Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Mako Nakagawa raised her Flame Blade high, as if concentrating all the power of heaven and earth into a single point, preparing to unleash a fiery strike capable of altering fate. Her eyes burned crimson like blood, filled with rage that seemed ready to obliterate everything in her path. The crowd around her held their breath, the envoys and guards of both nations fell silent, all aware that when this blade fell, it would bring about an irreversible disaster.
In that moment, just as the flames were about to descend, a figure emerged from the distant fire and smoke. He wore a simple straw hat and a cloak dusted with grime, appearing as though he stood apart from the chaos. His steps were calm and measured, each one steady and resolute, contrasting sharply with the tense atmosphere of the battlefield.
"Who is that?" a guard murmured softly, confusion and astonishment evident in his eyes.
The man paid no heed to the gazes upon him, continuing to walk slowly toward the center of the battlefield. The flames illuminated his hat, casting a clear yet mysterious outline of his figure. Just as Mako Nakagawa's blade was about to fall, he suddenly accelerated, transforming into a fleeting shadow that appeared before her in an instant.
"What!?" Eastern Man exclaimed, hardly believing his eyes.
Mako Nakagawa's blade, infused with devastating fiery energy, swung fiercely toward the newcomer. It was a strike powerful enough to tear the earth apart; flames danced wildly, distorting the air around them. Yet the man merely tilted his body slightly, his sword moving gracefully like flowing water.
"Clang!" A crisp sound of metal colliding echoed through the battlefield as if time itself had frozen. The man's blade shimmered with an icy blue light, resembling a cold moonbeam that effortlessly blocked the terrifying strike. The flames were held at bay by the edge of his sword, and the surging energy dissipated into the air without effect.
"Impossible!" Mako Nakagawa's pupils widened slightly in disbelief. Her flames should have been unstoppable; yet this ordinary figure had completely neutralized her power as if it were a drop of water merging into a lake.
The man's hat lowered slightly, obscuring his expression but revealing a faint smirk. His Azure Blade glowed with an eerie light, seemingly reminding everyone that his strength should not be underestimated.
The entire battlefield fell silent except for the sound of wind and the faint crackle of dissipating flames. Everyone held their breath, watching this mysterious figure who had suddenly intervened.
Mako Nakagawa's roar was deafening as she swung her Flame Blade like rolling thunder. She poured all her anger and strength into each strike, wildly attacking the man before her. Each slash cut through the air with a piercing whoosh, like flames slicing through space itself, threatening to tear apart heaven and earth.
However, the man before her moved like a leaf floating in a tempest, effortlessly sidestepping every lethal attack. His movements were fluid and graceful, almost rhythmic; each step seemed to predict Mako Nakagawa's strikes perfectly, always managing to evade her deadly blade by mere moments.
Flames danced wildly around him, yet strangely, they seemed to lose their ferocity in the presence of his aura, shrinking back and swirling helplessly without daring to touch his body. This spectacle left the onlookers dumbfounded, many rubbing their eyes in disbelief at what they were witnessing.
Mako Nakagawa's blade swung faster and faster, reaching a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye. With each strike, flames blazed intensely along the edge of her sword, resembling ravenous fire dragons sweeping in with a destructive force. Her attacks were not only powerful but also infused with an uncontrollable ferocity, disregarding the strain on her body. Each slash caused the ground to crack from the heat, sending waves of heat and dust into the air.
"Why!?" Mako Nakagawa roared, her voice laced with anger and confusion. How could this man evade her attacks so effortlessly at such close range? Why did her flames have no effect on him?
Yet the man remained silent, still not drawing his weapon. His movements were as fluid as water, his steps so light that they barely made a sound. Each dodge was executed with pinpoint precision. His cloak billowed with his motions, and beneath his hat, his face was shrouded in shadow, revealing only a cold silhouette and a pair of indifferent eyes.
As Mako Nakagawa's blade grew more frenzied, the temperature in the area soared to suffocating levels. Onlookers in the distance felt the scorching heat approaching and began to retreat. However, the man stood firm before her, unmoved by the chaos around him. He resembled an eternal mountain; no matter how fiercely the flames roared, they could not shake his presence.
With every swing of Mako Nakagawa's blade, it felt as though she was battling against the air itself, while that man effortlessly neutralized her rage and fury with an unflinching demeanor.
Mako Nakagawa's roar was like a raging storm that shook the entire battlefield. The flames surrounding her grew even more intense, causing the air around her to tremble under immense pressure. Energy rippled from her core outward like cracks in the earth. As her fury escalated, energy surged within her like an endless torrent, seemingly poised to unleash a cataclysmic explosion at any moment.
The man ceased his evasive maneuvers. Standing tall, he slowly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his movements calm as water yet imbued with undeniable resolve. He lifted his head; beneath his hat, those cold eyes glimmered in the dim light. In that instant, an indescribable Killing Intent erupted from him like an unfathomable chasm, enveloping the entire space.
This Killing Intent was both chilling and heavy, carrying a silent pressure that seemed to freeze time itself. The guards recoiled in terror; some even faltered and fell to their knees. Even the most seasoned soldiers on the battlefield felt breathless under its weight, their hands trembling involuntarily around their weapons.
Even in her frenzied state, Mako Nakagawa was struck by this Killing Intent. Her body suddenly froze; her eyes—once filled with boundless rage—briefly revealed a hint of confusion as if some invisible force had forcibly subdued her.
In the next moment, a blade of cold light flashed like a shooting star. It came without warning, so fast that its trajectory was nearly impossible to track; all one could see was a streak of pale blue light slicing through space. In that instant, the roar of flames was severed, and the raging energy was cut off mid-surge as if everything in existence bowed beneath that blade's brilliance.
Mako Nakagawa staggered; the flames that had once burned fiercely around her quickly dissipated with the vanishing light of the blade, transforming into feeble wisps of Qing Yan. Her gaze gradually lost focus as her body seemed to lose all support and fell heavily toward the ground.
The battlefield fell into silence once more, everyone stood frozen in place, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. The man simply sheathed his sword and remained standing, his robes gently swaying in the wind, as if the strike he had just executed was nothing more than an ordinary blow.
Comment 0 Comment Count