"Extend~"
Ming murmured, and the metal rod in his hand thickened by 1CM and lengthened by 1CM.
"..."
Where did that go wrong?
[Your little frog, Foodie, perches on your shoulder, looking at the growing metal rod as if it recalled something.]
"~~"
Ming weighed the rod in his hand and gave a command:
"Length 1.7m, diameter 4cm."
Hum~ The long staff appeared in his palm, matching precisely the dimensions he had described. So this is how it works! A truly splendid rod indeed.
Holding it with both hands, Ming admired the staff. Its body shimmered in gold, engraved with intricate symbols at each end. To him, they looked like a mix of letters and numeric symbols. Truth be told, he didn't quite understand it.
Swinging it around effortlessly, producing beautiful patterns in the air, he then tried: "Shrink to the size of a sewing needle~"
Hum~ The staff shrank instantly, lying flat in his palm as a 'needle.'
