A great general sat in my small forging room. This was the third time I'd heated the furnace for Palebreak. "…
A great general sat in my small forging room.
This was the third time I'd heated the furnace for Palebreak. "General, how many battles have you fought with it? How many lives has it claimed?"
The general shook his head. "I don't remember."
It has 'eaten' many people. The white parts are stained black, the black parts show gray scars. But this is a sword, that's what swords are for.
I placed the red-hot blade on the anvil, finally filling the forging room with sound. One hammer strike to smooth the wrinkles on the people's brows, one strike to shatter the enemies' bones. Amidst the flying sparks, the general looked at his old companion, his eyes as clear as they were when he was seventeen.
Now that you're a general, people scramble to offer you divine weapons. Why spend so much money and effort repairing Palebreak?
As long as it's in my hand, it's the best sword in the world. As long as you're alive, Palebreak has its final courage. I will use Palebreak to kill enemies, reclaim land, and traverse Hexi.
I struck Palebreak hard. "Palebreak, Palebreak, I'm just a swordsmith, I don't understand his words. But you must, right?"
The general took Palebreak and left at night. Before he left, he told me to live a long life, wait for the day he brings dawn to Hexi.