Where am I? There's grass, dirt, sunlight, and clear skies. Am I going to the field? No, wait, wait. There are trees, okay, so a forest, wait. How did I get here? Yeah, I got nothing. I can't move my leg, and there's a blade where my leg should be. Wait was I always a sword I can't seem to recall the more I think about it. The more I feel like something's not right here. There are countless amounts of information, and I don't recall when it required them. The deeper I dig the more I feel like there was something really important that i was supposed to be doing. But when I quest,ion it what kind of business would a sword be, doiito it's can't move right? I try to push the subject a bit more, but before I can get anywhere, or rather, a large guy comes in from between the trees, he spots me sitting in the clearing, more like stuck in the clearing, and grabs me by the head and drags me off by my blade. Guess I want tgo on a o field trip. After half an hour of walking. He's walking more, dragging for me. We reach outwith a wagon with no roof. A bunch of sca,ttered,ydoor-damagedamaged blays laid in the bed of the wagon while a rlarge-nosed nosed mawaswho is clearly balding at the top was hailinwagon'swagons horses. The man tossed me in with the others, and they set off towards the city.
Okay. It's been about 3 days since I got here. So fa,r what I've gathered is this information that I'm carrying is memories that I can't associatewitho myself. Apparently, the guy who took me, who owns a weapon shop, took me apart well to a degree. Turns out I'm not actually a sword. I don't know what I am, but from what I've gathered, I'm at the sort itself, but along the wide hills of the sword, there is a jewel-like thing embedded in the core. The man took it out and assessed it when I tried to get a good look at it. Flexion of a shield hanging on the wall. I noe was a small crack along the back of it. If my whole being is apparently the cologicalit's more logthely to say that that piece that's missing m,ight be my identity or at least the part of me that associates all these memories I have. So if I find that piece of me, I should be able to recall myself and therefore remember what it is. I'm forgettin,g but I can't really do that as a swordthato is very much a mobile. I've tried to moke multiple ti,mes nothing's happen,ing but another interesting thing. The body that's my choru.s currently housing is a ra,ther fascinating one. The hilt is made of bronze with triangular steel p,ieces embedded into both the electric right side, resembling monstrous teeth. My jewel goes all thollowed-outgh the ,hollowed out center, and it would appear that the missing pieremovedjewe taken out so that they could wedge in the part of the sword that the warrior holds. So in theory, if I want to find my missing piece, I'd want to locate my craftsma. Itn sounds easy enough. I guess if I can only get out of here.
Okay, it's been about a month. This place sucks. I've been trapped in a barrel for a while now., Worst of all the bargain barrel. I'm worth one silver o,rwhichen coppers that really has got to hurt my pride. P,lus all the other swords in this barrel aren't nearly as good as I. am Tell me they were arres,ted and some of them have chip blades. The only reason I'mthate is because my corecrackng aacked in on ,the top half and if someone ever t,ook me apart they'd see that. Plus I guess the parts that make up my sword may be an inferior quality as well. What's a sword got to do to get some good representatio? around here. Another thing I've been tryi,ng and trying but no one is able to hear me. I've alsotriedo talking to the other sword, buts none of the swords seem to be capable of holding up a conve,rsation. Yeah I can understand a good majority of what everyone else is saying. The shopkeepers are always complaining that not enough people stop by despite how well he sets up his shop. He's got a barrel in the cornerinhere I'm at of the shop. There ao openicano that people can come in and out. quote-on-quotef his quote on quote. Finer wares and weapons dis,played on ,the walls yet again another, insult to my pride and his guard is just standing in front of the back door ,to the storage ar,ea if I had to wait jerk. The reason why people don't stop bthatcause he only sells weapons and also The two of them don't exactly look like the friendliest shopkeepers in the world, so of course no one's going to bother to stop by unless they're really itching for some knock-off weapons In my opinion, who would want to buy a 3000 gold bastard sword? Well I go on my ranch about how stupid the shop is an interesting girl with pigtails stopped by the store cuz we're going to button up shirt her . Here very torn and her boots are rather muddied so she's been on it long hike to this town He's my guess she starts going on and on about how she's looking for a nice durable sword she can use " business" which means that she's trying to murder someone. Obviously, the shopkeeper, being the greedy son of a gun that he is, asks how much she's working with. She pulls out a few gold coins and some cocoins, ppernze and silvers the shopkeeper then sized. Knowing that he's