"This all started when the king sent some unknown swords to my father's workshop to check their ranks.
The swords arrived, and I was just half a month old. My mother carried me to see them.
Just then, an adventurer accidentally threw a magic stone into the fire, causing a huge explosion.
One of the old, rusted swords protected me and everyone else from the blast. That sword... it chose me.
The adventurers were shocked because that sword had not chosen anyone for over a thousand years.
After a few hours, the king, queen, and the adventurers' guild master came to apologize to my father. After a long discussion, they confirmed that I was the Legendary Hero.
My mother wanted to test me. Everyone agreed. When I touched the sword, a bright light appeared.
The sword transformed into a ring and attached itself to my hand.
But I immediately collapsed from mana exhaustion.
Everyone was shocked—a half-month-old baby had claimed a legendary sword.
It was then confirmed by all: I was the chosen one.