"And spoil the fun? Of course not." The master spoke like a child proud of his prank. "By the way, you should go take a shower, son. I can barely breathe with you so close."
"I'm going to go take a shower, I just need to confirm something before I leave. How's my Tachi, has it been fixed yet?" Ash asked anxiously. He remembered throwing his weapon away to get rid of Loke's short swords, but he didn't find him after waking up.
Ash felt naked and insecure without a weapon to defend himself, so he hoped the clan master had retrieved the weapon and ordered it repaired.
"About that, the blade of your tachi was badly damaged and broke while the blacksmiths were trying to repair it. I thought about getting a new sword as a replacement and to commemorate your victory, but I had a better idea."
"Give me some of your feathers and I'll order the clan's runesmiths to make you a unique weapon, rather than something generic and mass-made like your old tachi." The clan master spoke.