not going to get much out of th, heis interaction points over in the general area where I'm at and then proceeds to pick his nose and flick it off into the corner. The girl ignores his rudeness and then proceeds to look around for something she starts. Looking out the spear on the wall and notsilverat it's 100 silvers sure, then looks over at the ax leaned up against the pillar dividing the two separate entrances to a store, but the tag on that says it's 50 gold. Why is something like that in a place where anyone could steal it? Man? This guy must be confident in his s,ecurity or maybe this ax is heavier than it looks. She then starts to wander a bit more towards my way as she spots the one silver/7 coppers barrel. She starts sifting through the swords as the first one she pulls out has a blade that's pretty much gone. She pulls out anoth,er one which seems to have a bite taken out of it. Why is that there? Then s,he digs a bit deeper and ,finally she grabs me pulling me out. It's clear she's struggling to hold me up, which meansweighway more than most swo,rds considering she had no trouble picking up any of the other swords. She then hoisted it in the air wipointede effort and points at me while talking twhetherthe cleric about if I'm for Yeah,. The guy says yeah sure but don't expect to get far. The swords are really heavy. It's got a lot of damag,e to it and parts of it seem to be rathe,r rustyt part really surprised me. I, didn't spot any rust and now I'm starting ,to wonder if I'm okay we're going thro,ugh a midsword crisis knowing that I'than worse condition that I thought I failed to notice that she had already paid for me and was dragging me down the street. What is with humans and abusing weapons? Seriously, we need someone to advocate for our fair treatment. Anyways, while I'm sort of lost on my own world, I just happen to hear her saying who she plans to kill in her own w,ords. She said" I'm going to, kill the hero and I'm going to av.enThosefather " those words really got me. Somewereng is. If it was just murder, I'd probably just end up in one of those places where nights take weapons that criminals were using until they eventually distribute those weapons to the militia to enact in a war. Meaning that I'd probably be in there for a few years, then out again in time for, a conflict and b,y that time anothe,r scavenger maybe the sam,e scavenger would combine. I ended up in a shop again, but if she's planning on offin,g a hero, which if memory or kncorrectly, serves correct is the big cheese at best. I'll just end up in an arms ward until war time, but at worse the hero kills her then destroys me seeing as I was a throw it to his life. An ais that lternative s,cenario he kills her get sold in nine up in a shop again. Since, according to the shopkeeper, I'm not exactly a weapon and a man in great condition. Those words really hurt. While dragging me to her inevitable crime, I started to resent her fothe middle ofng me in between her weird situation. The ,more I resenwishedher the more I wish she could, hear my complaints which le,d to me c,uinng her and t,hen and that moment I thought to myself. I really don't think I can but I have to stop her for my own sake and just as I thought those words she stops dead in her tracks just started looking around and then she said to herself and I imagining things I could have sworn I just heard someone say something but the people around her were all mining her. They're on business. No one w,as looking at her and no one waswithining anything with an aud,ible range of her but before start,ing to move again I thought to myself that maybe she was being paranoid. What was her attempting to kill the hero and all and imagine a lot of people would be opposed to that and after I finished that thought she stopped again and looked around even faster and this time she set out l,oud. Who said that and everyone stopped and looked at her? I was starting to think that maybe she was crazy. You'd have to be crazy to want it. Try and kill someone especially. Someone is powerful as that but she responded with. I'm not crazy. I can clearly hear you talking about me out loud with her shouting people started to whisper to themselves, concerned about her mental health and started to back away from her a little bit more slowly. Some even attempting to go and get guards since a crazy person with a weapon was standing in the middle of an open passway. While this was going on I started to put two and two together. Perhaps she can hear me but that's impossible. I've been trying to keep it before but no one has ever responded unless they were ignoring me that would be a jerk move. Considering the chances in the opportunity, I decided to humor the situation I said to her. Can you hear me for which she responded with obviously? Otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you. This got my hopes up a bit but I didn't want to but myself get carried away. So I followed up to be sure. Okay. If you really can, hear me then we should really get out of the open if we're going to talk. She aked in a, but agitatWhyearen is thaple were staring even hmeer at her. She, of course, was unsure