I consider swords to be consumables.

In fact, many things in this world are just consumables. The body too, eventually, is nothing more than a consumable. They say that as soon as you turn 30, parts of your body start to break down, like a worn-out product.

But sometimes, I think back to a line from a story I read long ago.

The sword chooses its master, it said.

It was a line from a novel about someone searching for twelve swords, and that novel is the same one where I sang The Phantom (not included here).

The idea of a sword choosing its master seems like nonsense to me, but there are times when it sounds oddly convincing.

In gacha games, you often get the same character repeatedly. Players say they’ve been chosen by that character.