Marcus moved through the dense foliage of Silvermist Valley, his blade cutting through low-hanging branches that blocked his path. Each swing brought a twinge of guilt - this wasn't what his faithful weapon was meant for. "I'm sorry," he silently communicated to his sword, watching as another branch fell away. "When I reach B-rank, I'll find you an upgrade stone. You deserve better than being used as a glorified gardening tool."
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