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"... Failure huh… I kind of understand why you said that."
Dale stared at the spear before passing his finger through the edge, he could feel its sharpness and that if he applied even a bit of force, his finger would end up cut.
'This isn't half-bad...'
'When I was younger, my grandfather showed me the Obsidian knife he made on his own, he always shows it to me whenever I go to visit him.'
'It kind of felt like this.'
He grabbed the shaft and tried to bend it, but of course, he failed even after he used his entire power.
With a smile, he put the spear back on the counter and said:
"Even so… I think this is a good spear."
"Enough to be proud of, as most could only dream of working with such materials, much less actually accomplishing something with them."
'I actually don't know about that, but why not say a few good words and gain some Reputation?'
