Swordmaster Youngest Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

And back they were, back at New York where Louis gifts him articles made of silver and gold. "Louis! Oh my God, I can't accept this." Louis pushes the blade further towards him. "It's Enma! The sword you always wanted!" Says Louis. "But it's in Silver and Platinum, dammit! And what— oh Jeez..." suddenly, he hugs the older male who chuckles deeply before hugging his brother back. Dropping the youngest one back home— the one who hasn't turned 20 yet, the older men, quite literally everyone else crash at a bar.

No one knew about it, not the owners of the castle, not the soldiers making their daily rounds and not the servants who were in their personal quarters resting. A young boy was walking cautiously on the freshly cut grass of this morning. He had shed his soldier's garb for clothes that were less restrictive and much lighter to wear. Nevertheless, he still had his sword at his side in case things got out of hand. This boy, only a few years older than Thetia, was what could be described as a promising swordsmanship talent. The term prodigy did not fit his current abilities, especially since for a person specializing in swordplay to be called a prodigy meant to compete with Hughes Kestle. He was

“I trained in swordsmanship for thirty years! I became a Sword Saint and a God of War ten years ago!” “You’re so young! How are you even stronger than me?!” “This is wrong!” Miyata couldn’t accept the fact that he lost against the young man in front of him. “What’s so wrong about it?” Harvey walked up and tapped Miyata in the face. “You know I’m the prince of South Light, and you also know my identity as Mordu’s Longmen branch leader.” “That said, you’re missing one more identity.” “Why don’t you take a guess?”

James' face darkened as he looked at the man and asked, "What's your name? I don't fight against nameless people." The man laughed and said, "Remember my name well, James. My name is Yorich Jareda, the Young Master of the Sword Realm, and my father's the Lord of the Sword Realm. I hear that your sword techniques are unrivaled. Allow me to test your true strength then." Yorich smiled as he gave the order, "Attack!" As he gave the order, hundreds of knights brandished their swords, and hundreds of Sword Energies struck James at the same time.

She was so surprised at that gesture, he never did anything caring like that to her before, but she smiled sweetly. "Another night," he patted her head and walked to the door, his angry eyes returned again. "Lord Moriah__" the young man standing in front of him abruptly stooped talking, seeing his red eyes. Because Moriah, the second son of King Ramos and Queen Adelaide, was well known in this kingdom for his anger, atrocities and fighting skills. He was only thirty years old, but already he was one of the greatest swordsman of at that time, his ability could only be compared to his brother's, Nrikawn.

Raising it up high in the air, he said with unrefined anger: "I will grant you your wish. Didn't I warn you beforehand?" And with his words, he slashed the sharp sword at the neck of the warrior, making the head of the warrior fly in the air before falling on the ground. A heavy breath left Lucas's lips. He felt this power resonate through his body. He raised his hands up, turning to look at the others who stood shocked at what the alpha's son had done. But Alpha Vincent was proud of his son. He was truly his own son. Ruthless. Villains ran through the family's blood.

When the party was about to end one person with a scar on the face came inside the party. He had ferocious air around him. he scanned his gaze around the hall and when he saw ava his eyes lit up. he in a dasing manner directly walked in front of the grandma black and said: good evening grandma and happy birthday 🎂. Grandma black also said looked at the youth and said thank you Mr. Dorman for your wish. Dorman was the dog of Akainu who was the young master of the saukizi family which was a very powerful underground family. Even though the wealthy disdained underground bosses but saukizi family was different. After chatting with the old lady. Dorman said something to Chris in a low voice whic

His cold, merciless eyes flickered between me and the man he had just struck, and suddenly, a bitter laugh rumbled from his chest. "This," he spat, gesturing to the stranger with a snarl, "this is the bastard I got for a son! A weak, pathetic excuse of a wolf." His words were venomous, sharp enough to cut through the thick tension in the air. "He is the reason you’re here, girl. To give me a successor worthy of my name. Not this pup!" My breath hitched at his words. His son? Before I could react, Alpha Thorne turned and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him with such force that the walls seemed to shake.

“Our first match ladies and gentlemen is one that waters the mouth and wets the tongue. While many would assume that the first battle would be one that would prepare us for the highlights to come, the Barren Battlefield is no place for preliminaries. This is a warzone, and the first match is going to be just that!” “From the Clan of the First, we have our first representative. He is someone whose name rocks the world of geniuses and reminds us of our inadequacies. His first achievement was coming third place in the Rookie Championship ten years ago. His exquisite blade techniques and dagger skills elevated his name to the lips of both the new and old generation alike, making him the envy of

He actually had a mind of coming back as he promised Aro, if not for the bad king that magically sent him into exile. THE WAR LORD He started as Goldsmith, when he was young, his father noticed his craftiness. And went to register him as an apprentice to Sokoti aka the heavens Goldsmith. The first to make a sword out of Sango's breath. At least that was the story we had. He was fast at learning, if not too fast, he broke his master's record by making a million swords in two days.