The man cut the little three down, the shape was slowly changing into a sword.

Yes the sword in front of him.

The man finished crafting it into a sword, and then he gave it to someone!

A warrior!

The warrior took good care of the sword, they fought a lot of countless unknown creatures of darkness.

Some are tentacle-like creatures, some are mighty strong beings and even there are vampires and werewolves...

The warrior is searching for something, but jomel had no way of knowing it.

He just continues to look at it, the man was crying!

He screamed at the top of his lungs!

"God, I believe you are still there!.. please guide me..!"

After that...

The warrior died of old age, he passed it to someone.

Jomel doesn't know if it's his son, but the warrior whispered something to the child.

Jomel again doesn't know anything about it, if he is his son, disciple, etc. he just continued watching.

The sword was used again by the new warrior, it was still strong.

So strong!

He also did what the first warrior did to the sword, accompany each other on fighting creatures that have unknown shapes and strength.

He also questioned God!

Of where he is but he is also devoted!

He won a lot of fights, but with time, he began to come of age.

Becoming an old man, he also did what the first wielder did to the sword.

Pass it down from generation to generation.

The cycle continued about 48, times!

A brave new wielder of the sword was facing something, it was a wielder of a black sword!

Jomel can feel the anger of the sword, towards the wielder of the black sword!

The wielder of the black sword dresses like a pirate, Vikings to make it short.

He had a lot of minions and at last, he is not killed, the warrior was so angry but he never found the wielded of it.

The sword reacted weirdly to the black sword!

Jomel watched for more, time passes by the wielder of the sword from generation to next-generation fought again with black sword wielders.

A never-ending battle.

Sometimes the wielders are samurais, ninja, horsemen, and soldiers.

They keep clashing with each other.

Sometimes, the one that produced Plant-Type energy won a fight.

Sometimes the wielder of the Black Sword, the two couldn't separate but cannot be together.

It's like a love and hate relationship.

Until the world was shrouded with darkness, this time the darkness ate the whole surface of the planet.

The two wielders of the sword stopped seeing each other.

This sword was taken somewhere underground.

Hundred years passed by.

Thousand.

Hundred thousand.

Million.

Millions and then...

Hundred of millions.

The sword was so lonely.

And here he is, the place.

It was here.

Where Jomel is standing.

Jomel realized that this is the story of the sword. The lonely sword, he carcasses it.

Yes, Jomel wanted to feel it more.

Jomel caressed the sword that was on his hand that and he noticed that this is still sharp even to the passage of time.

This is a top-tier sword, he can feel the feeling of the sword.

Not Average.

Not Intermediate!

A top-tier Soul-Weapon!

Jomel felt that the sword was longing for battle..?

A battle where it can fight to its limit because jomel felt it too but there is more and it is different.

The longing for the other one was stronger!

The loneliness for staying a hundred of millions of years and doing nothing.

Looking for battle..?

Just really looking for battle?

Was it?

Jomel wants to try something, it can't look for battle if it likes fighting that much, it could've released some brawler aura.

So the answer is...

No!

Jomel holds it to his handle, slowly... some green aura was trying to spread to his body.

He can smell the aroma of the plant energy, it was so good, lie he was embraced by a very warm but fragrant furry animal.

So satisfying,

But it can only reach his shoulder, the true feeling of the sword is.

Longing for a companion!

The excitement it felt was elt by Jomel too, it was very lonely like a kid who is looking for his parents.

It was crying and very lonely, but it has high hope.

But still, it can't help but feel so lonely, Jomel is surprised that even a soul like this sword can feel loneliness.

A moment later...

Jomel binds it to one of his Soul-Space and then successfully did it.

It was on the part of his right arm, his left arm doesn't have any Soul-Space from it.

There is a spirit on the sword, a spirit that he never knows! but that is not much of a problem.

All the Soul-Weapon have a soul if they don't have it. then it won't be able to stay on a Tamers Soul-Space.

Even the Average ones like the ghost sword he had in the past had Souls in them.

He can feel it deep within his soul, the power of the sword.

He is feeling like he was loved by nature itself, it was embracing him.

His very being.

He swung it to the side of his, and away from the wolf.

SVOOVVV!!

It produces an air blade made of green color, it was a Plant type energy.

SWACCKK

It cuts through the little flowers, but jomel only hits the top and only hits some of it.

Jomel was so happy and never thought that this thing can produce something like this.

Completely different from the ghost's swords, if it was in humanity he is sure that this is a gonna be big news!

A Complete Soul-Weapon!

And his favorite a...

SWORD!

He didn't need to use Special moves, he already has a range of attacks.

Special moves are special moves, not a normal move just like jomels Extreme Swordplay.

He would become an expert to the limit in an hour if he uses that technique, and unlike this sword.

This move from the sword has no limit.

He is ecstacy ad bliss to what he is feeling.

WHIMPER

WHIMPER

The metallic wolf in front of him whimpered.

Jomel completely forgot about this one.