Oh, it was a named blade. But what's with this Child of Time stuff...? Was it because of his foreign origin? The system clearly knew about him, then. With blessings being a thing, Damian didn't quite know how far he could trust it.
It had some kind of consciousness, though. It wasn't just his opinion; many scholars had concluded that the way the system named things and knew the happenings and truths of the world showed it to be, at the very least, somewhat sentient. Most attributed this to a sign of their gods and moved on. But were the two connected—or completely separate things?
Well, the situation had turned out better than expected. That much would have to do for now. The third class was about to begin in five minutes. Damian washed up, picked up the still-napping Toph, and hurried to class.
