Sword Of Totsuka Novels & Stories

Terra felt his heart tremble as he heard Tsarayu's words and saw a terrifying momentum appearing around him, Tsarayu. "Seven forms of sword saint: second form- Devastation!" Tsarayu made a slash with his sword in the air as a terrifying attack was unleashed from it in the direction of terra.

Only a few have felt the weight of a real sword. “If they want war, then war we shall give them,” Ichie Echefu said for the second time, and some ignoramus in the room nodded their heads in approval. Silence held the room captives as the elders weighed the words of the King and Ichie Echefu. The people of Utaku are not just skilled, they also have the numbers and the weapons. Going to war against them was worse than suicide. It was like going out to fight death itself. “What did you say, old man?” Someone asked.

In an instant, experts in Higurashi Shrine were all woken up by this voice. The older generation of expert swordsmen, who were sleeping in the shrine and secretly cultivating, all opened their eyes. Mr. Sasaki, who was sent flying, was stunned with his eyes widened. His name was Toro Sasaki. He was Aoda Sasaki’s grandson. Toro didn’t think the people who came would be brave enough to call his grandfather out like that. One ought to know that his grandfather was already Higurashi’s number one expert a few decades ago. Moreover, he was known as the first swordsman in Japan. Many people had died under Toro’s grandfather’s blade.

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!"

Halkow showed her a sword forged by djinns in the last 7th century in Japan. “According to lore, it never missed its target.” Coralis took it to look at it. It was very lightweight and easy to handle. She glanced at Frank, who was looking at it in admiration. “I’ll take it,” said Coralis, thinking it would make a great additional home defence when Frank was alone.

His fiery eyes locked with hers, burning the words off her tongue. "Your sword... Give it to me," He said softly, making it sound like it was nothing close to demand, though it seemed to be. As if her body was acting on its own, Alicia reached for her robe and tore off a piece off the edge. "Wait!" She called to him. She gently reached for his injured arm and started twining the clothing around it. Daito slightly winced. She finished off with a tight knot then proceeded to hand over the sword.