''Soul...'' Ichiro murmured and took a deep look at the spear, which seemed to be more... beautiful than before.
When he was concentrating, he could know what spear was desiring and currently... It was wishing to get stronger.
''Stronger... Me too...'' Ichiro raised the spear and did a small horizontal slash and instantly widened his shock in awe, pain, and shock.
When he was slashing, it was like the spear sucked all the strength from his arm to do as strong slash as possible. Doing a weak slash was out of the question because the spear's pride couldn't afford to be weak!
Ichiro's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the spear. If he was done even a little bit stronger slash, he is afraid that his body can't handle it.
Veins popped up in his muscular arms, and they were screaming in pain as the spear used every strength available in Ichiro's body to send that terrifying slash.
