The Woman Warrior の小説・ストーリー

His gut was telling him that something was wrong with that woman, and his gut feeling never failed him, not even once. “She’s not an ordinary woman. She was built for war.” He said. He stepped forward and move to stand in front of Marana. “You think so?” she asked him. Her eyes were still closed as she massaged her temple. “The muscles in her arms looked strong. She may look so feminine but I can see that she was a trained warrior. Her moves say so. When she dropped on the floor, I saw how her hand moved fast to prevent her from hurting. She had the reflexes of a warrior.”

another said, shaking his head with a laugh. “Surrender now, give us your flags. Neither of you have to get hurt,” A woman said, folding her arms across her chest. She was tall and slender, but she had muscles. Her hair was styled short, and she had warrior markings on her face, making her look almost exotic. I hadn’t encountered her yet, but I could tell she was probably a capable fighter. I only stared at her, silently daring her to come at me. I folded my arms across my chest, raising my brows. I looked at Tabby who was equally amused, but trying hard to show it on her face.

another man called out. Alexander had been sparring with Bashir. They both had not heard the commotion as they were both too engrossed in their practise. It was only when Alexander heard the cries of a woman nearby. He stared at Bashir strangely, causing Bashir to stop his sword mid air. He walked closely to where the sobs came from. They sounded too familiar. His eyes turned almost black as he saw a warrior holding his crying unwilling wife. What on earth was Fareeda doing here and crying? He looked around for Abdul or Haider and cane up with nothing. “Unhand her this minute.” Alexander commanded, his voice coming out as hard as steel causing the warrior to instantly release her. The same t

Steven notices this and sets down his pencil. “Something wrong?” he asks. I gnaw on my lip before answering. “Do you really think a woman can’t be a warrior?” Steven sits back in his seat. He scratches the underside of his chin. He looks incredibly uncomfortable. “Well,” he starts. “Historically, there’s never been a reason to have one. Women were always as less strong than men. Statistically, it’s true with about only thirty-percent of women being able to compete on the same level as normal men.” He cocks his head. “Warriors are the top tier men, amassing one-point-seven-eight-percent of our population. So to be a woman warrior, you’d have to be in the top point-oh-five-percent of all women

she exaggerated the MAN part most likely in reference to the fact that I’m a woman training to be a warrior as if it were a manly thing to do, even though tons of women in every pack trained as warriors. I stopped and turned around and casually walked toward her "Are you taking the piss Zara out of every woman warrior that’s out there? hmm?" She just stood there with her nose scrunched up as if looking down her nose at me… So, I decided to test her arrogance "If you think Women warriors are men then how about I grab a few of them and you can insult them to their faces". I got closer so my face was only a few inches away from hers. "Don't you DARE go thinking your better than a woman warrior

I stepped forward, and she placed her hand gently on my head before smiling at me. “You have lovely children,” she remarked, glancing at them. Elara, Bodhi, and Gina stepped forward, sweetly introducing themselves just as I had taught them. “I’ve got you gifts,” said the old woman, Lady Riva. She was known for fighting in the wars and was the only female warrior who had stayed active throughout the years. From what I knew, no other woman had taken part in the wars, which made Lady Riva an epitome of strength. “Oh, you didn’t have to. They already have so many toys,” I said, feeling a bit awkward as her warriors carried the gifts forward.

Some women whispered in agreement. "I am Luciana Archenbow. A Queen of nations and species alike. But today I stand before you as an optimist. Someone who had never dreamt that a day would come in which women would be treated with all the respect they deserve." Another wave of murmurs crossed the crowd as they realized who I was. Some faces held shock. "In this war of mine, men had been of vital importance to me. They lay down their lives in order to cease the void between species. Yet I had long since learnt that a woman fights for more than just cause." I glanced over my shoulder at Sonja. The woman stood forward proudly.

One charged him with a spear, and Boris simply grabbed the shaft with his jaws and yanked, disarming the man before sinking his fangs into his throat. Another tried to flee, but Boris pounced, dragging him back and slamming him to the ground. His fur was soaked in blood, eyes wild with the ecstasy of vengeance. To my right, the scarred warrior woman who led my father’s loyalists slashed her way through a group of enemy archers, her curved blade a blur. Each stroke sent limbs flying. She moved like death itself, precise and merciless. A young enemy soldier fell to his knees in front of me, sobbing, barely more than a boy.

I couldn’t seem to peal my eyes away from my mate as I watched him run through a few warmup exercises as the rest of his warriors filtered onto the field. The shrill sound of a whistle breaking through the silent morning air finally allowed me to tear my eyes away from him. I scanned the group as they lined up for their group warmup, my eyes catching sight of a lone she-wolf among the men. ‘Interesting’. Raina purred at the sight of her. She looked like an amazon, her long brown hair pulled back into a high pony, her tank top and shorts revealing coiled muscles along the length of her entire body. I hoped she would perform well, I wanted her for my crash course into assassin techniques. Wome

Every breakthrough she achieved was a slap in the face of this world. Every battle she fought was a new declaration: "A woman is not a shadow in a man's story." As her spiritual energy continued to rise, the world slowly realized... Far too late... That the most dangerous person beneath the heavens Was not an emperor... But a woman. A fierce cultivation story. A powerful heroine who never breaks. Sects, betrayal, and wars for supremacy. The rise of a woman toward the peak of the world. "If this world refuses to acknowledge the strength of women... then I will force it to kneel."