why people were staring at her, but it's clear someone is talking to her, but to everyone else she's going to be talking to herself, and it's very dangerous because she's also holding a weapon. Swaye best movie would be to get her moving a would be to...d tell her what's up. I said the reason why is because you're currently, talking to a ,sword and right now people think you're crazy because no one but you can apparentl,y hear me right now even responded with what sword. I don't see an,y swords talk,ing so I told, her to ldidnd sh,e looked down. I the core ,inside the sword which resembled an eye and was acting as my only form of visual aid to t,he outside world looked back up better. She then began to freak out an,d ran at top speed dragg,ing the sw,ord with her. I of she woulds wondering why would she carry the thing that's frightened her with her afof ter r,unning for a couple hours ta he two of us had reached rather interesting shop. There appeared to be a researcher of sorts on the opposite end ,of the counter werehe walls we're decorated with monsfunny-looking funny looking items. She started frantically talking to the shopkeeper. I really didn't care what she had to say, but while I was zoning out, I noticed something interesting. While focusing on one of the objectsont the wal, Il started to wonder what itwass cuz something about it felt of,f and that's whena peculiar box appeared before me. Not a rectangular boxer flat rectangle ththe at ,hover,ed in air well to say the it covered in air would be untrue. It was more like aical illusi, with could at had words on it I could understand. According to the words, the object i was staring at which was neatly placed inside of a jar was into ogre',s heart. Apparently it's a, cursed object that when consumed by cursed ocausesd beings, it caused them to drop in levels. Spec,ifically it would drop the consumer by -15 levels. According to the ,price tag it was 700 gold. That's expensive. Probably among all the knowledge that I've got, none of it really provides me with an ide,a of how economics work or at least the ideal value of things, especially money. So I'm just guessing. But it feels like 700 gold is a lothat it t. Maybe it's not grabs the greedy shopkeeper. It's actually just a poor man trying to make cheek-basedith the cheek based items. Money has to buy nah no matter how I look at it. That man was clearly handsing to get his hand on as much moneit was y as possible, but still quite an interesting item. The more I, looked around the more I started to notice that there wecursedbunch of curse items in the shop. The hand of a ,lizard man. Apparen,tly the jar it's in seals it from ,regenerating complet,ely but if attached t,o a being that's l,ost it slim the lizard man part wi,th assimilate to the b,ody inevitably cursing them to become lizard man themselves. That sounds rather dangerois There is alsand costsas unbreakable that would cost a million gold. Judging from everything that I'm saying in the shop, I a guess this guy is speciali,st in cursed items which means she brought me here because she thinks I'm a cursed item and is hoping get the curse on done. Now that I think about it, I might have cursed her. I try to get a good look at her and see like the objects a box did appear. Didn't have the same informhads you objects, in the store but there were more details,. Age unknown name a know,n level,. Zero status cursed yep, there it is. I focused a bit on the cursed one and another boxoverlapshis one overlapping the first in this breadhe words reads curse of connection ,b"w that one was cur of connection. One had a little detail that just skated allows the curse to experience communication with other curseare willingngs that wills to communicate. Thinking back, that does make sense, so it's more than possible I cursed her. This can't be good. I decided to rejoin the conversation she was having with the shopkeeper halfway through it at this poi,nt. Apparently she was saying I think I purchased a cursed object. Please examine it before it kills me. I want to get ththe e curse removed. But shopkeeper told her that he'd be happy to look at the sword for her, but in most cases the only way is to remove a curse is to destroy the object curse in you. Typically speaking, depending on how Father Chri,s's developed destroying. It should f,ree you so long as your curse has not dropped too far beyond the level you were at when you got. Yoused you should . Thosee those words do not bode well for mit I tried raismyselfg me with girl I spok her. Hey, now let's calm down about the destruction thing here. If I recall correctly, you wanted to kill the hero, correct? Wow! I so happen to be a very powerful sword with my help that hero would be deader than dead.skeptically,s at me skeptical then looks at the shopkeeper and tells her it's talking to me and it's trying to seduce me with th,ings I want. Well that didn't work. She places me ,oandthe counter in the shopkeeper looks me over. hardcoverls out a hardcovered book from under his desk. It starts flipping thr, front to back,ough the pages over front to back. Refordly looking fon as ca,nwhetherume about me weis good ll