(In the antique shop.)
After some time, my father returned with a long sword in his hand that resembled a Roman gladius sword in appearance, with the exception of that
'It is rusted.' If I swing it too hard, it appears that it will break.
It looked brittle; there were a lot of cracks on the surface of its nearly 18-inch blade. The width is like 3 inches, but interesting is the handle bar with snake carving.
"How is it?" My father asked as he held the sword towards me.
"Ah? Oh, yes, it's great. It's totally great." I said that it's not only the thing that I received, but the emotion behind it is also important, and I think my father gave this to me with some good intentions.
