CHAPTER 5

New sword?

He could feel it.

He could feel it the second that the small pink haired girl and the orange haired boy entered the weapon shop. Without a doubt the girl was a noble, who did not use a sword, but a wand to fight. The boy however, was a true swordsman. Still he could feel it, the bond that he would never be able to destroy or replace. This orange haired man already had a sword. He had never ever seen such a thing. It was visible in form of a thread, glowing in the most beautiful colors, warming his heart and awaking a feeling inside him that he had never felt before. He was jealous. This person already possessed a sword, a sword that he had connected with on such a deep level that they had joined their souls. This swordsman was already taken. Why was he here?

He heard how the pink haired girl told the shop owner what she wanted. The orange haired man seemed to sigh and, somehow he had the feeling that the orange haired man had repeated himself rather often, told the little girl that he already possessed a sword and would never use the sword she would purchase.

The small girl stomped her legs stubbornly and puffed her cheeks in a warning manner, looking like a child throwing a tantrum. She told the man that his sword was too big and too striking and he needed another one.

He didn't need the ability to see to notice that the man was annoyed, his scowl deepening and his mouth worming a straight line. Still he stopped his protest and seemed to decide to let his anger, in form of a glare, out at the shop owner. The owner flinched noticing the glare he received open reentering, not that he didn't deserve it. He had probably already planned to sell junk again and display it as something much more worth; taking much more money than the 'sword' was really worth. He had done so with many others before. He probably never realized that if something happened to the new owner of said piece of junk that didn't last a hit that indirectly he was at fault for the sudden decease of said person. Or he did not care and was truly just heartless/greedy/criminal.

The shop owner started to explain how the 'golden' sword was the best of the best. Still he kept an eye on the man, probably feeling the danger he was in. The man's scowl deepened. The glare turned murderous when the shop owner told them the price. The pink haired girl was quick to anger, but the shop owner knew how to handle such people. The glaring orange haired man was possibly new for him, since he took a step back and started to shake. His eyes seemed to desperately search for the nearest exit. He looked like a frightened animal, ready to escape at any time. Then the man spoke, he had a deep, with his glare ominous voice, which oddly enough, had an undertone of something else, something distorted and unreal, dangerous.

"This sword would not last a day, the spell cast on it is waste, gold does not under any circumstances rust, and there exist a reason why gold will never be used to produce a sword, one of them that gold bent and breaks to easily. Louise, this man is a fraud; we should not buy anything from him. He would probably even display and sell a piece of junk as a sword as long as he was paid."

He could not help himself, he started to laugh. It was good to finally see the man pay for his misdeeds, even if he only received a glare, it was a deadly glare nonetheless. His laugher soon caught the attention of the others, the orange haired man the first to investigate.

It didn't take long for the man to grab his handle and pull him out of the pile. The man looked surprised, but less so than the girl. Maybe the man's sword was also sentient?!

"Hello" The man greeted him.

"Hey buddy, what you just did right there was great. I wish I could have done that a long time ago. You weren't the first targets that he tried to talk out of their money."

"I probably also won't be the last" The man said quietly, sending another death glare toward the owner.

"You got that right" He said with a defeated voice "I tried to stop him countless times, but he has a silver tongue and knows how steal the customer money without them ever truly noticing the loss. "Hey can I ask you a question? Could you take me with you? I want to leave this rotten place." He had decided spontaneous, but he didn't regret it. Even if this man never used him, he would have at least managed to leave this place, maybe even find a wielder through the journal this man had just began. He could feel it.

"You do know that you will never be used, will never be able to replace my sword, right? This sword is not just any sword. I crafted it myself. It is part of my soul. It dies with me and lives with me. It is my eternal partner, never to leave my side or be replaced. He is part of me as much as I am part of him. He is my adviser, my protector, my sword, my friend and most importantly part of my soul, representing my determination, my strength and my will." Finally he understood. They had never formed a bond. It had existed from their beginning and would not be severed even after death. They were one being, to separate them would mean incompletion to the both of them. They were not two souls bond to each other. They were one soul, a part separated to represent, to fight and to protect.

"I know that I will never be able to replace him, but I wish to leave this shop and just maybe, I will find the wielder I am searching for. Here I will never be sold, never be partnered and bond to another soul. I wish to leave and you are the most likely to be able to help me fulfill this wish."

The man looked at him, than back at the girl and then with a glare at the owner. Finally he gave a sigh and nodded.

"I will help you" with these words having left his mouth he stood up and turned toward the shop owner. He could see the shiver running up and down the body of said man. It was the first time that he wished that he had eyes, only to be able to glare at someone and let them know true fear.

"You will give me this sword for free; you will not get any money out of my partner or me. Look at it this way, you can give me this sword for free, or you can see how your reputation crumbles and not even one costumer will ever visit this place ever again. Do we have a deal?" He could hear this undertone again. The voice of the man began to sound distorted, like there were many people speaking instead of one. The owner nodded his head vigorously, probably feeling that this man made no empty promises.

They left the shop, the pink haired girl questioning the man why he bought a speaking piece of junk. The man did not react, instead focusing on him. The scowl still existed, but had lost the threatening edge.

"My name is Ichigo Kurosaki, I will be your temporary save keeper, till you have found you true wielder."

"My name is Derflinger, Nice ta meet cha."

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