the structure or not. This would be a good opportunity to learn about myself. Maybe I might be able to find the craftsman who created me. The man stopped hurting the pages and looks at her. This is not a sword. He says she looks at him like he's some sort of con artist and states. What do you mean the man gestures at me while explaining about the book? He just looked through. As it stands, this book is a catalog of all sorts created. Craftsman are required to write down every sword they produce in detail and if the sword is ever curse, a new updated book is sent out reporting on the changing status of swords and the thing is the demon country also complies with this rule as well. Meaning that if a craftsman did produce a demonic weapon that was strictly demonic it would have also been reported in this catalog. So the fact that I can't find the sword anywhere in it means it's not a demonic weapon. Or at least it's not a legal demonic weapon. And if that was a case, the shopkeeper who sold you this weapon would have turned it in if he's as a legitimate as he looked and no one in the sword is allowed to sell weapons that are illegally produced. Thinking back, I did recall while the The shopkeeper was taking me apart. He identified a serial number on specifically the part wedge in my core here then confirmed the serial number for that item in a book and then just tossed me into the barrel. So I guess that means I am in the catalog. I do recall that serial number he pointed to I tell her try looking again. Serial number s 11 07. She hesitantly does so but tells the man to look for the serial number at provided he opens up the book and turns the pages a few moments later. He does get a sword that's looks similar to me. But the thing is that sword doesn't have a hollowed out jewel section like I do. He explains that well. It is possible that there is a modification upon closer inspection. He starts to stare very uncomfortably close to my core. He then pulls out another book with the words beastiary on it. He flips the book a few times and then points true. An object that looks exactly like my core and I shaped jewel. Of course this book also had different variants of it. Some round like me. Some shape like diamonds one shaped like a cube. He then points to a went to the text and reads out loud. Mimic points the sword and say that swor,our cag is a mimic. She, looked at me ,a"nd t"hen looked at the shopkeeper and just said huh. He didn't started explaining mimics are creatures that start off as a core an empty jewel if you will when amendment takes up a nest with treasures and things that it keeps nearby to lower in unsuspecting victims, it starts to develop excess energy at one point. Any jewels within it stash because become an immediate vassal to hold the excess energy over time that energy trapped within the jewel is infected with its cursed energy developing a baby mimic at that point, when the mimic becomes self-aware enough, it will take up a piece of treasure within the parent. Mimics hoard over time, the mimic will feed off the life force of its newfound while disguised as treasure when it's strong enough, it will began killing humans while working towards building its own nest to complete the cycle. Of course, typically speaking only mimics that take the form of treasure chest do nest mimic said take the form of weapons typically are more keen to traveling changing hands of victims it will kill its host in ways that make it look like they died in battle. Then when a new host claims it as its weapon it will continue to drain the user until they're weak enough to kill that one and will continue to pose as an unsuspecting weapon until then. But given how we are, it should have killed you the moment you were alone with it. Frankly speaking, it should have killed the person who brought it to the shop unless it's self-aware and in most cases, even the most self-aware of mimics don't have the restraint enough not to kill a victim when it's weaken after to do so. It's always capable of finding a new victim when given enough time she looks down at me a bit more anxious about the whole thing. Everyone was also shocked. I mean the picture does match my core and the fact that I'm in a weapon that's registered in the thing that looks different than myself. It would only make sense for me to be a mimic but when I was in the field there was no corpse inside. So if I had killed my former wielder, there should have been at least some sign that they died in battle at least or some blood on my blade. I was perfectly clean so something is not adding up the shot keeper then pulls my core out of the hilt and points to the cracked spot on my core. Oh never mind he says healing elaborates look here. See that crack. Seeing as the crack is on me and I can't move my eye anywhere near the part of me, that's damaged, nor can I see the crack directly considering that spot is pure black. You continuous explanation this mimics man lobotomized she looks animal with a confused expression. He goes on another explanation. Rant Yes man knows way too much you probably haven't heard of this, but it's a very popular thing. Weapon mimics are