Greatsword: Madness Is Beauty

[Claymore Fanfiction / Thrilling Battles / Not Yuri / No CP]

Teresa of the Faint Smile. Cassandra, the Dust Eater. Isley, the Silver King. Priscilla.

When an ordinary soul, long asleep, opened her eyes, she saw a field of bones piled before the world's highest throne... and the names of several mighty warriors.

Instead of frightening her, the sight awakened her competitive spirit. Since she had a half-yoma body, she would keep running until it rotted away, vowing to burn every yoma in the world to ash.

The nameless sword fiend hefted her own greatsword and made her vow.

No pain, no matter how great the hardships or obstacles, could stop her from moving forward.

"If you call that a sword, it's far too big. If you call it a tombstone, it's far too thin," she said.

I couldn't find any Claymore fanfiction I liked, so I decided to write some myself! That's how this story came to be.

Note: The author may not remember every detail of the setting correctly, or may differ from the original. Consider those changes shifts in the threads of fate (⊙▽⊙)