The Garden That Colors the Earth (12)

Was the title of Hero really so fleeting?

Shabel felt the spear in her hand grow light for the first time.

It was strange.

When she had first held this spear, even lifting it properly had been a struggle.

Because her body had been frail.

Wielding it a few times with both hands had been enough to make her arms feel as though they would fall off.

Even so, she had never let go.

She swung the spear until her palms split and hardened with countless calluses.

As a result, with time and the muscles she built up, she became able to wield it with one hand.

Yet strangely, Shabel had never once felt that the spear was light...