Ming stood alone in his study after Zhai helped him wear his full battle gear. He wore his spherical bronze helmet on his head with his hair tied like a pony's tail underneath. A breastplate made of five layers of Rhino hide was on his chest while a gray leather tunic covered his breast and groin inside.
"Bless me, Master," Ming whispered, recalling the day his mentor gave him these items after getting the top scorer award. He then picked the sword from the table and in one rapid pull, the sword emitted a sharp, clear, ringing sound as it came out from its scabbard.
"Verth," he said, feeling the power reverberating through his body. He slashed the one and a half pounds thin sword on the air and satisfaction filled him as he listened to its tinging.
