Three years have passed... Three years have passed since they were summoned back into this world. The trust and anticipation they had felt for their masters when they first appeared had, over the years, turned into bone-deep hatred and bottomless despair.
They had fought back, but all they got in return were the mangled bodies of swords from the same school and fragments too broken to piece together...
They had already grown numb by degrees, and let themselves sink further into that numbness. But by chance, during a special limited forging event held by the government, they successfully forged a sword spirit capable of saving every sword!
"I am the Wu Zetian Sword. Above, I strike down corrupt rulers; below, I cut down treacherous ministers. I have answered your summons."
[Please Read: 1. This story is entirely fictional. There is no such thing as the Wu Zetian Sword. It's made up.
2. Written for love, with no outline.
3. Includes depictions of dark sword warriors who have never been harmed themselves, but were corrupted by their masters' disappearance.
4. No unreasonable writing advice, please.
5. I'm sensitive, so if you have nothing nice to say, don't say it.]
Theme: Punish evil and bring goodness to the world
Nice! Looking forward to the next article!
Oh oh! Come on, Dad!