Since what weapon I chose seemed to matter, I wanted to take my time. Thanks to True Hero’s weapon proficiency boosts, I had a general understanding of most weapons. I was like a well-established musician who understood music and the chords intimately. They could pick up any instrument and be able to play it to a certain extent, certainly better than someone with no musical training. It’s different from Hero and Swordsman’s sword proficiencies, which allowed very specific knowledge about swordplay.
Since Hero had given me sword proficiency, I had always leaned on that. It was the weapon I was skilled at using. Just because I could pick up other weapons and generally understand how to use them didn’t mean they’d be as smooth as the weapon I was experienced with. I would require a lot of practice to get acclimated to another weapon. However, this seemed like a perfect time to make that jump.
My girls had all left Chalm to go out in the world and learn to become self-sufficient. They didn’t want to depend on my harem and party boosting skills to be able to protect me. They wanted to become powerful in their own rights. This dedication inspired me to do the same. I wanted to become strong enough to protect my girls without relying on their strength. Not all of the women around me were powerful fighters either. Faeyna and Eliana wouldn’t be able to fight this battle. I’m the one who had to do it.
So, I wanted to settle on the weapon I would be using for the future. That would… honestly be a sword. I already had used a sword up until now, and it didn’t make sense switching to anything else. However, just looking at the sword section, I saw swords coming in hundreds of shapes and sizes. If this was the sword that I wanted to use from now on, then it had to be one that I was most comfortable with.
First, I felt that I needed a two-handed blade. I wasn’t nearly elegant enough to manage a single hand. However, those came in many sizes too. There were claymores, longswords, sabers, and even swords in shapes I couldn’t even guess. Some swords had no sharp edge at all, only depending on a pointed tip, while other swords were one-sided. Some could slash, and some could stab. Some were curved, and some looked more like a chainsaw of blades.
As hurried as I felt, I took my time walking past each weapon. A few I picked up and considered, but they never quite felt right. Some felt too small and delicate. Others felt too weak and uncomfortable. That was when my eyes landed on a sword. As soon as I looked at it, I couldn’t look away. It was a large sword. I supposed they called it a greatsword. It was double-edged and pointy, with a large hilt. It was nearly six-feet tall, almost as tall as me.
Generally, I would have considered using a blade that long to be ridiculous. However, the blade seemed to be pulling at me. It was like we belonged together. I reached out to grab the sword, but I was still a foot away when the sword itself leaped off the rack and into my hand. At this point, the little girl was standing at the entrance, waiting for me to finish.
As the blade reached my hand, I heard a whisper near my ear. “Deek?”
It was a voice I was very familiar with. I looked around the room, but I didn’t see her anywhere close.
“A-Alysia?”
“What is that?” The little girl asked.
“N-nothing!” I spoke out loud to the little girl.
For some reason, I had an intense feeling like I didn’t want her to know about Alysia’s presence. I couldn’t say what it was, but I didn’t think Alysia was supposed to be here. The guide seemed to accept that and went back to tapping her foot.
“Okay, where are you? Why can’t I see you?” I whispered.
“I… don’t know. It’s dark. I just… I felt it when you were close, so I jumped toward you. I can feel your hand. The warmth… it’s nice.”
I looked down at my hand, and in that hand was the sword. What was going on in this dungeon?
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