The obsidian blade fang

As I stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind me,soft, but final. The instructor didn't say anything, just moved in after me, quiet as his boots thudded lightly against the floor.

The room wasn't what I expected.

Weapons lined the walls,no fancy displays, just bare racks and long tables with blades laid out like tools waiting to be picked up. Swords, axes, polearms… some polished to shine bright,. A few had strange patterns etched into them, or a dull shimmer beneath the metal that made me look twice. There wasn't any order I could see,just rows and rows, like the room didn't care what you chose, only what you picked up.

For a second, I wasn't even sure if I was supposed to touch anything in room.

The instructor walked ahead without looking back and stepped up to a circular platform in the middle of the room. There were markings around its edge, faintly glowing, like something alive pulsing just beneath the stone.

" This is the academy's weapon room, every awaken that has attended to this academy has once been here, to select, chose there weapons suited from her" the instructor said while pointing at the weapons lined up in the room. " And just like them you are allowed to pick a weapon in which be assimilated into your system".

He then gestures for me to examine each weapon and find one most suitable for me.

Everyone has a weapon they have always wished to weld , maybe a sword, a bow, a blade or even a spear, but not me I always believed it is the weapon that makes the fighter. Some chose the sword or a spear for it's length and for bow it's ability to hit from a distance.

As I kept walking after rows and my hands brushed some of the weapons, sometimes picking one up to check it before placing it back down.

" It looks like this will take a while, I will be right back, till then find the weapon for yourself before am back" the instructor said and I nodded at him before he left the room.

moved slowly through the room, scanning the racks, and tables checking every weapon I passed like I was waiting for something to call out to me. Most of them didn't. They looked fine, powerful even, but none of them felt right.

Then I saw them.

They were tucked near the edge of the rack, almost easy to miss if you weren't really looking. But once I saw them, I couldn't look away.

Two daggers. Simple at first glance, but there was something about them something clean, deliberate. Like every inch of them had been made with purpose.

It sat there like it didn't need anyone's attention but still somehow demanded it.

The blade was long and dark, forged from a black metal so deep it seemed to swallow the light around it. It wasn't polished to shine, but it didn't need to be. The edges caught the room's glow just enough to show how sharp they were—razor-thin and deadly. Twisting around the blade, silver inlays curled like vines or roots, gripping the metal like they'd grown straight out of it. They weren't clean or perfect. They were wild, a little jagged, almost like the sword had been dragged out of the earth still alive with some old magic.

The guard branched out into clawed shapes part protection, part threat. They looked like they'd tear into someone even if you missed your strike. The silver twisted into them too, almost like it was trying to hold something back or maybe like it was part of the blade trying to escape.

The hilt was thick and wrapped in the same winding metal, cold and solid in the grip. It didn't look like it was made for showy spins or elegant duels. This was a weapon built for someone who didn't flinch. Someone who didn't fight to impress, but to end it fast.

I picked them up and then called out my system, a screen manifested in front of me with the blades attributes written in them.

{ Obsidian blade fang: This pair of dagger's was once crafted in the forge of the Arcseraph Academy, once left and unchosen, rejected it was finally seen by the one who bear the mark of divinity, chosen by the god's "}

Skills

{.Fang of Fury: when wielded, the obsidian blade sharpens the wielder's instincts. The dagger boosts the user's speed by 1, letting them move with a sudden relentless aggression. Every strike comes faster, fueled by a fierce}

{Blade of shadows : Hidden and discarded the Obsidian blade fang is able to blend in with the shadow allowing the user to weld it in stealth }

Obsidian blade fang Assimilation completed

After reading through the dagger's description, I felt sorry for it but at least I was the one to find it and the dagger had a double skill attached to it which could come in handy for me if used well in a fight, one that could boost my speed and the other can blend into the shadows, it was a set of skills fit for an assassin, don't you think?.

The dagger disappeared from my hands, now resting in the embrace of my system until I wanted to summon it at least.

" System"

Name: Michael Arden

Class: Shadow Monarch

Affinity: Divine Shadow & Lightning

Innate Talent: Lineage of the Shadow God

Strength: 1.02

Agility: 1.50

Endurance: 2.01

Speed: 1.50

Dexterity: 1

Essence Capacity: 2.05

Intelligence: 2.50

Luck: 0.50

Skill: ---

Weapons: obsidian blade fang

Shadow Familiar Bonds: ---

[Warning: Core system still evolving. Further functions will unlock as system evolve .]

There was a lot I don't know about my system right now, " hmm, my luck increased is it because I found this pair of dagger's is that how the luck in my works?" I said will pondering about it. " It looks like the instructor is not yet back " I decided to continue talking a look at the weapons till then.

I felt something anchoring me to a part of a room, I decided to follow the sudden call, if it could even be called that.

" Hmmm, what's that" near one of walls a bow was there, hidden very well that I was sure most people won't be able to find it , is this what was calling me. I walked towards the bow

The bow looked like it had been carved from midnight.

Its limbs swept outward in a jagged, elegant arc, each curve shaped like the wing of a bird of prey—or perhaps something older, something celestial. The surface was a deep, shimmering black, with faint hints of violet and blue that pulsed beneath it like starlight seen through storm clouds. Not painted. Not dyed. As if the cosmos itself had been poured into its core and locked behind the surface.

At the center, just above the grip, a crown-like crest jutted upward, jagged and regal, like a fragment of some forgotten constellation. It wasn't just decoration,it gave the whole weapon a presence, like it was meant to be wielded by someone chosen, not someone lucky.

Each end of the bow flared into talon-like spikes, wicked and graceful. The string between them was thin and dark, but not fragile,tension thrummed through it, as if it were waiting, impatient, to be drawn. Glimmering markings traced along the limbs, too faint to read, like the remnants of a language older than the stars.

It wasn't a weapon meant for the battlefield only It was meant for the hunt. For striking from shadow and silence.

Holding it felt like balancing silence and power in your hands. It wasn't heavy, but it demanded stillness, precision, and something more than brute strength. There seems to be something pulling towards it like we had something in common but I didn't know what it was yet.

" System"