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.
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.
"I’m here, Fran," his voice echoed in her mind, steady and warm. "Rest. Tomorrow we hit the border." Tensei shitara Ken Deshita - 11.1080.mp4
Fran nodded, hugged the hilt to her chest, and finally closed her eyes. In the silence of the forest, the sword stood watch, a silent sentinel glowing against the dark, waiting for the dawn of their next level.
"Teacher," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the campfire. Fran didn't move
"The blue cats," she said, her eyes narrowing. "They are close."
"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." Now, she was a Black Cat who had
Teacher felt a surge of protective mana ripple through his crystalline core. He wasn't just a weapon; he was her guardian, her mentor, and her only family in a world that saw her as a monster. He recalled the moment of his reincarnation—the confusion of being a sword stuck in a pedestal, waiting for someone to claim him. He had expected a legendary hero. Instead, he got a starving girl with a heart of tempered glass. It was the best bargain he’d ever made.