The broadsword was a natural ritual implement. It could cleave Yin Souls and make them keep their distance.
To us, it was undoubtedly a rare treasure.
But rare as it was, it wasn't ours. It belonged to someone else.
Yet the veteran said he wanted to give it to us.
"You... you want to give it to us?" I was a little hesitant to accept it.
After all, it was something very special to the veteran, something with commemorative value.
"Why did we use these things back then?"
The veteran gazed at the broadsword and said with emotion, "We were poor back then, terribly poor, and our equipment was outdated. We had to use cold weapons to kill the enemy. But things are different now. We're strong now, and no one dares invade us. Even if some bastard dared, we wouldn't need this anymore. We've got plenty of good weapons."
"Just because it can't go onto the battlefield anymore doesn't mean it's useless. Since it's useful to you, let it protect the people who ought to be protected in another way."
The veteran's words moved us.
Seventh Master often said we didn't understand the convictions of the people back then. Now I was beginning to get a sense of them.
The people back then all cared about the world and its people.
Even when they grew old, they still hoped to do something for the people. Perhaps that was the selflessness of the older generation.
We chatted with the veteran for quite a while before saying goodbye.
After we left the residential complex, Song Xiaotian swung the sword up and down, having the time of his life.
I was a little speechless. "Go on, keep playing. If a patrol officer sees you, they'll confiscate it as a restricted blade."
Song