"The sword of a broken soul cannot be repaired, but it can be restored. You can recover it in the water of truth later. It's just like time has passed by throwing away a wasted thing...." As he said it, his face looked like it bore a lot of misclassification in his life, then he resumed his words, "... It won't be able to be played back but it can be reused to work on something useful."
Since when did this Elf race become this wise?
And, from the very beginning, the people who were here knew that, there was nothing fast that beat the speed of light.
"Your metal can't fight the speed of light. Therefore Anko, use this time that makes your opportunity to recover the sword from your broken soul!"
Finally the time to practice Anko's so useless because it takes care of this desire and lust.
