4 2 I Can Fly (1/2)

Okay, let's see what's going on around here first.

First of all, I have a place like an old ruin. There is no roof, it exists on a large plain. From a distance, it might look like a larger fountain.

I was sticking a treasure sword in the pedestal set in the center of it. Is that it? Is it a legendary martial arts position, given to the object you arrive at? Although there is no sense of dungeon around.

I can't turn around because of the pedestal, so I can't recognize what's behind it. But as far as I could see, there was no high tree, only a plain of bushes and shrubs. If you gaze, some shadows move from time to time in the distance. Is it an animal?

”I don't see any children.”

Can't you move on your own?

No, seriously, there must have been some mindfulness in your skills. Could you possibly move with this?

”Mmm.”

Concentrate. Mindfulness.

Then my body felt much lighter. I have the feeling that my body is slightly off the pedestal. Taking care of that feeling, I thought of the image of the sword flying through the sky.

”Ooh! We're floating!

Imagine, you're free to go. Leaving the pedestal, I moved swiftly around the air.

”I Can Fly!”

I don't get much speed, but this is enough for now. Turns out you can move around on your own.

I moved around the perimeter of the pedestal. After all, it looks like a ruin. It was originally organized in brown blocks like bricks, I guess. But because of years of exposure to wind and snow, the colors are dark and the moss covers everything.

It's about 20 meters in diameter.

”Who the hell made it? I know you're my producer... '

Does this mean I've been left alone for quite some time?

When I say rebirth to the sword, there's no way the sword is born ogre from nothing. There must be someone who made my body. Well, if it wasn't for the flesh degenerating into a sword in some kind of accident, though.

I suppose that producer would be the primary candidate for the user, but if the producer was already dead, the possibility would disappear.

But my body, the sword itself, has no moss or dust attached to it. It's like they plugged it in here yesterday.

I was thinking a lot while observing the area and my body ran uncomfortable.

'... that?

Something, I'm tired... The feeling of losing power strikes the body of the sword.

And fell.

”Seriously!

I desperately try to use caution, but I don't respond at all. The height is estimated to be 10 meters.