Teacher felt a surge of protective mana ripple through his crystalline core. He wasn't just a weapon; he was her guardian, her mentor, and her only family in a world that saw her as a monster. He recalled the moment of his reincarnation—the confusion of being a sword stuck in a pedestal, waiting for someone to claim him. He had expected a legendary hero. Instead, he got a starving girl with a heart of tempered glass. It was the best bargain he’d ever made.
"If they come," Teacher promised, his blade glowing with a faint, reassuring blue light, "we’ll show them why you don't hunt a Black Cat who carries a God-Slaying Sword." Tensei shitara Ken Deshita - 11.1080.mp4
"Teacher," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the campfire. Teacher felt a surge of protective mana ripple
"The blue cats," she said, her eyes narrowing. "They are close." He had expected a legendary hero
Fran didn't move. She looked at her reflection in the flat of his blade. A year ago, she was a slave with broken spirit and matted fur. Now, she was a Black Cat who had evolved through fire and steel.
Should we continue the story with a against the Blue Cats, or focus on a quiet moment of training between them?
"I’m here, Fran," his voice echoed in her mind, steady and warm. "Rest. Tomorrow we hit the border."