"What is that...?"
Opening his eyes, it was already early morning. No one else had woken up yet. An Jing subconsciously wanted to grasp something, and the broken sword materialized from the void in response to his will, appearing in his hand, clutched tightly.
By the time he realized what had happened, his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
The broken sword hummed softly. An Jing's gaze fell, and he muttered to himself, "Subdue Demons... Subdue Evil... Are these your names?"
"I don't remember."
The Sword Spirit spoke in a calm voice, "I am broken, and remember very little. Not only are there gaps, but there are many contradictions and conflicts."
"...Why did you choose me?"
"The other children didn't have such strong curiosity and initiative. They would have been afraid, they would have forgotten."
The Sword Spirit chuckled, "But you were not, so I reminded you, to keep you from dying too soon."
