Shirou Emiya Swords Novels & Stories

"What the- what is this?" Minos yelled. He looked over to Rei, whose hands were now holding on to the handle of the sword hanging on his belt. "Hold it." Cassana snapped. A faint yellow light now emanates from the gem. A floating luminous circle, humming and riddled with runes, was hovering above it. The same identical circle was also wrapped around Rei's right arm. As Cassana pulled the staff lower, the circle around Rei became tighter. "A sorcerer!" Minos, again stating the obvious.

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”

Asura was cautious. Hirayasura dripped his blood onto the Sundapura soil that had turned black. As his blood dripped and seeped into the soil, the turmoil of the ground began to show. Slowly, a sword with a black hilt and a skull ornament with two bull-like horns poked up. The black demon swordsman grasped the black sword tightly and pulled it up. The sword had a saw-like blade. It was jagged and extremely sharp on one side. "It's been a long time since I've summoned this sword. The Tembadau Ireng Sword, an heirloom forged from the marvelous black metal in the depths of hell." Hirayasura smiled while gently stroking the sword.

A thousand swords surrounded Xing Xier and each sword contained a sword intent strong enough to cut an ordinary immortal. "Shit! Sword intent? No wonder he's called the genius of the empire and the sword sect!" Said one of the fugitives with sweat pouring down his back. BOOMMM... "These fools!" Annoyed Choi Son who saw how weak their resolve was. "Well, better not play anymore."

Scattered moonlight in the air coalesced into hundreds of solid silver light swords, their edges sharp enough to slice the air, infused with powerful purification energy. "Strike." Eira uttered one word. The swords surged forward at a speed beyond the perception of a Sixth-Rank warrior. Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft! The sound of blades piercing flesh rang out continuously. Butcher’s toxin-hardened skin was as fragile as paper before the light swords. The swords pierced his wrists, ankles, shoulders and thighs. The tremendous force lifted his three-and-a-half-meter body and pinned him firmly to the hardest black rock wall at the end of the basement, hanging him in mid-air like a tattered doll.

Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business. “Just like how you wanted them to be.” He gestured to the two black briefcases on the crates. In the first briefcase were dual short swords made of pure silver. It had a long line of engraved words “There was no victory without sacrifices” on the blade. She tested the short swords with several movements. The balance was just right for her. Everything on the swords is just like how she requested it to be. Her signature red gem on the hilt. Mira set down the swords back into the briefcase before reaching the next briefcase. A set of six hunting knives.