“I want you to have a look at this”

“Sure, it will takes me around 15 minutes. Is there anything you want me to do specific to this sword?”

“No, just do the overall check”

“Got it”

After the conversation, I take the sword, bring it to my crafttable. Have been doing this since I was only 10, I’ve seen a lot of weapons, some even came from some dangerous dungeons like Terra or Welle, but this is the first time of my life I have this strange feeling. As if this sword has a soul inside it, and my body shivered because of that thought. If that’s true, then I’m may facing either a S-ranker, or a damn killer.

“Have you finished it?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s just getting old. What do you want me to do with that?”

“I don’t know, just do your job, I’ll come back three days later for it” the strange man then disappear, and if there’s not a sword right in my hand, along with a gold coin, I really might think it was just a dream. But, anyway, this is the sign for me, to start training again. Otherwise, I would not know when will my death be.