"If they come," Teacher promised, his blade glowing with a faint, reassuring blue light, "we’ll show them why you don't hunt a Black Cat who carries a God-Slaying Sword."
"I’m here, Fran," his voice echoed in her mind, steady and warm. "Rest. Tomorrow we hit the border." Tensei shitara Ken Deshita - 11.1080.mp4
Inside the sword, the soul of the man once known only as a salaryman shifted. He couldn't feel the wind, but through Fran, he felt everything. He felt her resolve, her lingering hunger, and the way her pulse slowed as she polished his edge with a scrap of monster-hide. "If they come," Teacher promised, his blade glowing
"Teacher," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the campfire. He couldn't feel the wind, but through Fran,
Fran nodded, hugged the hilt to her chest, and finally closed her eyes. In the silence of the forest, the sword stood watch, a silent sentinel glowing against the dark, waiting for the dawn of their next level.
Fran didn't move. She looked at her reflection in the flat of his blade. A year ago, she was a slave with broken spirit and matted fur. Now, she was a Black Cat who had evolved through fire and steel.