Inside the sword, the soul of the man once known only as a salaryman shifted. He couldn't feel the wind, but through Fran, he felt everything. He felt her resolve, her lingering hunger, and the way her pulse slowed as she polished his edge with a scrap of monster-hide.
Fran didn't move. She looked at her reflection in the flat of his blade. A year ago, she was a slave with broken spirit and matted fur. Now, she was a Black Cat who had evolved through fire and steel. Tensei shitara Ken Deshita - 11.1080.mp4
"If they come," Teacher promised, his blade glowing with a faint, reassuring blue light, "we’ll show them why you don't hunt a Black Cat who carries a God-Slaying Sword." Inside the sword, the soul of the man
"I’m here, Fran," his voice echoed in her mind, steady and warm. "Rest. Tomorrow we hit the border." Fran didn't move
"The blue cats," she said, her eyes narrowing. "They are close."