In the countryside, surrounded by dense trees and high upon the mountain,
the boy Saili and his sister Vizilla had grown up.
They were now young adults.
Grandpa, who had cared for them since childhood, had grown very old, reaching the age of 104.
He always dreamed of helping them find their lost family.
Over the years, the siblings trained hard, mastering many martial arts, including Ba-Tjutsu.
They became skilled with the sword—learning not only how to wield it in battle but also how to draw it swiftly from its sheath, ready for combat or to counter a sudden attack.
Their movements had become fast, fluid, and precise.
One day, Grandpa gifted them a Japanese sword known as the Hepburn, a traditional blade first crafted during the Yayoi period.
He had preserved it for many years.
Grandpa called it the magic sword—for it could fight even without its wielder, soaring through the air to strike down enemies before returning faithfully to its owner.
Now, in the quiet garden of the house, Grandpa sat facing the two siblings, the magic sword planted firmly in the ground before them.