I approached the shrine and looked up to my father. "Father what is this blade? I..." When i got closer i suddenly got flashes of a memory... Of the sword being held up into the air by a man.

I instinctively reached for the blade and took it into my hands.

"How do you feel Son? Like your arms are falling asleep as you grasp the sword?" He curiously asked.

"No father, The exact opposite infact... My arms are filled with strength..." A bright lighr shined on the sword and it vanished from my hands, Appearing on a new sheathe on my back- It looks like it reshaped itself to my personal prefrences.

Father dropped to his knees, His face filled with shock... Tears slowly streaming down his face as he observed me with the blade. "F-Father! Whats wrong? Did i do something incorrect?"

Father ran over and pulled me into a tight hug. "The exact opposite son... You've finally given me hope for the future... Hope that i'll see Mada again..." Her slowly pulled away fron the hug.

"Starting tomorrow you will begin a strict training regiment, I will not allow you to slack for even a minute!" He called out excited.

"YES FATHER!" I nodded... And thats how i spent the next eight years of my life.