The gleaming blade was covered in cracks. It looked as if it would fall apart with the slightest tap.
"No way. They're actually displaying this kind of shoddy product?"
The joy Fang Cheng had felt at defeating Kamikawa Takumi vanished without a trace.
This piece of junk would be less useful than a toilet plunger for unclogging a toilet.
Fang Cheng slid the sword back into its sheath and was about to go out and ask the old man about it when Kamikawa Takumi, sitting on the steps outside, suddenly spoke.
"No need to ask. This divine sword was damaged the last time it was lent to the Countermeasure Department, and that's why it's in this condition. But there's enough spiritual power left in it for you to use it one more time."
Fang Cheng looked at him in surprise. "Who are you, exactly?"
Kamikawa Takumi had recovered from his defeat. He lifted his head and held out a hand to Fang Cheng. "I'm Fujiwara Takumi."
Fang Cheng gazed at him, then reached out and shook his hand. "I'm Ito Makoto."
They looked at each other and smiled, as if they'd become friends through fighting.
Kamikawa Takumi pointed at the Ahegao T-shirt Fang Cheng was wearing. "Are you a fan of God's Pen too?"
Fang Cheng pointed at the identical shirt he was wearing. "I didn't expect us to have the same taste. You bet I'm a fan of God's Pen. Too bad I've never managed to get my hands on one of his signed works."
Kamikawa Takumi hadn't expected this guy to be a fan of his, too. Smiling, he said, "That's easy. I've got quite a collection at home. I'll give you a few books later."
Since they were both fans, Fang Cheng didn't stand on ceremony. "Then