Swordsman From One Piece Novels & Stories

What is happening right now? Before I know it, I was standing in front one of the knights for a duel after Carl said so. I know that Lancelot is good at swordsmanship, but I am Sakamaki Yuu, a normal Japanese person who only know how to play basketball and dodgeball before I became disabled, I have NEVER touched a cooking knife much more or less a sword?! I might kill myself rather than the enemy! “Uhm, you are...” “It’s Adam, Master Lancelot.”

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.

But it’s probably the wind which is causing his eyes to water. “W-what’s your name?” “Eren!” Eren says cheerfully and does a happy dance. The eyes of the man strangely widen a little. He begins to smile happily, indent dimples popping out. I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's.

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.

How could she forgot bringing knife. "It's okay, come inside." Abraham blew off the candles and walked inside his room taking her wrist in his hand. She was walking alongside him. He placed the cake on the centre table and then walked towards his side drawers. He took out a finger sized dagger from it and then came to stand beside her. Again taking her hand in his, they both sat on the sofa and Abraham cut a small piece of cake and then brought it towards Minahil's face. She ate it and then fed a big piece to Abraham as well.