Nico Sword 소설 & 이야기

hot crowds, and again Villa Farnesina caught fire under the amnari of riots, in the blows of the whip, and of the cries of the boyars shouting from the height of their chariots, a handsome young man with a rather courteous, clumsy face. noble enough for his tense smile, and dead for passers-by, he did not force himself to overtake the wardrobe of the great seniors, he wore an emerald green coat not very new, but also without warp on his elbows, with folds, and on his neck hangs a chain gold, where a large cross, like a well-known order, was hung on the fierce chest, clad in gold with four red rubies, which shone in the end of each arm encrusted, meaning the four winds of the world, a blue s

I could have been there for her, but no, I was out in the cold trying to find out who Gweng was. “Luna Nico,” a deep baritone voice called from behind. I turned backwards to see a tall masculine guy, whose black hair cascaded below his shoulders. I had never set my eyes on anyone as beautiful as he was. Wait… I meant as handsome as he was. My eyes lingered over his body for a while, not in an obvious manner right before he spoke. “Luna,” he bowed his head, and I noticed the sword around his waist, the dagger against his legs, the armor which he wore.

NICO When I opened the freezer door, I was amazed that the bastard was still breathing and able to spit out curses in Spanish at us. The bodies of his men were stacked in one corner. I considered sending their heads to Don Carlo. The swearing soon stopped when he noticed the switchblade in Sal’s hand and the look of determination on his face. “This is the Pizda that shot at us, is that right, Nico?” Sal’s voice had a sharp edge to it as he moved closer to the bound man.

Nico felt as if his weapon had hit a hard iron plate without causing any damage. The tiger opened its colossal jaws and bit Nico's arm. Nico dropped his weapon in fright and quickly dodged. His sword snapped in half in the tiger’s jaws, looking very fragile. “Run!” Nico knew they were doomed for sure. They could only look for Lyle and the others if they wanted to save themselves now. At Nico’s order, everyone quickly retreated, but not everyone was as powerful as Nico. They lagged behind Nico and fell under the tiger’s claws.

The trajectory of my life had changed so drastically. Just then, one of the men approached me. My head jerked in his direction. I recognized him. I wouldn’t forget him. Nico. He had piercing green eyes and bleached blonde hair. He stuck out like a sore thumb in a sea of dark-colored hair. He was the man who had gleefully handed Angelo the sword that killed my father. He was number three on the list of men I was going to kill when the time to avenge my father came. He crouched in front of me. “Isn’t it your lucky day, bella? You get to live.”

before any follow up training. After finishing his 100 Squats, Theo was dead tired, so he took 30 minute rest and start running. from his house to town is only 10 meters, so he decided that the route he will take will be that. running approx. 30 min minute, he took rest. so that he can start swinging the sword. After taking rest Theo took the sword, still mesmerized how beautiful was the black sword, he notice that, there was something engraved in the handle of sword. Theo look at the engraving and read," Agerico, hmm, it must be name of the sword, let see what is written down," he muttered." drop a drop of blood, what does it meant" feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

When the bullet hit his chest, Nico’s eyes dilated in surprise. “Bruno.” He uttered the name of his other mentor, his second father-figure. When Bruno let the bullet go, he did not have any qualms about it. Don Leo is his main priority. Nico dropped to the floor, blood oozing from his mouth. Don Leo stiffly ran to him. He cradled Nico’s head in his arms, rocking in his grief. “My son.” He cried, but it was too late. Nico is dead. _______

Grabbing the toast and lathering it with peanut butter, I lean back against the counter, chewing on it as I watch them. First time I met Nico, fresh out of that rich academy where kids like me were trained to be killers on the field. He’d been the only one who wasn’t afraid to talk back. I’d liked that about him. We’d built something, him with his jokes, me with my fists. Now we’re a team. He’s the closest thing I have to a friend. And since, he has no interest in women, I’m quite positive with him around her. But friendship has its limits. And Nico knows it. Cause if he ever looks at her wrong, or brings her harm, he knows how deep my blade can cut. And he’s not a fool to risk his life.

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"