Zoro Armament Haki Novels & Stories

Ezekiel's longbow had clear color and along with the clear color, fire and water droplets were scattered. Maximo had a pure black long sword, however, when you look closer, his name was embedded in it and with every swing he makes, fire came out of the sword. The tip of the sword was also pointy. Sirene had two thin swords on her hands and it has beautiful designs embedded in them. Every swing she makes, a yellow glow came out of her swords, and the wind was strangely following her sword, Also, fire came out of her two thin swords that made the wind hotter. Hector had the same size as Maximo's sword. This time, it was pure white and a strange design that matched the sword was embedded in it.

It made me feel powerful. I heard a snick behind me and turned, only to see Hakan unsheathing a small curved dagger. I knew he carried guns, but I had no idea he also had a dagger on him. It was a pretty dagger, there was a scorpion engraved on the black hilt, while the blade itself was a shiny silver. I wonder how many lives he had taken with the blade. My question must have been written on my face, because he replied to me.

Its bio-armor rippled as a third bone spike loaded into its forearm chamber. It was ten feet away. Point-blank range. Baraka didn't have the energy to dodge again. He didn't have the strength to redirect the force. So he didn't. Baraka roared, a primal, ragged sound of pure, unadulterated human willpower overriding biological failure. He threw himself forward, launching his body directly at the barrel of the Hound’s organic cannon. The Hound fired. The bone spike erupted. But because Baraka had closed the distance to zero, the spike didn't have the space to build terminal velocity. It struck Baraka squarely in the left shoulder, punching cleanly through the flesh and muscle, pinning his arm

Rogan bellowed. The heavy oak doors of the armory groaned open. Victor didn't come out shifting. He didn't come out roaring. He wore a black tactical vest, carbon-fiber plates, and a pair of combat boots. In his hands, he carried something the pack hadn't seen in generations. A custom-built compound bow, the limbs matte black, the string a high-tension weave of silver wire. On his thigh sat a combat knife, the blade coated in a dull, matte-grey finish.

ZARA (AUTHOR POV) “Then gear up, Mrs. Vance,” he said, his voice dropping to that dark, commanding tone she loved. “Tonight… we end this.” Zara didn’t waste a second. She turned and walked straight to the armory. This wasn’t the scared girl who used to flinch at loud noises anymore. Her movements were sharp, precise, and filled with purpose. She strapped on the tactical vest Adrian had custom-made for her—lightweight but bulletproof. She slid a handgun into the holster at her hip, checked the magazine, and secured it. Then, she strapped a knife to her thigh, just like Adrian taught her.

It will make him the most powerful and feared sin-eater in the world. He reached with his trembling fingers, with his sneaky plan in motion in is head. He had trained with the samurai’s in Japan. Zac will not even notice that he is sliced with his own blade. When he was able to touch the handle, Harvey pulled it away from his grasp. Feeling victorious, he slashed it into air, grinning like a champion. “You fool! You think that---what is happening to my arm?” “You are burning, you are the fool here. You are not worthy to wield the bolt.” Zachary took back the bolt from his slowly burning arm. The fires slowly licking his flesh like it was made of paper. Harvey was in pain and he was screaming

Just then, suddenly a Wyvern was hurtling towards them and was about to swing its tail to attack them, but Zaha with an incredible speed had swung his sleeve at the Wyvern. STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB! SPLAAAAT! Harriet's eyes widened as she saw the Wyvern that was hurtling towards them had suddenly exploded into small pieces of flesh that fell to the ground. “What did you just do…?” asked Harriet quietly. Zaha shrugged his shoulders, answering sadly. “I used my acupuncture needles and coated them with my aura, then threw them at the weak spots I saw on the Wyvern's body and detonated them…”

Zoro himself had absolute confidence in his own strength. Even when Kaze just killed six of his expert fighters with a stool, his confidence remained unwavering. Kaze smiled. “Just cut to the chase and get on with it. It’s almost time to eat. I’ll go get something to fill my stomach after I kill you.” “Then you shall die!” Zoro bellowed. He stood from his couch. As he got up on his feet, his torso shook, tearing the tight singlet to pieces and revealing his bulging and explosive muscles.

The grand hall is the highest point in the whole of Boki's temple and believed to be built in the middle. It stood tall on layers of bricks and stones over twenty metres off the ground. It was mostly used for training sessions. I was sure no one would be in it taking the steps two are a time I hurry to the spacious hall the doors were open wide, empty like I expected. Looking through the wooden windows I spot pa's silver robe, he was heading towards the forest he suddenly stops scanning his environment certained no one followed him he vanished

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A