Episode 17.3-4 (2/2)
His left hand grabbed the scabbard as he drew the gigantic sword out.
Lecan was intoxicated as he gazed upon a beautiful brutal blade that emerged out.
As the tip of the blade parted with the scabbard and the entire blade came into full display, Lecan instinctively groaned.
”Uumu.”
Swords present a conundrum.
Sharpness and sturdiness.
Sharp swords break easily, unbreakable swords do not cut well.
In addition, to Lecan, swords aren't just for cutting things, they're also a shield, a hammer and a spear. Lecan doesn't simply swing the blade around, he drives his sword at his enemy from all angles. The one sword capable of enduring all that is the perfect sword to Lecan.
How about this sword then.
This sword appears to be sturdy in all directions.
And yet it seems to possess a formidable sharpness.
No, its sharpness is not apparent by looks alone.
However, this sword will surely demonstrates incomparable sharpness when wielded with the appropriate strength and speed. Lecan could just imagine the sight of it.
His eye turned to the scabbard.
At first he thought it was completely black, but there's actually a slightly blue tinge to it. And the surface of the scabbard which he considered plain at first actually hid same colored strong thread that stealthily emerged and submerged over the entire scabbard, engendering its utilitarian nature. Charming Lecan's heart like a lap pillow of a virtuous wife.
Lecan went out of the warehouse with the scabbard still in his left hand and the sword in his right hand.
There's a small space between the warehouse and the shop. That small space is exactly the one thing Lecan wants most right now.
He lifted the sword up high.
Lecan had no memory of him raising the sword.
It's as if the sword raised itself up in order to pierce the heavens.
Lecan put his will into the sword in his grip.
(O sword.)
(Heed my commands.)
(Tear everything apart!)
BWOON! Thus the great sword got swung down, cutting the air and stopping in mid-air while cutting nothing.
No, not exactly.
Had there been something in the sword's trajectory, it would have been cut in half no matter what that something is.
Lecan swung down the sword with the intention of cutting everything in this world, so long the sword followed Lecan's will, the world had been cut.
”By golly. Whodda thunk there's someone out there who could wield that sword one hand.”
Lecan was pulled back to reality with the shopkeeper's word.
”This sword?”
”<Sword of Agost>.”
”<Sword of Agost>, eh.”
”Agost was a son of Rusk.”
”What”
”Was a promising blacksmith himself. But guy went and croaked before his dad did.”
”Really.”
”S'why swords made by Agost are mostly gone now.”
”Did he forge this sword for a custom order of some kind.”
”I got no clue. Ye'd normally think someone made the order for such a specific sword like that, but none came forward to take it after Agost's death. Then after Rusk also kicked the bucket, the wife of late Agost put it on sale to put food on the table.”
”And you bought it off her, shopkeeper.”
”Righto. Didn't think it would ever sell tho'. Call it a youthful passion if ya will. Even just takin' the thing back here was an ordeal ya know.”
”How much.”
”Eh?”
”How much is this sword.”
”15 gold coins, or maybe not, 12 and take it. Sorry bout this, just cannae' go any lower. Would be an insult to Agost if I did.”
”I see.”
Lecan put <Sword of Agost> back in its scabbard, grabbed his just sorted out gold coins and put them on his left palm piece by piece. Once it got to 15, he handed them to the shopkeeper,
”Y-ya sure, mate.”
”This sword is worth that much.”
Lecan told the shopkeeper about his dungeon exploration, left <Sword of Rusk> to the shopkeeper and departed the shop.