very powerful, but the thing is they have a bad habit of killing their users as I already explained, but some hunters and the likes have identified that there's a sweet spot on a mimics core. If you damage it let me make becomes unattached to itself and in doing so you essentially lobotomize it since it can't associate its so then it's need to kill humans or the like. It basically just becomes a sentient object without the danger and since they are fine as long as they're thirst for blood is fed, they don't really die and just sort of live a life as a weapon with little experience. So in this case is perfectly fine to use this guy. He's incapable of feeling hostility towards you. He then puts my core back where it belongs and then suggest that if she doesn't feel comfortable having me, he'd be happy to buy me off of her. A lot of people would pay top dollar for something as powerful as this, but the girl then started to show signs of reconsidering my earlier offer and decides to leave. I insist on stopping her and beg her to buy a scabbard from him. I am getting real tired of people dragging me. She didn't stops in the heat of the moment. Turns back to the man and asks for a cheap scabbard The man offers her an old one for one copper after leaving the two of us sat at the edge of town near the forest so that we could have some alone time to talk
After leaving town we managed to get far enough in the woods where no one can hear us talk. I start off by explaining to her how curses work essentially speaking, what little I can grasp from the bits and pieces of information that seem to be floating around in my head curses are based on two parts. Give and take in exchange for something you give something else. Unlike magic. Where in exchange for a preset amount of mana you get a preset amount of power curses don't have such a restriction. You could get a whole bunch of power in exchange for either an arm, a leg, your sanity, or your entire fortune. It all folds down to whatever set within the contract. Of course, cursed items have preset contracts that cannot be overwritten easily. So the plan is I will set two contracts for you. The first is whenever you experience pain via a curse you will heal and then the second one is whenever a curse activates you will receive pain instead of the agreed upon payment with these two contracts in effect, not only will you be able to wield unimaginable power, but you will also grow stronger from it. That's at least what I told her. Of course she started asking questions about why it had to be pain. My understanding of it is that whenever humans experience damage, generally speaking in the muscle area, whenever that heals up, it gets stronger which allows them to pull out more of their potential. If we keep repeating the healing and herding process, eventually she'll become strong enough. Of course they are plenty of downsides for one using curses will drop your level very fast and the more negative you're level, the more powerful the curse becomes, but also the more likely the church will reject you and pursue you in any attempt to put you back on the right path. Of course she seemed to already be aware of that stuff, but after finally hammering down the details of this curse I managed to get her to agree to them. And of course we are now wandering the forest looking for any and all potential enemies to test out. The powers of these curse on the Forest seems rather different than the area where I woke up In before the trees are a lot denser it's not as much sunlight this can't be the same Forest so after wandering around for a bit we finally spotted some goblins in the area which is just what I was expecting during my time stuck at the barrel. I heard a few villagers talking about how there are goblins in the forest and how they quest for adventures as well as requesting a mercenary to take care of it. Wonder what the difference is. Anyways, it looks like the goblins have someone surrounded hr up ahead. I told her she of course responded with a yeah. Yeah I see them and then tried to lift me up but it appears that she's still lacking in strength. She's barely holding my blade above the ground. I can feel it's vibrating from the amount of shaking she's doing on the hilt. This can't be good. Push a little bit harder she might reconsider fighting these guys. If she dies that's it for me. Activate the curse already. She said cutting off my train of thought. Okay yes I got no choice. It was nice having someone to talk to even though she barely listened to me as I threw my tantrum. I imagined that box appearing again showing my list of abilities if memory conserves I have a curse that I can use on a Target. Let's see power extraction convert. Mona into cursed energy that permanently strengthens bodies muscles. But exerts muscle tissue sounds about right. All right. Here we go. I shouted in her head without a moment's delay. Her body is coated in a black mist like substance that seeps into her skin. Then her hair becomes black, messy and wild and her eyes turn red and then she starts screaming at the top of her lungs which startles me. She runs at a fast pace. Swinging me around