Karto's POV
I stepped into my new home, it had neutral walls which I didn't care for. The living room had a fireplace, a hanging flat screen TV, two black chairs and a sofa to match.
"Wow this is inviting, now where is the kitchen?" I spoke out loud. I was looking around mapping the house out in my mind. The kitchen was a bit on the small side, there was two bathrooms one on the first and second floor. There was four bedrooms on the second floor all furnished for a family. The basement was deep and it was open which would be perfect for my personal training.
I picked on of the smaller rooms and tossed my bags on the bed.
The orientation at 5 and it was currently 3. I had time to kill. I opened my bags and put my clothes in the closet and dresser drawers. Then I remembered that I had almost forgotten the most important possession I had; a blue steel broad-sword with the words, 'Karto's Wolf Claws'.
I moved swiftly down the stairs and found it resting against the wall. I unsheathed the blade and admired it's blueish shine. I have had it since I could remember. My foster parents never like the idea of my having it. So we had made an agreement, it would stay in my room and never leave the house until I was on my own. Now it was time for it to be used in my training.
I smiled, "I can finally get you out of that musty old sheath."
I heard a very faint voice, so faint I could hear or guess what it said. I put a finger in my ear and shrugged, "Must be hearing things again."
I sheathed the sword and stepped out to the back yard to practice with my sword.