s head that his body vanished by the heavy clap causing by his swords. Varz sheathes his sword. He remains silent there. "Frans... I’m sorry if I always denied your presence. If only I could convince myself to behave well like a human, maybe we could make some wonderful memories together."

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Lazily as if all those worried faces were not directed to him, Nicklaus removed his sword too. But unlike Noah’s deadly sword, Nicklaus sword was just the normal sword. It looked weak compared to Noah’s and just one blow and it will break into pieces. The two sword were world apart and this busted ego and hope in Nephus soldiers.

The two other ninjas immediately swung their swords down at him, but he had already rolled over and sprang to his feet, taking hold of the leader's sword in the process and arming himself. One of the ninjas looked at their leader wailing on the ground and then back at his sword in his hands. Rojan cocked his head at him, raising his brows. He had now evened the fight, using a sword against them, as befitting their samurai status. They charged at him, swinging their swords through the air, he defended himself, blocking and dodging. Soon enough, the third ninja he had swung against the pillar had recovered and returned, joining in the sword fight.

“Young Lad, stop wasting time. Strike now!” James composed himself. A flash of purple light materialized into a glimmering purple sword. The long sword in his hand added much more to his aura. Holding the Divine Sword, he felt a strong sense of conviction within him. He summoned his mind, causing infinite Sword Intent to rage forward like a herd of ten thousand horses. It was rather frightening. Yet, James’ invincible Sword Intent did not harm Nurlan in the slightest bit. Nurlan still remained upright in mid-air, the edges of his clothes fluttering in the wind. He looked dashing, to say the very least.

He gestured his hand. “Nirvana.” “Yes. The only way to kill—” “Shut up, Dylan.” Nirvana walked back inside with the rectangular package, which I guess was the sword. Here’s the package. Now what?”