Sword Saint Re Zero Novels & Stories

Hikaru faced the pond again while I was observing them well, they looked veracious and obedient. Ren-Ai was a blonde , he has a slicked back undercut hair, good looking, 177.8 cm, cerulean eyes and most of all he carries a long wide sword. Yui on the other hand was different. She was an archer. I sense authority on her, she's very intimidating. She has hazel green eyes and a coffee brown hair color,157.48 cm in height and most of all I find her pretty. Archers and swordsmen in the kingdom were very precise and were very quick.

loving one of his hobbies will lead to the other’s destruction, swordplay, and dancing are two different categories until Jimboy remember all the steps in swordplay and the step in his dance and to his surprise, most of them have in common in a blink of an eye and enlightenment suddenly arrived at him! -SKILL GENERATED!- -SKILLS HAS BEEN UPDATED- -GENERATE: SKILL- SWORD DANCE= SWORDSMANSHIP AND DANCING AT THE SAMETIME- -SKILL: CLUTCH CHANGED TO SWORD DANCE- RESTRAIN- -RESTRAIN: USING THE SHOCKWAVE AT THE GROUND, ANY ENEMY THAT WAS HIT BY IT WILL MOMENTARILY STUN

And Awan is floating and standing in front of them. “Wh... What is this?! I can’t move my body!” Varz is getting irritated. “Do you love it? The zero gravity!” Awan exclaimed. “What?!” They are shocked. “Did you do all those things just for avenging him? How flattering, but don’t worry, You are just gonna meet him really soon!” Awan exclaimed. The flow of orange Iru which channeling his sword is turning into a spiral flow. “Goodbye! Teknik Jitu: Miden nol!(Ultimate Technique: Zero Miden)” He exclaimed swinging his sword horizontally, vertically, and diagonally repeatedly.

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.

BLADE'S POV I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork. The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf. "Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan. The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.

"You should be grateful I'm sparing you from meeting your demise from the Spencer family." Jared then grabbed a sharp scalpel and stabbed it right against my wrist, thrusting it around. Trembling in pain, I gritted my teeth and spat, "You'd be first to die if my family found out that you've been treating me like this." Cindy snorted when she heard my words. She then lifted her leg and kicked me in the stomach. "I can't believe you're still being so delusional even when you're barely alive, Suzanna—just focus on staying alive instead!

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

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.

Wounds of Eryndor troops that would have been mortal mere hours before began to miraculously heal, as if the warriors' bodies were fueled by a bright, ancient power. The Eryndor troops’ warriors, though battered and bruised, arose anew, their eyes blazing with a fierce determination. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and sweat, but the fighters pressed on, undeterred. However, those who had suffered the deadly precision of daggers and spears to the heart lay motionless, their lives extinguished by the fatal blows. The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”