The Lazy Swordmaster Novels & Stories

Namjoo burst out laughing when she heard Yuna, “He’s far from scrawny. You must not be able to tell since he isn’t as big as the warriors of our nation. He is very strong. He may look like a clumsy weakling, but he’s far from it. He tends to be clumsy in real life, but he changes into a different person the instant he lays his hand on a sword or weapon. He is the renowned Weapon Master Chong.” Namjoo continued to explain, “He’s a commoner that has been bestowed the title of Weapon Master throughout the nation. He just isn’t good at advertising. Most don’t know his appearance because his usual appearance looks small compared to the normal man. He is known for his speed and quick lightning lik

Swordmad had promised to accept a disciple who would have some unusual circumstances around him. The Mysterious Expert said that his future disciple would be a kid who used to be a bookworm who never trained. However, he would suddenly become crazy at training and would ask Swordmad to be his master even though he never wielded a sword before. Swordmad didn't believe that such a kid could appear, but he promised to take him as a disciple if someone like that appeared. The kid who fulfilled all the conditions was Golden. At the start, Swordmad became shocked when he heard about a kid who was almost like the one the Mysterious Expert depicted had appeared in the clan.

He fell to his knees. "I won't give up," he said after a break. "I'm waiting," Sasaki had a grin on his face. Yamato got up. Lunged, again, like a novice. Sasaki knelt. His sword ripped into Yamato's waist. It was over. Yamato fell to the ground face first. "I told it would be over soon. And so died, Yamato the sword master," Sasaki laughed. "I wonder. What the other sword masters are like? Only one way to find out, for sure! Onward."

This excellent man had no idea that I and Henry had only lasted so long because of my abilities. But a saint of the sword? What is that title, and how does it qualify for such a title? Selena, the Sword Master, is a name I've heard of. Is it the same thing? "Hey, kid, I don't typically say things like this, but you two seem special, so I'll say a few words here." “Kamish...my name isn't important to remember, but my title is the Sword Saint, which I hope you remember well. Maybe study it a little further when you leave here."

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.

“The only thing I fear the most is about to be eliminated by you, General.” He squats down, reaching for the solid blood that has formed a sword. The sword of oath. An oath of blood. It easily detaches from the dents as he lifts it before my face. Without sharp edges, it will cut nothing. Yet, it wasn’t meant to cut. It was made to seal. The sword looks matte—of pure blood—and does not grasp light, not like there is one in the Labyrinth anyway. As the King shuffles closer, I move backward. That is how scared I have become, of myself.

Steven put his arm around her shoulders and he said to her a little disappointed, "All these books have a special fighting technique that allows any warrior who absord it to use an element. The symbol that you see on the cover identifies the element that the fighting technique uses, and as you can see those that use wind, water and earth are the cheapest because they are the easiest to master. Then there are those that allow you to use the elements of fire and lightning and finally the most expensive are combinations of different elements." Cassy nodded and asked him curiously, "If you don't have flames, how do you use an element?" Steven winked at her and said, "That's why these books are s

This one was impatient, he would try to attack first and his movements would be sloppy. So I waited. I let them surround me as they slowly continued to circle. My swords limp at my sides while I watched. My waiting finally ended when one of them lunged at me, his sword aiming straight for me chest. Casually and with quick fluid motion, I side stepped and slashed at my assailant's knees, dropping him as blood spurted from my inflicted wounds. He cried out, trying to stab me in retaliation. But to his dismay, I smacked his sword out of the way with one blade while skillfully slitting his throat with the other. He grabbed at his throat, trying to breath as he fell to his knees. He gasped in ago

He was in a complete posture to fight as he extends his sword just an inch to take the daydreamer boy out of his thought train, Noah smirked saying, "A minute ago you were a crying mess and now oh-am-brave play, you're an awesome actor." Lucious narrowed his eyes on him, and with pure seriousness oozing out, he said "Windy is not only for act its a real sword and trust me it can slice you better than any chef and give me a single reason why I shouldn't kill you and throw your body to my dogs?" Noah couldn't hold his chuckle anymore as he said, "Because first, I am a Royal of Anchancia, sire Selves' son. I am Noah Hilda Selves Xinlin."

Or those that mean. Reap System: Your disciples treat you like a Sect Master already. With all those you have branded in the Empire as sleeper agents and passed those few manuals to, it fits. Actually, if you announce yourself as a Sect Master more rewards will pour in from quest completion. The Traitor Sword needs to go to someone who is loyal to you completely. Not the current Followers. Someone you can plant the seeds of loyalty with out using the branding fully. 'Bah! Hard work and thinking!' Ren thought. He missed the end of Five's fight. But he knew the boy would win already. 'Not passing the BRand on.. you must be joking?'