Sword Uramasa Novels & Stories

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

Suliro shared. “How old is your son now?” asked Toran. “Seventeen,” Suliro replied. “Well, at least teleportation is his only struggle. My son, who’s thirteen, still can’t fight properly—especially with a bow. His aim is all over the place,” said Arus. Atcandis remained silent, listening. His thoughts turned to Zumir, who, despite having no formal training, had already mastered the sword and teleportation effortlessly. “Supreme, how’s your eldest, Asmal?” Toran asked.

“It’s my fault.” “No, it’s not his fault,” Theia countered. “I can explain, Alpha.” Jeong stepped forward. “Amelia, Theia, and Ren just arrived and Emil called Ren Uzui.” “Uzui?” There was a frown on Ryden’s forehead. “Tengen Uzui, one of the characters in Demons Slayer. He’s a white-haired guy, a powerful fighter but has lost a hand and eye.” “And?” “Emil thinks Ren dyed his hair to look cool,” Jeong added. “And he also said that Amelia isn’t a pack member anymore.”

"The Asset has run the gauntlet four times. Her stamina is depleting." "Then she needs better stamina," Ishara said without looking at him. "The Lugal wants a weapon, Barzil. Not a porcelain doll." She tapped the mic. "Engage." The Uruks charged. Thud-thud-thud. They were slow, but they were walls of muscle. Neoma didn't try to block. She dropped. Sliding between the legs of the first attacker. Slashing his hamstring with a blunted training knife. He went down with a grunt. Thump.

His figure blurred as he appeared before Sam. A weathered longsword materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate arcane symbols. As energy poured into the blade, the runes blazed with golden light, radiating terrifying pressure. "This is the Suncrest Sect's sword technique—Sunpiercer Arc!" With a sharp shout, Marcellus swung his sword. A streak of golden energy tore across the sky, whistling as it sliced straight toward Sam. He poured every ounce of his power into the strike. The blade of light tore through the stone, carving a jagged trench in its wake. The air shimmered and roared, heat radiating in scorching waves.

The Elder recited There's not much for him to recite anyway; this stupid idiot in front of me opted for a no-rules battle. That shall always be his biggest and worst mistake. "Kindly choose your weapons." The Elder said monotonously "I'll choose these two swords of mine." Armaros said, unsheathing his two swords that had thin double-edged blades of about 14 metres. The blade was definitely sharpened recently with the way they reflected the light right off them.

But if my suspicion that he is Lucas is correct, Marcus probably already knows. I heard the clanking of the two swords. I can even see sparks from the blade every time they will meet in high tension and force. Reed's sparring partner is also good, he is an expert, and his movements are obvious. He looks like an ancient Japanese Warrior. Like Rurouni Kenshin. They ended the spar and Marcus clapped. "That's good Captain," Marcus said and listed something on the board. That's probably information. "Next is Ryujin." It's a call.

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

She dug around for a little bit, the loud metals of the weapons clanking together, before escaping once more, holding a new sword. It was long and thin, but very elegant, with an intricate handle. “This is a rapier! It’s meant for stabbing.” She threw it towards Ursa, who immediately put her hands to her face to stop it from damaging her any further. The sword clattered to the ground at Ursa’s feet, and she bent down to pick it up, admiring how light the blade was. “Won’t this snap from fighting your swords?” Ursa asked, as if she was entertaining the idea of fighting Aisha, which she was not.

A flash of lilac lights up the dark forest, and I watch in terror as her fire takes over Samael's. I react blindly. Samael's life is the only thing that matters to me at this moment. I pull the magical sword, Kusanagi no Tsurugi, gifted to me by the Japanese sun goddess Amaterasu herself. I throw myself from my hiding space; my only goal is to kill the young horde leader.