Swordsman From One Piece Novels & Stories

The dagger that he was holding clattered to the ground during the process. The little boy coughed up blood. Perhaps it was due to anxiety, but his voice was no longer one of a regular child’s. Instead, his voice became hoarse and deep, like a middle-aged man’s. In other words, Nebulous Swordsman was not a child at all, but a dwarf who looked very young. “V...Vlad, I give up on the competition for the Cooter Armor. P-Please… Please spare me!” Nebulous Swordsman pleaded with a horrified expression on his face.

I held it with both hands. A fistful of my hair was snatched and he turned me to fully look at him. Before I could register his features, I pushed the sword upwards and into his abdomen as far as I could. His blood splattered on my nightwear and across my face. That was when I noticed his eyes. Or his lack of eyes thereof. He had no eyes, just like the woman at the tower. Just a face with every other feature asides eyes. I screamed when his body came tumbling down on me but now, he was lifeless. Using the last ounce of my energy, I pushed him aside and stood to my feet.

Someone recognized him right away - the number one swordsman in Japan, also known as Mei Chuanxiong, one of the six kings of the sword! Mei Chuanxiong, this super expert, had finally appeared!

His grip was firm, pulling her to her feet with ease. Her ankle protested, but she put weight on it, refusing to show weakness. "The ground bested me, not you," she stated, brushing dirt from her leathers. "A battlefield includes the ground," he replied. "You said so yourself." He retrieved her sword and handed it to her, hilt first. "You fight... differently." "So do you. For a prince." A faint, almost real smile touched his lips. "For a prince." He paused. "You held back your word. You play the lady today. Without complaint."

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

He jumped back and with hostility and asked, "Who exactly are you!?" "......" Silence was my answer and blasted myself forward in a horizontal slash with the blunt end of my sword. Blaze of smoke was produced following my trail as I finished him off with a variation of my Father's . This veiled swordsman strength is just that much to applaud. I'll give him that. He fell on the ground unconsciously, while the three robed individuals who were with him skedaddle out of fear, dragging the swordsman with them.

She is pure chaos!''' \\\\\\\\\\ "Yeh Jo halka halka suroor Hai by Farhan Saeed Listen to it at the end when you’re done reading! (:" --------------- A hiss escaped his lips as the freezing water ran down the back of his hands and arm. "You alright, man?" Kabir's concerned voice asked. A smile was stretched wide on Abraham's lips. Kabir probably thought he had gone mad. He was in pain but was smiling so heartily. Kabir was staring at him.

"his teleportation is not done from ninjitsu techniques, it is something similar to gift, isekai immediately calculated as he calmed himself to flow with the surrounding not ready to miss the slightest disruption coming from the surrounding. bang! Isekai's wooden katana connected with the mans katana. you are good, i have to give it to you, you are really good, too bad you have to die today, isekai heard the mans voice. isekai readied his steps as he tightly got hold on to his wooden katana. bang! the wooden katana connected once again with the katana but this time, the katana cut through the wooden katana and almost reaching isekai Who immediately sidestepped, he has expected and calculated