Samehada Sword 소설 & 이야기

I don’t have the heart to cut it just yet, although I know I should. It’s more like I can’t because I do not want to have an uneven mess. “We did weapons training. Did you know that there was a sword made by the Diafor mages that can cut through anything, living and non-living things alike?” I shuddered when I remembered how Zander had shown me the sword that looked taller than me then almost passed out when he showed me what it could do. It sliced a tree in front of my eyes.

She held it tightly. Serra thought it was heavy but it was surprisingly light, light as a feather. It's like she's holding a twig, very comfortable in her hands. She stared at the shimmering sword. It has a beautiful gold hilt with an intricate carved angel wings above the handle, the blade was long as her arms and it was sharp and shiny, the light bounced on it, and Serra could see herself on it like a clear mirror. The sword was like made specifically for her as it was comfortable to her hands and it felt familiar and comforting to the touch.

In fact, she had wanted to do that, but she did not bring it up as she did not want to be teased by Shea. After Shea had brought it up, Moriri could no longer resist. Puff… Seeing Moriri look excited, Shea could not help but laugh, and she nodded. "Okay, you go. I knew you won't be able to sit still here while waiting for the news." Then, Shea passed the longsword that she had brought with her to Moriri. "Take this sword. You'll have the upper hand if you ever run into danger." That sword was something that Shea kept close to her, and she named it Firefox. It was gifted to her by Kye five years ago.

From facing three with the same level of strength as him, and struggling to dealing with fourteen stronger than him. Mane gently massaged his wrist as he carefully and gently retrieved the two weapons encased in the gorgeous sheaths that lay on his back. One of the two, a sword, was made entirely of black metal, even its handle. It was over a meter in length and it glowed brightly under the sun, a curious contradiction of colors. The other was a knife. It was shorter, under a meter long and was golden, just like Mane’s hair. In Mane’s mind space the excitement of the7th and the 8th could be felt as Mane called upon the artefacts. The Wandering Sword God and the Bloodied Blade Lord watched in

the man asked. Ada circled him, swerving the sword like a professional swordsman. The comfort she found in the sword was enticing. She didn’t know how she was doing it but the flow made her smile. She must have trained with a sword before, maybe sometime in her life that she didn’t know. She was one with the sword. Every dance bringing the pain of the past moons back. Every swing drawing tears from her eyes and agony from her belly.

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

She didn't want to have to explain Somito dropping her off to both of them. "Especially not Nomo Sofia was about to open it when Somito called out, “Hang on.” She glanced over in time to see him reach into the pocket of his jacket, draw out what appeared to be a knife secured in a leather holster. “I want you to take this,” he said. Sofia took the knife and unclipped the holster. Sofia slid the leather holster off, revealing a short sword with a length of about four inches, and blue lines running down its side, resembling those on Somito’s tattoos.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

I raised my sword and swung it at him. I didn’t realize he had a weapon on his own. A long thick blade sword similar to the swords used by knights. He raised it to block me. The clinking sounds echoed, creating sparks of the two blades hitting each other. I let it slip, allowing the edge of my sword to glide down the blade of his.

Ayo steadied herself and proudly exclaimed, "Impressive eyesight. This is the Kato Family's demonic sword, Tatamo, passed down for 300 years!" Shuten followed suit. "And mine is the demonic sword, Datengo!" Whoosh! The two vanished again, attacking Chad once more. Bernard was anxious! At that rate, Chad would almost certainly be killed. So he flew toward Chad and pushed him aside to take his place. The two swords pierced Bernard's body. The blades emitted a blue light, causing Bernard's body to shrivel. However, with his sanctified flesh, he grinned fiercely and gripped the two swords before violently twisting his body!