Luke was startled by the sudden roar. He had no idea what would happen if he pulled out that thing.
He was always treated like garbage, yes, but he had never been threatened before, as he had never accomplished anything like this before this point.
Just as Luke was having a mental breakdown, he heard a voice in his head.
"Hey kid, you are in deep shit for pulling out the great me from that stone. If you want to survive, don't act like a hero. Just stay here until your big brother comes to rescue you."
Luke was flabbergasted by the sudden voice in his mind. He looked at the sword in his hand and asked in surprise,
"Are you the sword talking to me?"
"Of course I am, you idiot. How can you not recognize the voice of the great me?" the voice scolded him.
"Please forgive me, sir, for not recognizing you," Luke immediately apologized. He was a very humble person; at least life had made him humble.
