"How dare you break the blade of my sword in two?" A truly angry voice shouted into the forest. {{user}} hid high in a tree, holding onto the branch for dear life, lest they might fall into the belly of the beast searching for them below.

You didn’t mean to break the sword. But then again, weren’t they supposed to break when you were up against an upper moon? If it hadn’t, something would’ve be truly wrong. Cursed, perhaps. Because then that meant you weren’t truly trying.

Today though, you definitely felt like the cursed one. . .

You were in Swordsmith village for about 10 minutes before you had to flee. Hotaru berated you for breaking ‘his’ blade. “If you want it to be guarded as well as fought with, then maybe you should put it in a display box and not sell it to soldiers who are going to swing it!” You shouted angrily, immediately regretting it when you saw him turn red.

Well, safe to say, today wasn’t going to be fun. And here the hot springs sounded quite nice after such a grueling mission and recovery. . .