Naruto With A Sword Novels & Stories

“Harvey York, Chief Instructor York. I thought you would be hard to deal with, but you couldn’t even handle a single blow! “It’s hard to believe that I lost against you when I was still in the army. “Seems like the invincible Chief Instructor is nothing but a rumor! “Once I have your head, I, Taro Akano, will be a legend across the world!” The shadow then walked out from the dark at this moment. He was wearing a traditional Island Nation robe with a piece of white cloth tied on his head and a short sword hanging on his waist. The longsword in his hand was emitting a blue glow on its blade. He was the man who showed up beside Sakura Miyamoto. The finest sword of Mordu’s Shindan Way. Taro Akan

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?”

I wonder who he is calling. Stoic jumped down from the desk, floating down to us. He grabbed Nate pulling his shirt off. I jumped out of my chair wanting to protect him. Nate shook his head at me again. I stood frozen as I watched Stoic create a sword of fire and slice Nate's wings clean off. Tears streamed down my face.

August's POV I've been restless for days. No Draco showed up to us and only Marcus is the one who is conducting the training. Marcus looks disturbed as well because of Draco. I know this is worrying too but what can we do? We don't even know where Draco is now. No one can tell where he is. I just looked at the weapons lying there. They are all samurai. They are identical to swords but they are lighter than swords in Pandora. "Today, you will be demonstrating sword handling. A professional will be your spar partner. You will be using a real samurai, just avoid getting hurt." Marcus told us and Misha suddenly became depressed.

His grip was firm, pulling her to her feet with ease. Her ankle protested, but she put weight on it, refusing to show weakness. "The ground bested me, not you," she stated, brushing dirt from her leathers. "A battlefield includes the ground," he replied. "You said so yourself." He retrieved her sword and handed it to her, hilt first. "You fight... differently." "So do you. For a prince." A faint, almost real smile touched his lips. "For a prince." He paused. "You held back your word. You play the lady today. Without complaint."

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

“She’s too good for you, and I know she will choose wisely.” He looked off into the distance as if expecting something. Then he extended his right arm and a large two-edged sword with jagged blades swirled through the air, right into his hand. “Cute toy.” I mocked, showing him I had no fear. He was playing a twisted game, nothing more. I won’t let him mess with me. He won’t strike any of my nerves because I’ve got Raina in my arms. She was with me and that’s all that mattered.

However, instead of retreating, the ninja reached into his apparel and drew out a sharp sword which glistened in the dark. Well, regardless of whatever strength he thought he possessed, Andrea saw Carrie retrain him in one swift move, knocking out the sword in his hands towards Andrea. Andrea was about to walk forward when the symbol on the handle of the sword caught her attention. She squatted and picked it up. "Why do you have this sword?" She asked, stepping closer to the ninja. She was about to rip out his head covering when Carrie blocked her. "It completely embarrasses them when they can't deliver the job they were assigned and still gets their identity exposed." Carrie said.

"Master!" They were all shouting his name in relief and obediently rushed to retreat. Most of these apprentices were still too young. Ron only spot two of them who had their spirit sword, while the rest were still carrying their training sword. They were like stalks of bamboo shoot, still too young and too green. They must've gone down the mountain to see the festival, too. Rion felt bad for them.

Freddy called loudly, he was still facing his table and was trying to light another round of marijuana. A man with a mask on his face entered the room immediately, he was dressed like the other guards; they all wore suits, but there was something different about him and it wasn’t the mask, instead of a gun; he was holding a sword. From his name, Simon could deduce that he wasn’t American, he was definitely Japanese, his name and the sword confirmed it. “I’m here shisho [Master],” Hatake replied sharply. “Show it to him,” Freddy ordered, puffing his just lighted marijuana all over the place.