Jayden who was leaning behind him was just as shocked as he was looking at such a blade, and he could not really blame her…
In all his years of living in this dojo, he had never seen such a weapon.
It was a jet-black, long, sharp katana that gleamed with the ferocity of a dragon. The purple aura it gave off was mouth-watering, runic symbols of seemingly unknown origin and the figure of a demonic dragon engraved on both the red, paper-strapped hilt that had a black gem embedded into it and the blade itself that looked like it was able to cut down damn near anything in its path.
The sheath that was to its side completely matched the elegant aesthetic with the same markings and engravings as the sword, although it seemed to be perfectly concealable and not too flashy.
