Novel & Cerita Tatsumi Sword

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

"No! Don't touch it!" Kasuga stepped back. "Why?" "My thunder might still be on it. It's iron. Thunder works with iron like fire heat." Jai said. "Don't worry, I'm wearing gloves." Kasuga stepped forward once again, touching the sword by its handle. Determining it's safe, he took the sword with some blood flowing out of the tongue and swung it lightly to get rid of the blood covering it. The beast twitched and both guys retreated in warning. "This thing's still alive?" Kasuga frowned.

Rai's eyes opened wide and his voice faltered as he walked into the room. "This, this is fucking awesome and probably worth millions," he muttered and I chuckled. I headed to the sword wall and chose my damascus steel katana that I had been gifted from a real samurai. I swung the hilt, twisting it expertly with my wrist and glanced at Rai. He was eyeing me approvingly.

Remuel held the sword from its handle for them to better admire the blade. “You mean Enzir is here?” asked Casser. “Yes, along with his trusted keeper of secrets, that Lankko,” replied Remuel. Casser rubbed his chin as he admired the sword that he was being shown. “I have to admire the craftsmanship of the blacksmith, such intricate details carved into the hilt and onto the blade itself,” remarked Casser. “Yes, and it’s remarkably light. You want to try it?” Remuel offered the sword to Casser, handle first.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

I huffed and walked two spaces away. A glint caught my eye, high on the far wall hung a single sword no one had touched… sleek, curved blade, Japanese in style, deadly elegant. I crossed to it and picked it up letting my fingers glide on the blades sharp edge, it sliced through my skin drawing blood. I gasped, eyes widening in shock at its sharpness as I sucked the blood off my finger.“Majestic isn’t it? the katana” Smith strolled to stand beside me“Is that what it’s called?” I pulled my finger out of my mouth not really paying attention to him and just like I expected, the skin had knitted back together. I healed faster than a normal wolf. Always had.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

On his head he had the crown and wore black leather pants and a gold and green farset, at his side he wore the sword tied to a belt. The apple of the sword had been made entirely of gold and had an elaborate handle with gems and runes, the blade had golden drawings and some writing in some strange language that Sumon did not know. The blade had been given to him by one of his most trusted lords as a coronation gift, they had also given one to Sumon, smaller and decorated with gems and tiaras: an ornament that he had asked to hang on one of the walls of his room. Not because she wanted to use it, but she liked to look at it from time to time, imagining the electric shock that would run throug

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

All the Islanders squinted their eyes at Masao, patiently waiting for him to end Harvey’s life. Boom! Under everyone’s exhilarated gaze, Masao tightly gripped the hilt of his sword. In just a moment, the monstrous aura of the sword seeped out of his body. “Be careful, Sir York! He’s using the Chrysanthemum Blade, a legendary sword gifted by the Island Nations’ royal family! “It’s said that it previously belonged to a legendary Ronin! A single slash from it would be incredibly devastating! “The sword can cut steel like butter! Stay alert!”