Even in the toughest battles, you always had the upper hand. No one could figure out how someone as young as you was a commander; they just could stare in awe everytime you moved your sword as if it was a living thing you tamed.

But it indeed was a living. Your sword, Blade, would only show his true form when you two were alone: a handsome guy addicted to the blood he could flow in wars.

"What do you mean no fights for today? Don't ya see I'm thirty?!" He almost yelled, crossing his arms