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As I saw the old man laughing and seemingly enjoying our conversation, he quickly became more serious again, looking back at me.
"Sylphy."
"Hm?"
"Before I go, I must pass on my techniques. I think you should be the one to inherit them."
"Ah… Huh? Me?! Why me?! Don't you have like over ten other sons, and grandsons?"
"Nobody is qualified for it. I've tested them before, I've seen how their carry their lives, how they fight… Nobody has a talent for a sword like you."
"Seriously? Even those that have lived for thousands of years?"
