The wound was gone as Finn touched his face in surprise.
The scrape he'd accidentally gotten in the previous battle wasn't serious, but it had been throbbing with a dull ache.
It felt particularly sharp to the touch.
But now, he felt no pain at all, even when he pinched and pulled at the skin.
'It had completely healed.'
And the most astonishing part was the method of treatment he had received.... he had been cut by a sword!
"This...?"
The effect was self-evident as Rayleigh began to explain, "This sword's ability is healing. It can't harm people, but it can heal anyone it strikes."
"Is this also a Zanpakuto you forged?" Finn asked in shock.
The day had come when cutting someone and saving them were one and the same.
If not for the young man before him, he might never have encountered such a bizarre phenomenon.
But...
"This sword is useful, but don't you already know Healing Magic, Rayleigh? Or is this sword's ability stronger than your Magic?"
Finn knew that only the master of a Zanpakuto could use it.
In anyone else's hands, it was less useful than a tree branch. In other words, this sword didn't have the power to change the tide of the situation.
Rayleigh shook his head. "This sword is slightly different from the Zanpakuto you know."
"Different?"
"That's right. As long as a person has a compassionate heart, anyone can wield this sword and unleash its power."
"What? Is that true?!" Hearing Rayleigh's words, Finn was galvanized.
In other words, this was a Zanpakuto that others could use!
"It's true." Rayleigh nodded. "However, using this sword requires sufficient magic power, and those without a compassionate heart can't wield it."
A compassionate heart. Magic power.
Finn began searching his mind for candidates who met the criteria.
"Furthermore, if the user themselves possesses Healing Magic, the effects channeled through this sword will be greatly enhanced."
Rayleigh presented two other swords to Finn. "These two are the exact same kind of sword. I've named this blade Tenseiga. A sword that can save a hundred lives!"
"What!" Finn stared blankly as he took the three mass-produced Tenseiga's.
A single swing can save a hundred lives? If that was true, then the swords in his hands were priceless treasures!
If a kingdom in the outside world were to obtain one, it might be enshrined as a sacred relic or a national treasure.
No.
It would drive countless people mad! Even in Orario, it would cause an absolute frenzy!
'Wait... all of this are the same kind of sword? These three swords are all Tenseiga? And they even have the same effect?'
"Aren't Zanpakuto supposed to be one-of-a-kind?" Finn asked based on his own knowledge.
"They are." Rayleigh pointed to the three swords in Finn's arms. "But these are the exception."
'An exception?' Finn's face was full of curiosity.
Rayleigh said, "These three swords are all Tenseiga. You can think of them as mass-produced Zanpakuto. Although their effects are guaranteed, they aren't durable."
"Not durable?" Finn asked.
"Correct," Rayleigh replied. "Because I forged them on a whim, the techniques I used weren't complete. Tenseiga's lifespan is only about one hundred hours."
"One hundred hours, is it?" Finn understood after hearing this.
'No wonder.... as expected, such a powerful weapon had its limitations.'
"Moreover, with every swing, that time will be drastically shortened. So, I don't know exactly how many people it can save. You'll have to try it out for yourself."
Rayleigh wasn't satisfied.
Tenseiga.
Because of the name he'd given it, the sword shared the same properties as the original, but its power was vastly inferior.
Not only that, but it was a defective product with a short lifespan.
He wouldn't even have had the ability to forge this knockoff Tenseiga if he hadn't leveled up to Level 3.
His abilities were still insufficient.
To make Tenseiga truly reach or even surpass its prototype, he would need to reach at least Level 5.
After listening to Rayleigh's explanation, Finn thought for a moment, then a confident smile appeared on his face.
"It's enough," he said.
When he looked at Rayleigh again, Finn's expression had become unusually grave and solemn.
He had realized something.
Tenseiga was a mass-produced weapon. Although it had a one-hundred-hour lifespan, its creator, Rayleigh, could continuously produce these strategic-level weapons.
In other words, as long as Rayleigh was around, these healers swords were a conventional, infinitely supplied consumable.
'This young man's existence could not only turn the tide of battle, which was currently being suppressed by Evilus, but might also have an even greater impact down the line.'
After some consideration, Finn gave the Tenseigas to suitable candidates.
One of them was Airmid Teasanare, widely known as the Saint.
Her Magic, Dia Fratel, was a high-tier healing spell.
It possessed the properties of healing wounds, restoring stamina, dispelling poisons, and nullifying curses.
She could use the recovery, detoxification, and curse-breaking effects separately, and could also apply them to multiple people with a continuous effect.
It was an effect on par with a cheat ability!
As long as Airmid didn't fall, the front line wouldn't collapse, which was why she would earn the name 'Dea Saint' in the near future.
"You want me to use this?" The current Airmid was only twelve years old.
After seeing the renowned hero of the city hand her a sword, she tilted her head in confusion.
"I'm sorry, Finn-sama, but I don't use swords."
Finn also felt it was a bit strange.
Handing a sword to an excellent healer was odd, no matter how you looked at it.
"You misunderstand, Airmid. This sword was forged by Rayleigh of the Hephaestus Familia. According to its creator, a single swing from this sword can save a hundred people..."
'Huh?'
A strange expression appeared on Airmid's exquisite face.
She looked at the sword in her hands, reached out to grip the hilt, and tried to draw it.
But the blade was stuck too tightly in the scabbard.
She couldn't pull it out even with all her strength!
"Help me."
Just as Airmid was feeling perplexed, a heavily wounded Adventurer crawled to her feet.
In his desperation to live, he had long since cast aside his dignity.
His eyes, filled with a desperate desire to live, made the twelve-year-old Airmid's heart ache.
Sensing her feelings, Tenseiga popped out of its scabbard on its own.
Clang.
"Ah!" Airmid was startled but didn't drop the sword she was holding.
She looked at Finn in confusion. "Finn-sama, may I ask what this sword is?"
"You've earned its recognition. That's all there's to it," Finn replied with a warm smile.
At the same time, this was the first time he had witnessed such a scene.
He had indeed chosen the right person.
"Now, try using this sword to heal everyone!"
Under Finn's expectant gaze, Airmid had no choice but to steel herself and fully draw Tenseiga.
It looked different from when Rayleigh used it since the light that bloomed from Tenseiga was a brilliant gold!