Shirou Swords Novels & Stories

You see, unlike his millions or billions of other weapons that can be bounced or used by servants, Ea is a weapon that only Gilgamesh can use. Gilgamesh once showed off this heirloom power when facing a Rider in the 4th Holy Grail War who lightly warded off his Noble Phantasm, Ionioi Hetairoi. At that moment, Rider's imaginary dimension collapsed like an hourglass and swallowed the thousands of warriors inside. You can also witness the splendor of the moves launched by this sword in the Unlimited Blade Works series when Gilgamesh faced Emiya Shirou.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 23: The Sword's Identity Lixien closed her eyes and felt that her head was throbbing. How can he be so sure about his words? He really means it! But… from seven mountains?! She then grabbed the sword hastily from Leen’s hand and stared at the features of the sword. The sword from the seven mountains. She really needs to thank her husband for this. She trailed the blade of the sword with her fingers and Leen approached her with her worried eyes.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

A long black sword with some mysterious inscriptions carved on the blade manifested in Yui’s hand. The sword hummed, and a powerful force emerged. Yui brandished the sword, and potent Sword Energies gathered to form a Sword Formation. The Sword Formation was strong enough to instantly obliterate a powerhouse at the Holy Celestial Rank’s middle stage. However, Quattro calmly raised his hand and pointed toward the void. A mysterious force emerged from his fingertips and shattered Yui’s Sword Formation.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

It was like it was reacting to me—to my fear, my heartbeat, my voice. The smoke hesitated, swirling back for a moment before pressing forward again. Corin was still too far. I could see him fighting through the shadows, cutting down one after another with his glowing sword. Each strike sent bursts of green light across the ground. The crystals on his blade pulsed like a heartbeat, the gem in the hilt blazing bright. “ Hold on, Liora!” he shouted. The barrier light flared once more—but then, just as quickly, began to fade.

Shia’s eyes weren’t deceiving her. The figure descending from the void was Langrion! “Let her go!” He stuck a sword at Sirion’s hand, but just as Sirion had said, human weapons have no effect on him whatsoever. The sword slid from his body, as if his skin was covered with an invisible shield. Although the attack did not hurt Sirion, it helped to loosen his grip on Shia’s ankle, enabling Shia to crawl quickly away from him and stand on her feet.