"Hmm," Aloco looked me up and down and thought for a moment before nodding, "I think I know one that might work."
"Wait here for a while, I need to go down to the cellar and look for it." He said and went inside the back door.
I smiled hearing that. The sword in the cellar. I don't know what sword the old man talked about but he had a few special ones. I couldn't be sure that what he will give me will be the real deal since I know next to nothing about swords or bladesmithing.
It was a chance of luck and Arthur here was a very lucky guy… you know, if you took out the part of him getting kicked out of the royal seat.
Arthur looked at me curiously and I felt I needed to ask, "What?"
He shook his head, "It's nothing… just that you don't know much about swords and yet you seem to not like any of the ones that Aloco showed.
"Heh, I get it. It's just," I look towards my hand and take a feel, "the swords that he showed me just doesn't feel right in my hands."
"Ahh, I know that feeling," He said with a sagely look and turned towards his own sword at his waist, "I too didn't felt that feeling until I found this one. The moment I held it, I knew that we were meant to be one and the same in the field of battle."
"Wanna take a look?" He said and I possibly couldn't refuse the guy who had big shining stars in his eyes. Besides, who wouldn't want to see one legendary sword.
Unstrapping the sword, he placed it on the counter. The sheath was a combination of Dark Navy Blue with one thin line of ash silver in the middle going down to the end. The grip of the sword was completely made of silver with ring like design for the crossguard and the pommel was that of a lion's head. The symbol of the Royal Reginald House.
He slowly took the sword out and I inched closer to look at one of the legendary items. Before I could take a good look, the light reflected from the blade and I had to shield my eyes for a moment.
A metallic tone rang out as Arthur took the sword out and hovered it over the air and I felt my lungs stop. None of us spoke, only looked at the beautiful sword and both eyes shone with brilliance.
We turned and saw Aloco standing at the counter, smiling even brighter as he gazed at the sword, "Never have I seen such a beautiful sword."
"Of course, I'm not that experience enough to comment."
"What are you talking about, old man?" Arthur laughed sheathing his sword, "You make the best swords that there is."
"Only in Valint, Young Arthur." Aloco said, reminiscing something, "Wait till you see the outside world… so many mysteries and treasures yet unknown to us."
"Old Man Aloco over here used to be an adventurer." Arthur said to me, "He found a lot of treasures out in the world."
"Not much… only a few trinkets before settling down with this place." Aloco said before remembering, "Oh Yes! Almost forgot about it, Your sword."
He bent down and took out a humongous item covered with a worn out cover. He wiped it with a cloth as huge amounts of dust flew and covered all of us.
"Cough Cough!... I looked for the best thing that would fit for… a man like you. The only thing that I could think was this thing." He said, patting it as dust flew.
"How about you uncover it first."
"Oh! Forgot that too." Aloco laughed and threw away the cover, revealing a large sheath in dark black. The handle of the sword was round and made of some dark black rock and the pommel didn't have any exquisite design like Arthur's but there was a drawing at the end.
The whole sword was dark black and looked like something only the most nefarious people would use.
Arthur frowned a bit, "Old man… couldn't you find anything better than this?"
"It just… doesn't look right."
"What are you talking about! It looks fine as it is." Then turned to me, "So what do you think?"
It seemed like a broadsword but bigger in width, made even bigger than the length of a greatsword. It was bigger even than me, 7 feet tall.
I don't know what it was or why even something was made. It was completely ridiculous, only a fanatic or a crazy bastard with use that.
Maybe even a fat bastard.
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Cold and hard, felt like I was touching a brick but it was completely smooth.
I gripped it hard and slowly took it out of its sheath.
It was heavy… heavier than any sword or thing I've used since coming here.
I am sure this weighs close to a ton or maybe even more than that. But even with such weight, it felt perfect in my hands. I didn't need to use both my hands to wield it because of my extraordinary strength, but if needed, I could do that and greatly enhance my attack power.
The blade was black too, not as black as the handle and sheath but just black. There wasn't any design on it nor any unique feature. It was just the simplest most humongous sword I've ever seen.
My smile widened over my face as I gripped it tightly with both hands and swung it down. The air around the sword shifted and I felt the air cut away and burst all around us.
"Woah!" Arthur commented as his hair blew up and Aloco was already holding on to the counter so that he couldn't fall.
"Hehehe" I am sure that my smile looked creepy, much more than before as I looked at the thing that will help cleave my enemies away.