Sword For Truth Anime Novels & Stories

"To say that it was all a lie is an insult. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand where she's coming from, she is an educated woman, one of the enlightened ones. But there's a time and place for rationality, and there's a time and place for faith. "Faith. That was all they had, that was all Markelus had. It wasn't his sword, his sword was just a symbol, a symbol of his faith. Faith is his actual weapon. Faith is what killed Eon, not the sword." Minos finally noticed that Rei wasn't paying attention. "Hey, are you even listening?" His companion looked at him and shrugged, before walking away.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

Then, he said, "Alright. Give me a minute." Ten minutes later, he returned, sounding out of breath. I opened the door a crack, and he stretched his hand inside, keeping his gaze averted. The underwear in the bag was pink, and there were pads for day and night use. I suddenly felt like Chuck owed me too much. He'd always thought buying me pads from the supermarket was humiliating and shameful. How could two people be so different? When I came out, Jordan was waiting for me beside the bed. He didn't know what discharge was, so he thought I was on my period.

The room hummed with disbelief. The Chancellor smiled faintly. “Very well. Then you won’t object to the final test.” Xander tensed. “What test?” The Chancellor nodded to one of the guards, who brought forward a small black box. Inside lay a thin blade etched with crimson sigils. The truthsteel. A weapon that forced honesty—cutting lies out of the tongue itself. “If you have nothing to hide,” Ivaris said, “then you will take the blade and swear that Cadet Varyn is not a threat.”

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry. ‘If you had the sword all along why didn’t you attack’ Alfred asked angrily. ‘I’m a healer not a fighter, my job is to heal your injuries not battle’ indigo answered putting his sword in his sheath. ‘Then you could have given one of us your sword to kill that thing’ Nara said huffing. ‘My sword…sorry but one of my bottom lines is touching my sword’ indigo replies then leaves to go retrieve his bag. ‘What’s so special about a sword’ Chevy says angrily.

Abhi whispered, his voice trembling with awe. "This," Rudra said, holding the sword aloft, "is a manifestation of the ancient powers I've been telling you about. These are the powers left by the sages, hidden and protected until the right moment. This sword is more than just a weapon—it's a symbol of the knowledge and strength that exist beyond the realms of science." Abhi reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing the glowing blade. It felt cool and solid, yet it radiated an energy that seemed to pulse with life.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

“No! You are wrong, I was yours… what am I even saying? I was never yours, and I will never—” My words died down as I felt his lips impossibly close to mine the anger in his eyes hardening making fear and panic clog me. “You’re testing me Lyra! I am very possessive of my belongings, I won’t have anyone messing with them. If anyone has a death wish, then I dare him to as much as stare at you, I won’t hesitate to end lives.” He states with pure menace. “I am not afraid of you Sage, I have never been and we both know that,” I say inaudibly.

He didn't even show his true colors as the heirloom of two Gods and one of the strongest former demon lords in hell. "Anala Sword; holy flame technique!" BURN!