The Lazy Swordmaster Novels & Stories

Eugene tried to come up with an explanation even he himself had no idea how did it happen in the first place. "But is the blood contract really capable of such a feat? I never heard of a warlock establishing that kind of connection with his apprentice before." "Well, I must say perhaps it was because you have not yet lived that long the same as I did." "Why master, have you heard of a similar incident on the past???" Jorah was already starting to get convinced with his master's argument. But when he heard the other party's answer to his question, he almost wanted to give his master an eye roll that he only deserved

This left her wondering whether or not she should bring herself out of the covers. "Mistress, I am Yoon Jaemin, Master's secretary. I apologise for the scare you have just gotten. That was Han Minjae, and he can be little rough at times. If you are comfortable, I would hope for you to take down the covers. I will try my best to answer all the questions you have. This situation must be quite puzzling." It might be because of how gentle and soft his voice was for that instant, Sihyeon had tears almost forming at the corner of her eyes.

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Long Chen just nodded with a smile while looking up and down Shen Li's body. "To be called a sword disciple they must be able to possess the sword aura, then if they are called a sword master they must master one body and one sword, then the sword heart, and there is the sword heart. You can master the ninth sword aura proving worthy of being a disciple of the sword king." Jian Guang stared at Long Chen in shock, he could easily convey and correctly guess his disciple's true strength which indicated perhaps Long Chen was also a sword master. "It turns out young master Long is also a sword master."

He smiled calmly and said, "Since you think I'm no match for you, what are you waiting for?" Hearing this, Master couldn't help but be furious. As Master of dignified Sword Ancestry, he had never been so angry. "You're courting death!" As soon as he finished speaking, Master flew toward Lucas again. Master's speed was extremely fast. In an instant, he was in front of Lucas. He had pulled out the sharp sword behind him and stabbed toward Lucas. Looking at the sword, Lucas couldn't help shaking his head secretly. He thought why Master of Sword Ancestry just didn't understand his words.

The fat man said, adding quickly, "and two of the young lord's friends as well" The Lord nodded and then dismissed the guard. "My son likes to claim to be the best sword in this part of the land, and though there is some sort of truth to this, it is not the whole truth." The Lord said, not talking to anyone in particular. " We are a small nation, and other than myself, my son's mentor, and my son himself, we have no Blade masters of renown." "That was until today" The Lord said, a smile crossing his face. "You may call me Lord Jetir, what name do you go by young blade master?"

Zen was the only one using it for some reason. Believing that the game developer did not make a mistake, Zen looked at the piece of firewood in front of him and unsheathed the sword with uncertainty. As an avid gamer, he was often influenced by the culture of game storylines. In the games that worshipped the way of the sword, Zen knew that they could sometimes be philosophical. One quote that an NPC grandmaster mentioned in a filler conversation option stuck with Zen. “In the hands of a master, anything can be a sword.”

Master Damien got to the boundary where his warriors were clearing out their attackers. He looked on to that the attackers had reduced in number and many of them were laying on the floor dead. The ones remaining are few in number while none of Master Damien's warriors got scratched. Master Damien smiled, quite impressed at his warriors strength but he wasn't going to waste anymore time there. He climbed down from his horse, slide out the two swords and started matching towards their attackers who in return charged at him in a rush.

The Master pulls back when we hear a laugh as Finn says, “Go get a room, we don’t need to see that…” We are both breathing heavily. The Master leans forward just a little and extends his arm in front of him. I then feel him being tugged and a grunt behind me. I turn in the Master's arms and watch as Finn brushes the grass off his boxers. He steps forward, stopping within an inch of me as the Master wouldn’t let him any closer and he says, “You are one fast little minx, aren’t you?”