like a lunatic. The first swing of my blade arcs over splitting the goblin's head down the middle. Its blood starts to spray all over her and on my blade. Very strange. Sensation starts to influence me. What is this? This sensation it's like ew I guess the best thing to describe this would be taste. I don't like this taste. It's all musty and gamey. It has no redeeming qualities. Oh dear God don't tell me whenever she kills something it feeds me. I try to call out to her to stop her from making another attack. Hey wait, I don't think I like how this is going. We might need to reconsider. Let's retreat but before I could convince her she had already swung the blade again cutting off another goblin's head filling out more blood and coding her clothes even more making it grimy as heck and another wave of that gross taste overcomes me. If I had a mouth I would puke it up which makes it all the more torture. I try to call out to her begging her to please stop but she sees five more goblins out in the distance and starts running at them. I keep screaming no please no more. This tastes so disgusting but she cuts another one down vertically and another disgust didn't serving. Fills me up. What's the point of being able to communicate? If they can't understand me I cry out at the top of my lungs? She just keeps going one more and another one and another one without fail. She cooled all the goblins in the area. At that point her red eyes begin to fade and her black hair turns back blonde. My body hurts like heck that cursed stuff really does a number on you she said to me in an exhausted town, I'd love to empathize with her, but All I could do is feel contempt at the horrible experience she put me through God. I wish we are done killing goblins that taste really irks me as I whine about what she did. She starts to notice that the pain overtaking her body doubles down. Zane vanishes in one go proving that the contract is in effect and works. She tries lifting me up without the use of the curse and while she is able to hold me off the ground without two hands, I still weigh more than a lot. She sticks me back into the sheath she bought at the store and turns around spotting a muscular and middle-aged man who seems dumbfounded at the onslaught she had just performed who is he and how long has he been here? She asks me I try to recall the event leading up to her rampage and I think I vaguely remember an old man being surrounded but looking at his whole outfit I get the feeling you wasn't in danger considering he has a broad sword which is bigger than me and leather armor. Also a cape of black cape that's really dirty. It has burn marks over All over it. Proof of his experience. I guess Lisa calls out to the man noticing the things that I pointed out to her. Sorry, didn't mean to steal your kills. You're welcome to take credit for it. I just needed to test some things out as she begins walking away. The man snaps out of it and calls out to her. Hey wait little lady that sword on your back. It wouldn't happen to be cursed would it? Lisa stops looks at me clearly. Wondering if she should tell him I'm a mimic agreeing that I'm a cursed sword and that she needs in order to take care of a lifelong mission of hers, which isn't exactly not true minus the cursed sword thing, but I don't need him trying to destroy me or sell me away for some quick cash telling him what I told her his face gets a bit grim. Then he goes on a tangent about how cursed swords are dangerous and how they seduce people with power leading them to either lose their humanity or just flat out die due to their willingness to risk everything for power they didn't earn. I of course would have said something if I didn't agree wholeheartedly with most of what he was saying. But Lisa, on the other hand didn't like his words. In fact she spat on the ground. Told him that what she does with a sword she purchased is none of his business and then procedure to walk off. But before she made it too far away she noticed something she started looking over in the distance to her left. Starting to wonder what her deal was and then the mysterious box popped up once again this time with some new information. Apparently those goblins she killed using that curse had her dropped. -7 levels so essentially speaking. She's -7 now but apparently dropping that far down had unlocked a few curse skills of her own. One of them being she can now detect cursed beings around her general level which means anything below her level or higher so -1 through -7 or two more negative levels down, given that she must be picking up the nest with the remaining goblins. Oh God was my immediate line of thought hey. So now that we're done testing out that curse's work, why don't we hit the road? Maybe we'll find something better than goblins to further improve ourselves with is what I told her. Hoping she would take the hint and not kill more of those disgusting things but tomato smelly she said. What are you saying? I can feel it. We only just started dropping in level. If we want to really make a dent in it, we should kill all the goblins in this area and that should drop us at least to -10. Right? Or