Little Spar

At the courtyard, I gazed ambiguously at the sword in my hand with so many unanswered questions in my eyes before meeting my master's gaze.

"What type of sword is this?" I questioned immediately and I noticed how hesitant he looked before replying.

"It's a sealing sword." He said and my fingers traced the hilt of the sword which my whip had wrapped itself around but it had taken the form of a painting no one would believe the whip could be real, but how come?

"Did you also get this sword from one of your quests?" I questioned once more, wondering who could have used such a sword that was so heavily guarded not even my master could go near it.

He smiled at me but that didn't stop me from noticing how dubious he looked, like my questions were making him feel uncomfortable.

"Something similar to that." He added and there was still a lot more I wanted to ask, my master couldn't go near it but why was my case totally different?

"But.."