After finishing my breakfast, my mother reminded me that my school starts in two hours and that I should take a shower and get dressed. I couldn't help but remember my old life, where I had to rush to school every day and my mother would always shout at me to hurry up in the shower. It was refreshing to be able to take my time and not feel the pressure of being late.
After my mother handed me the box with my father's sword, I felt a mix of emotions. It was a beautiful box, with intricate designs and patterns all over it, but it was what was inside that made it truly special. As I took the box with me to the bathroom, I couldn't help but think about my old life, and the memories that were flooding back to me.
I remembered my old routine, where I would have to hurry up in the shower and rush to get ready for school. It was refreshing to take my time and relax, but at the same time, it made me miss my old life. I couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to get back to my old world.
As I stepped into the shower, the memories of this world's Yamiru with his father flooded my mind. I saw a memory of the two of them riding some sort of animal that I had never seen before. It was a beautiful sight, and I could feel the joy that they both shared. As I saw more and more memories, tears started to fall down my face.
But as I wiped them away, I realized that they weren't my tears. Could it be the tears of my old self? It was a strange thought, but it made sense in a way. It was as if my memories of my old life were merging with my memories of this world.
After I finished my shower, I dried off and got dressed. As I opened the box, I saw the sword for the first time. It was a beautiful sword, with a sharp edge and a polished handle. I could see the craftsmanship that went into making it, and it was clear that my father had taken great care of it.
My mother told me that my father had disappeared a year ago, and had left the sword behind. She thought it would be best if I held onto it, and I agreed. As I held the sword in my hand, I felt a sense of pride and responsibility.
I remembered the memories that had flooded my mind earlier, and I realized that this sword was a part of my father. It was something that he had cherished, and now it was my turn to take care of it.
Suddenly I hear a voice, a raspy deep voice saying "So sentimental, are you? You never really change do you?"
What on earth?! I look around to see where that voice is coming from and I don't see where it's coming from. Why is there a voice suddenly in my head? Could this be some sort of magic or something?!
"You don't have to look around because I'm in your mind, well I'm practically soul bound to you." The voice explains to me in a sarcastic manner.
Am I going crazy now?! Why are there suddenly voices in my head?! Is this the product of being far away from home in such a short amount of time? Have I seriously gone mad from all the things that happened to me?! I start to panic and slap my face to wake myself up from the hallucination.
"You're not going crazy I assure you. You literally just opened me a few seconds ago. Don't tell me you got memory lost already, and here I thought I was the old one here." The voice snickered, making me pucker my eyebrow.
"Who are you? Why are you in my head." Yamiru asked the voice.
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I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could there be a voice in my head? Was I going crazy? I tried to shake it off, but the voice continued to speak.
"Who am I? Well, that's a complicated question. Let's just say that I'm something you found in that box your mother gave you."
I looked down at the box in my hand, and suddenly everything clicked. The memories that flooded my mind earlier, the tears that weren't mine, and now this voice. It all seemed to be connected to the sword inside the box.
"The sword...you're the sword?" I asked, feeling like I was losing my mind.
"Wow, you're a quick one," the voice replied sarcastically. "Yes, I am the sword. And you, my dear Yamiru, are now my wielder."
I felt a shiver run down my spine. I had never been interested in weapons, and the idea of being bound to one was unsettling. But then again, I had always been a curious person, and the voice in my head was too intriguing to ignore.
"So, what does this mean? What am I supposed to do?" I asked, looking down at the box again.
"Well, for starters, you can take me out of this box and give me a proper look," the voice replied. "Being cooped up in this box for such a long time just makes you really bored, you know?
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was a good idea. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the box. Inside, nestled in velvet, was a beautiful sword. The hilt was decorated with intricate patterns, and the blade shimmered in the light.
As soon as I touched the hilt, the voice in my head spoke up again. "Ah, that's better. It's been a while since I've been held by someone other than your father."
Who knew that a weapon can actually talk?! Some sort of living sword?! Now this is something you don't see every day!