"What is this...?"
"I'm lending it to you. If you win, it's yours. Consider it a welcome gift for joining the team."
Wild Wolf said it casually as he held the sword out to me.
I reached out without thinking and took the scabbard. For an instant, countless images seemed to flash through my mind. Every one of them
was blurry, but the impression I got was that
this sword... had been wielded by me?
I paused for a moment, then drew the sword without thinking.
"Clang!"
The clear ring of the blade echoed in my ears. That familiar feeling made me even more suspicious of Wild Wolf...
He had to know me!
I raised my hand and looked at the sword. It was very simple: a blooming chrysanthemum was engraved on one side of the blade, and on the other
were four characters.
"Kiku Ichimonji?"
The polished blade showed that it had been well cared for. The faint temper lines were striking, too. My face was reflected in
the blade, wearing
a confused expression...
Why did this sword feel so familiar to me?
I tried swinging it a couple of times. The blade was perfectly balanced and easy to wield, and I was very satisfied with its flexibility and sharpness.
There were a few small marks on the blade, though. They'd been repaired, but faint traces remained. Clearly, this sword had seen countless
battles. Otherwise, it wouldn't bear those signs of combat.
"Yeah, keep it. This was originally..."
Wild Wolf seemed about to say more, but suddenly fell silent and looked toward Wei Ping, who was approaching in the distance.
"Wild Wolf, you actually gave her this sword?"
Wei Ping sounded confused as she looked at Wild Wolf, as if she couldn't understand him.
"I can give it to