Swordsman One Piece Novels & Stories

After all, why would the swordsman angrily materialize a regular sword after seeing the extent of his ability. ‘He has access to rare spatial rings. There must be something special about this sword. I have to be careful.' Old man Jenkins thought as he briefly looked over the swordsman shoulders and saw that Ruthless had grabbed Wilson by the collar of his button-up shirt that was riddled with holes in the front from him taking the male twin oldie’s punches. Before he could make out anything else, the swordsman groaned and swung his double handed claymore horizontally from the left, intending to split him in half at the waist. Old man Jenkins immediately faced his own troubles first.

As soon as he had landed and donned his clothes, the Prince came forward and asked him to cross swords with him to prove his skill, saying: “Let us two prove, who is the better swordsman, you or me!” The robber agreed with delight, feeling certain of victory, for he was famous as a fencer in his province and he did not know who his adversary was. He seized quickly what he thought was his sword and stood on guard to defend himself. Alas! For the rebel the sword was the wooden one of the young Prince and in vain Takeru tried to unsheathe it—it was jammed fast, not all his exerted strength could move it. Even if his efforts had been successful the sword would have been of no use to him for it w

Written on its side was a note. From your favorite teacher! Stay Safe, my lady! Also, you can have them change if you like something else. She smiled at the message and knew who it was from. Opening the box, she was stunned to see two polished shortsword and an arming sword. Its handle was black. The short sword's blade has a bit of a curve at the tip, its' base has prints of engraving and was thicker than she’s expected but still light when she wielded it. The arming sword was the same only with a longer reach and more pointed tip.

He felt a strong mana present in the vicinity and was approaching him at a fast pace. He slowly reversed his grip on the sword, pulling it out while turning around, he hand stretched to get the sword out of its scabbard. Spinning his body and using the sword to block an oncoming person wielding two swords that had its blades crossed ready to slice him into four pieces. As he turned around he was shocked to find that it was the person he saw front he corner of his eye, the person wore a long brown robe wielding two katanas with a huge smile on his face. But even with the attacker forcefully pushing Lyon with all his might.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

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.

Lorist rose up out of the horde of individuals. An unpleasant looking man with an unshaven face wearing an old calfskin protective layer ran towards him while unsheathing his two-gave greatsword. Raising his cutting edge high, he thundered, "Aha, Lorist! I'm here to demand a duel with you… " The two-gave blade transmitted a sparkling light that connoted his power as a Two Star Silver Swordsman.

As she spoke, two large, serrated swords appeared beside her. Those two swords were burning with spiritual energy. Countless runes surrounded them, radiating outward. At that moment, Yumi, who was still advancing, was shocked again. She saw two large swords that resembled shooting stars descending from the skies with unmatched power. Suddenly, the whole island was illuminated by the radiance of those swords. Feeling the terrifying power within the swords, Yumi was deeply shaken. Facing such a dire situation, she tossed everything else aside as she condensed all the spiritual energy she had. Her spiritual flames soared into the air, and she quickly formed many seals.

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.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.