Swordsman From One Piece Novels & Stories

He was in a sorry state. He stood up and looked at James. Stunned, he asked, “What sword technique is this?” James smiled faintly and said, “This is One.” It was One of the Polaris Sword Art, an amalgamation of a thousand sword techniques. This bizarre sword technique was different from the Fourteen Heavenly Swords. The only similarity they shared was that they were extremely terrifying. “One?” The Spirit Master froze. “What sword technique is this?” James said, “It’s a sword technique I created.”

Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword. "You bring the filth of the crust into the heavens, Anomalies," the Shogun’s voice resonated, smooth and perfectly synthesized, echoing off the invisible atmospheric dome above them. "You shattered the Marianas with brute force. You cracked my floorboards with reckless momentum. But you cannot outrun precision."

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

I begged with my tears already falling in fear. “I can't do that… You are more obedient that way,” he chuckled. He walked towards a wall and took one of the swords hanging there. He pulled the blade out of the scabbard and walked closer to me. “Do you like the sword?” he smirked pointing the tip if the blade my way, “This one was a present from Mr. Tsuchida. This katana is extremely sharp, I've never used it before, I think I will test it out on you…”

The dagger in her hand expanded into a long sword that radiated with flames and she fiercely slashed toward the incoming spear. There was a loud explosion as both the spear and the blade shattered, turning into spiritual energy, and dispersing into the air. She had blocked the attack, but the chaotic impact of the attack tore her clothes, revealing a lot of skin. She looked like a mess. She then realized that she had not been facing one person. That was because she had faced two different forms of energy. Yumi was furious. She was a ninja art genius from Cherrytopia, a martial prodigy of the Senka family. She was a Sanctuary level expert at that.

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

“And there’s plenty more where that came from.” “Sir, you’re blocking the Naruto fans,” she said flatly. “Please move, or I’ll have to call Shogun Steve.” “Who is Shogun Steve?” A man who looked like a retired linebacker wearing a kimono stepped out from behind a curtain. He was holding a very large sword. It was made of silver-painted wood, but still looked like it could inflict a painful blow. I retreated. Fast. I sat in the safety of my car, fuming. I wasn’t used to failure, either. And Claire was counting on me! Her opinion of me wasn’t very high, and I didn’t want her to see me as completely useless.

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

The massive silver sword that craft with a long dragon wrapped its body along the handler appeared in the air and floated just next to his hand. His own battle began. He unsheathed his sword and the scabbard disappeared. “Let’s play to our hearts’ contains, yeah?” On the other hand, Samuel was elegantly and efficiently cutting down the necks of his enemies in complete contrast to Ryuzaki's expectation. The werebears, werelions, and soldiers running into him didn’t even have a chance to scream before their breaths were cut short. SLICE! When Samuel’s dancing with his sword, another enemy lost their heads at the speed of lightning.

We were locked into a standoff with our weapons trained at each other. “A sword brave and a thunder brave?” Cutler said incredulously. “That’s new.” “He must be Takemikazuchi’s Brave,” Hikaru said. “The god of thunder and swords from our homeland.” Wilt narrowed his eyes. Judging from his frowned face and the fact that he lived in Japan, it must be true. “Careful, he’s godly strong, but not as strong as power braves.” “How do you know that?” Masaru asked.