a sword that long was obviously more than just impressive, it was practically taller than the man that owned it—it looked old and used, but it was still in a perfect condition to slice up whatever needed.

A soft smirk was always plastered on the man’s lips whenever he was spotted around lately. The blade was pulled out of the ground, dirt flying off of it as he raised it up to the sky, just before beginning to put it back, a sinister smirk on the man’s lips.