Chapter 36: Darkmoon

In front of me stood a large case, approximately 2.5 meters in size. There was no need for guessing; it was evident that the weapon specifically created for me must be inside the case. Just by looking at its size, one could imagine how massive the weapon must be.

"Don't just stare at it. Take it out," Master's voice commanded, prompting me to quickly step forward and retrieve the case. As I attempted to lift it, the weight surprised me. Despite a week of relentless sword training, the case felt heavier than I anticipated. Even the training sword I had been using didn't feel as heavy as this.

Despite the weight, I managed to open the case without delay. Inside, an almost 2.5-meter great sword greeted my eyes. The handle of the sword measured about 0.7 meters in length, while the body extended to nearly 1.8 meters. The sword's body was a sleek black color, adorned with a shining luster. Its dimensions of 30 centimeters in width and 10 centimeters in thickness exuded an aesthetic aura that awed me.

What truly set this sword apart was the absence of a guard, unlike normal swords. Surprisingly, the lack of a guard only enhanced its aesthetic value. Overall, the sight of the sword left me deeply impressed, and I couldn't wait to test its performance.

"Uncle Dawnson, thank you for the sword. It's amazing, and I can't wait to test its performance," I expressed my gratitude to Uncle Dawnson, the skilled blacksmith who had crafted this remarkable weapon.

"Hahaha! Of course! I put a lot of effort into making that sword, so it is bound to be amazing. But if you ask me, the most extraordinary aspect of that sword is the main material it uses—the moon stone. Without it, I could never have created something as remarkable as that," Uncle Dawnson replied, his voice filled with pride.

"Moon stone!" I was taken aback by Uncle Dawnson's revelation. Moon stone was one of the top ten most precious ores ever recorded in history. Legend had it that moon stone originated from the moon itself, and obtaining it was an incredibly rare occurrence. In the past, there had been almost a war-like conflict over its possession, resulting in the deaths of many mages. Eventually, an agreement was reached, and each organization received their fair share, bringing an end to the struggle.

The preciousness of this ore dawned on me, and I unintentionally released my grip on the sword, causing it to fall to the ground with a resounding thud. The sound echoed through the house.

"What the hell are you doing? Can't you even hold the sword properly!" Master's exasperated voice filled the room.

"But Master, just hearing about the sword's material shocked me, and I couldn't help it," I explained, my mind still reeling from the realization of the sword's preciousness.

Master sighed, looking at me with a mix of exasperation and fondness. "You don't have to overthink this. You don't need to know where we obtained the material either. All you need to know is that the sword is now yours. Come, take the sword. From now on, it will be your most trusted ally."

Master's words warmed my heart. Since my childhood, he had been the one taking care of me. Whether it was a bad day or a good day, he had always been there, unlike my own parents. Even though we were connected by blood, they were not as close to me as Master. Now, receiving this sword, it further solidified my feelings of gratitude and determination towards him. "Master, don't worry. I will definitely make you proud someday," I silently swore within my heart.

"Okay, okay, both of you. I know you're happy, kid, but don't you think you've forgotten something important here?" Uncle Dawnson interrupted, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle Dawnson, I don't remember forgetting anything?" I replied, perplexed by his question.

"The name. That sword still doesn't have a name. I thought of naming it myself, but since it's yours, I changed my mind. It should be yours to name," Uncle Dawnson explained, allowing me the honor of bestowing a name upon the sword.

As I gazed at the sword, a suitable name quickly came to mind. I noticed how the color of the sword stood out, even after prolonged observation. Considering the material it was made from, a name formed within my thoughts.

"I have decided. From now on, this sword shall be named Darkmoon!" I declared, feeling a sense of resonance between the sword's characteristics and the name I had chosen.