Leaving the village, he decides to train a little to get used to his daggers before attacking.

  He goes to an open grass area near the village and begins moving them around.

  He thinks back to the moves he had done in the game and how others used daggers when he confronted them.

  He begins moving around, but he trips on his own feet, falling on his face.

  -This is gonna be hard.

  He picks himself up and practices very quickly to get a basic understanding of the dagger from how it’s used in the game he used to play.

  For the past 5 hours, he would start off basic with his stabs and slashes.

  Then he would run around while slashing to make sure he could keep his balance while doing so, slashing at different levels of force.

  He would leave the village for the time being and run into a different forest to practice jumping on trees.

  He believed this would be most beneficial to him.

  If he could jump on trees, it would make everything so much easier, especially for someone his size, he could push himself to opponents to move faster and get around easier in a crowded environment.

  This would go on for over 10 hours.

  It wasn't perfect but it was a start, he managed to get some of it down.

  I’m not going to sleep tonight.

  I need to get this down.

  I need that skill and weapon.

  His motivation was clear, he would continue with this training.

  Earlier during the same time, Dulward was inside the house, upset at Ningetsu for sending a young boy to die.

  Ningetsu on the other hand was indifferent to what she had done.

  She sat in silence, her eyes closed.

  She opened her eyes, got up, and walked inside the house.

  “Father, remember you have to create arrows for the dwarves. Tomorrow is the raid against the ogres.”

  “-yeah, I know.”

  [Skill Activate: The Living Forge]

  A rack of lots of silver swords comes out of both of her large sleeves as she T-poses.

  She shakes all the swords in the rack, causing them to fall.

  She pulls the racks back in and begins picking up the swords, placing them on the nearby kitchen table.

  “Why are you so adamant about creating the arrows, Father? I could just make them on the spot.”

  He stopped making the metal arrow for a moment before turning around.

  “Well, because then what am I here for? I’m a blacksmith, if I don’t do my one job, I don’t have anything. I dedicated my life to this, so relying on you to make everything not only devalues my job as a blacksmith but makes me a horrible parent for putting such a job on you.”

  “I’m a weapon spirit; it is why I was created.”

  “Sign. The reason you are born should not be your purpose unless YOU want it to be.”

  “...isn’t it easier to just accept the role given to you?”

  “-do you enjoy making weapons for others who request it?”

  She was confused by this question; she thought that was very obvious.

  “No, I don’t.”

  “There you go.”

  Dulward goes back to working on the arrows, leaving Ningetsu to ponder to herself.

  What is he talking about?

  She leaves the house to walk around the village.

  She watches as other dwarves prepare armor for themselves and each other for tomorrow.

  Their sweat, blood, and tears bet on this armor to save their lives against these monsters.

  She thought back to when she first came into the world.

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  It just happened suddenly, one moment she didn’t exist, next moment, poof, she was here.

  She was in a crate, and she heard the sounds of horses running, wheels turning, and baggage moving.

  She only had a small source of light, the hole in the crate.

  Fear had overtaken her. She didn't know where she was, why she was here, or what was to happen to her.

  She fell asleep in the box only to be violently woken up by the crate being opened and dragged out.

  Her looks remained the same as she would in the present, but she was naked.

  She saw the men staring down at her, and fear filled her mind.

  Who were these men?

  Why were they doing this?

  She wanted to run but she wasn't familiar with how to use her feet at this point.

  She couldn’t really remember what those men looked like; all she could remember were their silhouettes.

  “A spirit weapon? What a rarity!”

  A man crouched down to her, looking her dead in her eyes.

  “What kind of weapon are you?”

  “-w-what?”

  He grabbed her hand and channeled his mana into her.

  “W-WHAT ARE YOU-!?”

  Her body began to change, morphing into a jet-black sword that had an eye at the bottom of the blade, near the guard.

  “Cool. Let's try using her.”

  She was floating in an endless void, a mirror right next to her.

  Looking through it, she saw the outside world through the eye on herself as the weapon.

  She felt the flesh touch her body as the man used her to cut goblins down.

  “Alright, let's see what you’re made of.”

  Channeling mana into his hand, he activates his art

  [Art: 10 Cuts]

  Multiple replicas of her weapon self appear and stab the goblins in front of them.

  “-huh? That’s not how my art works? So, this thing can just make more weapons. That’s boring.”

  His friends agreed with him, expecting something much more powerful.

  His ally approached him from behind.

  “Another spirit weapon was in the crates! Leave that one here.”

  Listening to his friend, he stabbed her into the ground and left her inside that cave.

  She didn’t want them to leave but didn’t know words thus she couldn’t say anything that would signal them to come back.

  After 10 minutes of being a sword, she transformed back into her human form.

  She tried to stand and mimic her captors but she failed multiple times.

  For 2 months, she would spend it trying to stand up and once she does, she traverses the cave, desiring a way out, until she found one and freedom she finally had.

  Her first breath of fresh air in two months, the wind blowing against her face, making her feel free and alive.

  She wanders with no destination in mind, hoping to find someone, anyone.

  She was spotted by 3 soldiers who quickly approached her as well.

  She didn’t remember their faces either, only the silver and gold armor they wore and the horses they rode, which were also equipped with armor.

  She also believed they would take her, but it would end up the same as before.

  The men realize she’s a spirit weapon; they test her and abandon her for her supposed uselessness.

  This has happened over and over for the past 5 years.

  Nothing changing.

  She became cold and indifferent.

  She learned to speak but saw no point.

  She learned to smile but saw no point.

  She learned to be human but saw no point.

  She wore the uniform that she now wears in the present, her sleeves much smaller, however.

  She intended to live in solitude until Sir Dulward approached her.

  “You okay miss? Feeling down?”

  “...”

  “I can tell you’re upset with that kind of face. Come with me, I know a place.”

  She followed him, believing the cycle would repeat once again, not caring anymore.

  Expecting a cold creature turned out to be a humble adult with a lot of life experience.

  He listened to her story after she built the courage to speak once again, and he sympathized with her.

  Something no other person or creature had done up until now.

  She showed him her skill and he loved it, something others thought useless.

  Revealing himself as a blacksmith, he told her about his love for swords and other tools and wanted her to join him in the village.

  He believed she would fit right in.

  She could only cry in his arms, grateful to him for finally giving her a purpose in life, to finally be accepted for what she has.

  Up until the present, she helped the dwarves create better weapons, gave them better tools, and helped them against the ogres that invaded the village.

  She hated those bastards for trying to destroy the one place that gave her a reason to live.

  She would do anything to get rid of them and adventurers were always useless in killing them when she put the request on the board.

  Now in the present day, she walks back home, the sky now filled with the bright stars and the illuminating moon.

  She jumps to the roof of her house and lays down, afraid of what’s to come tomorrow.

  She knows injuries or even death may occur and that frightens her the most.

  She could only hope everything goes according to plan.

  “What are you doing up here?”

  Ningetsu turns her head to see Dulward climbing to the roof.

  “Can’t sleep?”

  “-no.”

  “Well, you should. Tomorrow is going to be a big day. No doubt casualties will happen.”

  These words only increased her anxiety.

  She knew he was right but still hoped at most, only injuries would occur.

  These people were like her family, she finally had a reason to live, a purpose and it could all be taken away in a single day.

  “I know you’re scared of losing some allies, but don’t let that distract you from the fact they are very aware they may lose their lives yet they still march forward, me included.”

  “...just, don’t die, okay?”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t promise that.”

  She looked down, knowing her father was right.

  “Let's go inside, okay?”

  “-yeah.”