Leo looked at a sleek… long, glinting katana, the blade arcing with impossible elegance, its curve as sharp and graceful.
The sword's steel flickered with hints of blue and crimson, as if veins of magic pulsed inside. Its hilt was wrapped in blood-red thread, the pattern both regal and ancient, and gold ornaments rested beneath the wrappings, swirling with runes he did not recognise.
Such a gorgeous sword… it seemed more suited for a king's treasure vault than a battlefield.
His fingers traced its sharp tip.
"Careful, it's very sharp," Essa warned, her voice suddenly serious. She watched Leo with intent eyes, her gaze never leaving his awestruck face.
Raphael blinked, "Was this the reason you trained him on a wooden sword?"
Essa nodded, "When he fought before, the reason he lost was that his old sword was only capable of fighting against normal humans. Not monsters. Not magical creatures."
Azrael frowned, "So you're telling me this one… could handle them?"
