My whole body tensed as I swung down.This was my thirty second weapon, and it didn't seem to fair any better than the others.Each weapon had its pros and cons. The swords were good for versatility with decent range, but the skill required to use them properly was not at all expected.In fact I got beaten so hard while using the Rapier that I considered playing dead. That was until Goblin picked me and tossed me a new weapon.The shields and long range weapons were in the same boat. They were useful, not hard to get acquainted with and helped me hold on a lot longer. Minding the obvious fact of a lack in versatility, I simply didn't want to have my main weapon be a shield, nor a bow and arrow.I was knocked away once more, and the next second the thirty third weapon was already flying towards me. I caught it and grasped it firmly.Looking down, I was confused."Another sword?" I called out.Goblin paused his lunge."Look at it closer idiot!" He shouted.I gave the weapon in my hand another look. It really looked no different than a sword. Its hit was straight like that of a pole but that didn't seem too odd. And the blade itself was also cylindrical in shape but again, nothing crazy."What am I supposed to be seeing?" I yelled back.He slapped his forehead in frustration before walking over towards me."It's called a toothpick." He stated, now standing next to me."A toothpick? Really? What am I supposed to do? Clean my teeth?"He let out an unimpressed scoff."Very funny. It's called a toothpick because it's shaped like one. And also because the real name isn't nearly as easy to remember. The pick is a blend of a sword and spear, perfect for stabbing. It takes the skill issues of the sword and the handling issues of the spear and basically gets rid of them."He walked several meters away."Again!" He roared, lunging out once more. I spun back instinctively, dropping to the ground as my pick sliced outward in a wide arc. The blade whistled through the air, aiming to cleave through the space where my opponent stood. But in a blur of motion, he vaulted over my outstretched arm, flipping gracefully before slamming his staff down toward me.The impact cracked the earth just as I rolled away, narrowly avoiding the blow. Dirt kicked up in my wake as I surged back to my feet, muscles tensing with the effort.With a burst of speed, I lunged forward, driving the pick towards his chest, determined to land a solid strike. But Goblin was faster than I, much faster. His right arm shot out, catching the pick mid-thrust. In a single, brutal motion, he swung his staff into my chest.The force drove the breath from my lungs, a sharp pain blooming through my ribs as I staggered back. But I didn't let go. With a desperate twist, I caught the head of his staff between my arm and chest, leveraging my body to spin behind him.I tightened my grip, locking his arms as I threw him over my shoulder. We both crashed to the ground, the impact reverberating through my bones. For a brief moment, I thought I had him. But Goblin wasn't going to give me a win that easily With a grunt of effort, he freed his arms and kicked me off, sending me skidding across the ground. I scrambled back to my feet, breathing heavily, muscles aching from the relentless exchange. We stood facing each other, locked in a tense standoff, the air between us thick with anticipation. My hands tightened around the pick, both knuckles white as I readied for his next move. Without warning, he darted forward, his staff nowhere to be seen. A faint green aura pulsed around his body as he slammed into me, his speed blurring his form. I barely had time to react. I swung the pick between us, using it as a barrier, straining to push him back. His raw strength made my arms tremble under the pressure. With a desperate shove, I managed to sidestep, quickly pivoting to regain my stance. The moment he wavered, I seized my chance, jabbing the pick toward him as he struggled to regain his balance. But Goblin was relentless. He spun on his heels to face me, eyes gleaming with determination. To keep momentum, I dove forward, rolling low to the ground and maneuvering myself behind him. He turned to meet me. In one swift motion, I rose to one knee, the point of the pick resting lightly against his throat. Panting heavily, I grinned through the exhaustion. "W-who's the idiot now?" I taunted between ragged breaths. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt the rush of victory wash over me. Even if he wasn't using his full strength, I had managed to outmaneuver him. Slowly, I stood, the pick still pointed firmly at his throat. This weapon felt like an extension of my body—light, responsive, deadly. It was everything I needed. "Alright, fine," Goblin sighed, raising his arms in mock surrender. "The idiot… is still you!" Before I could even register the shift, his elbow crashed into my forearm with brutal precision, forcing the pick from my grip.I gasped as it clattered uselessly to the ground. In a heartbeat, Goblin retrieved his staff, twirling it expertly as he launched into a vicious counterattack. The first jab connected with my skull, sending stars exploding through my vision. His second strike hit my chest with such force that my ribs screamed in protest, and before I could even process the pain, his staff struck low—straight into my groin. The world blurred as the final blow crashed into my head, launching me through the air. My body hit the rubble hard, the debris biting into my skin as I lay there, utterly spent. My limbs were limp, each breath a struggle as the weight of exhaustion pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket. I wanted to get up. I wanted to fight, to win. But my body refused to obey, every muscle drained of the energy needed to continue. All I could do was lie there, letting the dust settle around me, my chest heaving as I slowly waited for my strength to return. Eventually, Goblin came over and took a piece of rubble next to me."Do I have to pay for this?" I asked weakly."Nah they'll just deduct it from your next paycheck." Not even an ounce of tiredness could be heard from him.'Well then, there goes my next ten paychecks.'"On the bright side." He turned to me and smiled, tossing the pick at me once more. "You found your weapon."I barely caught it, only a centimeter away from my left eye. Even holding the weapon felt right.I stared at it, a smile plastered on my face."So what's it really called?" I questioned."A Weaver."…"Say that again Goblin.""A Weaver." He repeated, his voice coated in confusion."So you mean to tell me." I struggled while pushing myself out of my pile of debris. "That complicated name no one could remember, has the same amount of syllables and also less letters, than the more commonly used name.""Yeah?" He stated, as if I was the one acting strange."Got it." I decided to drop the matter entirely. This conversation clearly wasn't going to lead me anywhere."Anyway." Goblin started, standing up and wiping the dust off of him. "Now that you have your weapon, let's awaken your typing."⥁We'd returned to our room after I was able to walk again, and I sat crisscross on the floor as Goblin rummaged under his bed to find something."Remind me one more time, why you couldn't help me with this before beating me up for an hour?" I asked."Well for starters. Even if you awaken your typing, you don't have the time, talent or skill to master any part of your abilities before your next fight, and that's of course only if you end up with something useful." He called out from under his bed. "And secondly, it's never a bad idea to have a backup.""Also I was still mad at you for losing my money." He added quickly.It was a tad bit frustrating being used for something that wasn't even entirely my fault, but Goblin wasn't the person or the thing to blame currently.'Infra did you know about this?'