"Disciple."

It was shortly after I returned from my journey in Gulliver’s Travels.

Master found me training with my sword alone. She watched silently as I swung my sword before speaking.

“Hmm, it’s time for you to change swords.”

“...What? Change my sword?”

“Yes.”

I was bewildered.

Master’s teachings and guidance had been invaluable to me. I trusted her deeply, even if she told me the moon was made of red beans.

But the idea of changing my sword left me stunned.

‘Change my sword…?’

The sword I wielded was unique.

I had fallen into this strange world by a …