My name is Gourd, and this is my sword, Heart Desire.
I picked up the sword. I saw it was valuable, so I picked it up and carried it with me so that I could pawn it for money at any time.
In order to sell the sword at a good price, I spent the few silver coins I had on repairing and polishing it. Don't tell me, it's really like that.
Squatting on the edge of the bridge holding a sword and eating pancakes, it looks so majestic.
Am I really a natural swordsman...
Intention: Growth is as painful as cramps and bone peeling