The sword that had been rolling across the stone paving came to a stop with a dry clatter.
The angry shouts and footsteps that had filled the air until just now were gone.
All that remained in the courtyard were the fallen bandits and Luna's arrows stuck here and there.
"............"
I looked at the Dragonclaw Sword.
I'd cut people down during the war, too.
Back then, every time I swung my sword, I watched my opponent's movements.
Where would they come from next?
Would I be the one to get cut?
I was constantly thinking about those things as I fought...
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