better yet. -15. The more we drop the better it becomes for us. After hearing this, I'm starting to worry that cursing her has made her a fiend or was she already offend and I just mistook her for being human because she was walking around human civilization. As I pondered this, I failed to notice that she was already walking in the direction of the nest. I continue to protest about the matter but of course she stopped listening to me the moment she started moving her feet. Another thing to note, the old man appears to be following us. I tell her about it for which she surprisingly did respond, meaning she's listening to me. She's just choosing to ignore what I say but whatever she doesn't seem to mind considering the old man can't do anything and if he tries she'd just beat him up. She's suddenly so confident in her abilities knowing what she's capable of with that curse under her belt. But we don't even know this guy's level right? As I think that the box appears once more this time not displaying his name but just his level and two skills. His level is 25 and his skills are sword control and blunt strikes we continue walking or more like those two continue walking and Lisa carries me on her back because I'm a sword and therefore have no ability to walk. I would have left knowing that I have no desire to taste those disgusting Gremlins on another tangent. I failed to notice that we have already arrived at the area in question. How do I know this despite being placed on her back with the jewel that I use as an eye facing behind her so that she's not blindsided thing is she immediately grabbed my hilt the moment she got close enough to the nest that she felt the possibility of an ambush. At that point, the tree started thin out a bit and signs of goblins marking their territory. We're more than present. Realizing where we are, the strange man pulls ahead of her spotting a cave and a bunch of goblins hanging out. He starts gesturing hand signs that I can't make heads or tails about to Lisa. Geez, somehow understands it or at least she has an idea of what he's getting at and readys me for an attack. The old man reaches into his side bag that he's carrying and pulls out a black orb. He throws it at one of the walls near the cave's entrance and a black smoke erupts from around the area the orb hits The goblins run out of the smoke cloud coughing up a storm before they could get a sense of what's happening. Lisa with black hair. Thanks to my curse jumps out and beheads three goblins she goes for a fourth that just emerged from the smoke stabbing it in the heart. And yes, they all tasted awful so bad. In fact, I can feel myself gagging without a mouth and no matter how much I gagged the sensation wouldn't disappear. It was just there. I didn't help but describe it as being violated she of course prepares to attack the goblins that emerged on the other side as the cloud of smoke starts to to fan out. But the old man who is very skilled had taken out seven goblins four of which were already guarding but three more that appeared to have came out of the cave. Trying to figure out what's going on with so many dead goblins on the ground. The man grows even more curious putting his ear near the cave's entrance. He stands quietly for a minute. Curious enough. Lisa imitates him. I of course have no ears but judging from the vibrations in the air. Yeah there's more than a few goblins down there. The man looks till they said I would prefer to retreat restock up on supplies and then take this one tomorrow. But there's no telling if these guys might see the dead bodies and spread out causing a lot of damage in the process and losing sight of them. Furthermore, for all we know a spawn point could exist deep inside that cave, meaning the amount of damage we did could result in nothing. He stands for a moment thinking of the best course of action. Meanwhile, Lisa takes her sleeve and wipes off the blood from my blade. And odd question is power injection the only curse you have that I can use hearing this? I vaguely recalled that there were other curses as I think about it, the mysterious box pops up once more. This time listing my curses, it would appear that there were three that are usable power injection enhances the target 's physical abilities speed injection enhances the target's mobility Force injection exerts the target's full potential Reading these off to her. She nods in understanding then positions herself firmly at the center of the cave. According to her, she's capable of detecting the exact positions of each goblin which should allow her to maneuver no matter how dark it is. Hearing this, I asked her if she's ever performed dance before. He tells me that her father had her learn dancing so that he could take her to social events so she has a general knowledge of the basics. With that confirmed, I recommend a unique move that I have a limited amount of knowledge of. Apparently, some swordsman who have a background of traditional dance incorporate dancing into their fighting styles to improve mobility and technique with it. The two of us come up with a new attack. She writes herself with me hoisted over her