"So… you can speak," I said, stunned and feeling slightly awkward at talking to a piece of metal.
I received a reply, which was both expected and unexpected.
"Yes."
"But, you're a sword."
"Yes.
"How is that possible…" I asked.
"I'm not just a sword, I'm a Sword Spirit. Beings like us, gain sentience after living long enough, you just weren't strong enough to listen to my words."
"Huh… seems pretty interesting, I guess you can help in the upcoming fight then." I said.
"I'll be of use to you until I no longer am. It is my promise to the Poison God." The sword spoke.
"So you know the poison god?" I asked.
"I am one of many of his creations…"
I thought for a moment before I said, "How is that even possible, I found you in a random hut in a long forgotten weapon storage of a pretty common sect. You weren't that special, how come you say you belong to the Poison God."
"Who said that it was you who found me, and not the other way around." The sword replied.
