An Old Country Bumpkin Worries

“Come to think of it, you’re not carrying a sword, Sensei.”

“Yeah, well. It broke.”

Balder, quick to notice the odd lightness at my waist, asked.

There was no point in lying, so I honestly explained the situation. Well, it had broken, after all. Just not in a way I’d expected.

“I can’t imagine you mishandling it, Sensei. What, was it an accident?”

“Something like that.”

Balder laughed heartily.

You could call it an accident. I’d stuck my sword into the mouth of a Named Specially Designated Subjugation Target, then a Black-rank adventurer came down on it from above and cleaved through both the sword and the target. That was nothing if not an accident.

“But a longsword, huh? We carry those, of course, but wouldn’t you want a custom-made one, Sensei?”

He was saying the same thing Kurni had...