shoulders and positions her feet for the perfect Forward lunge seeing this the old man starts asking what exactly we're doing. I then perform a speed injection on her doing such. I notice the black mist appearing before her once more that same mist seeps into her legs. This causes her calf muscles just slightly bulge for a minute. She stands completely still as the wind blows. Zane, everything starts to move In slow motion she kicks off her foot lunging forward into the cave as she lunges. The old man starts saying no. At a very slow rate entering the cave. Her body starts to spiral as it ever so slightly descends to the ground before her back could touch it. She rolls up into a ball and stops herself with her feet in the first position. At that point two goblins were on her left and right. I tell her to do a spin for which she lifts off her heel and kicks off her right foot spinning on the ball of her left swinging me in a perfect 360 my blade. She thrusts me off of the wall kicking off the ground with her foot going for a 180 roll further into the cave blocking her path. We're five goblins. I tell her they're blocking her path. She then crosses her Freon and the arm holding me curls up and then spreads out fanning both me and her Freya arm out before I had realized it. She had slipped all of their necks. Zane, as the goblins fall to the ground unable to breathe, she does a tumble roll behind the fallen bodies and acts wielding goblin and a goblin holding a staff realize how far she has gotten in seeing them in front. One begins to chant. I tell her give it a thrust. She lunges forward lifting up her opposite leg while thrusting me into mage goblins neck. It fails to chant the spell and tries to use its arm to cover the bleeding, but she manages to use my blade to repel the hand attempting to cover her its throat. While lopping off the palm and fingers while spinning the sword in a circular motion using her wrists and arm, she then does a pure wet cutting off the legs of the oncoming acts wielding goblin and then rolling her arm around for a whooping blow. She lops off his Head more goblins can be felt a deeper in. She says she goes for an even higher leap rolling up in a ball with me at her side. When she lands at the center of the crowd of goblins, she starts to waltz around slashing off limb after limb after limb for almost a total of it 2 hours before long. All the goblins were dead and the color of the ground appears to be red everywhere. I'm starting to wonder if this was a blood cave cuz we're taking the Carnage she managed to achieve. I could say with certainty that the vertical dance was a huge success. Also I just realized this but the taste of all those goblins had just caught up to me and I am screaming my Head off ah! The old man catches up to us and commends her on her achievement. At that point her hair had returned to blonde again and her eyes were no longer red and the swelling of her thighs had gone down. According to the text, she's supposed to have a permanent boost in her speed, but from what I'm seeing it looks like there's a massive boost and then when it wears off she keeps half of the boost while the rest dissipates must be a conversion rate or something. According to the old man, what we managed to do is something. Only an expert mercenary or a halfway decent adventurer should be capable of. He then starts to ask who she's contracted with. She of course, says that she has no affiliation with either the mercenaries nor the adventurer's guild. The man then goes into thought feeling that he can't leave her. He decides it's in his best interest to take her back to the mercenaries guild have her licensed and then see if he can't get someone to keep an eye on her. Well you didn't say that out loud. That's what I'm getting from The vibes he's putting off. Lisa, hearing my speculation on the matter. Didn't want any of it. She told him to go f*** off. Flipped him off with her middle finger and began walking out of the cave. The old man desperate to not let something as dangerous as her out in the world. Her assisted saying that if she agrees to it he would teach her how to properly use me? Well honestly I barely know how to wield myself but I'm a sword so I guess I shouldn't know how to wield myself. It's probably up to the human. The more I think about it, the more his offer sounds pretty good. Hr take him up on his offer. You need all the training you can get is what decided to tell her feeling awkward about how little I can contribute besides giving her power to you. Lord knows whatever she has in mind with these powers. Honestly, she won't kill the hero that much. I know for sure. I had it stimulated in the contract and made sure she was very aware of it. The moment she tries to lock his head off the curse will trigger the penalty locking up her abilities until her hostility towards the hero fades or the hero is 100 miles away from her. There are of course cliff notes that allow her to do it under special circumstances that I pray will never happen. I didn't tell her those circumstances just so she wouldn't go acting like an evil mastermind. Anyways, she agreed to the man's conditions.