[Future] The sword is not old

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"See? This is a handicraft developed by the working people with wisdom and sweat 3000 years ago, before the ancient earth was engulfed by the sun's flash."

"That era was rich in vegetation resources, and humans used such knives to dissect fruits and vegetables for food."

The old general was a practical fighter, and he was eager to try as soon as he returned to the old house, so he ordered his attendants to bring fresh hard nuts.

Hard fruit, commonly known as metal fruit, is a specialty of Frontier Star.

Skin hardness 4.0, comparable to gold.

Miss Hard Nut looked shy.

"I... it's my first time, please, please be gentle."

I feel like I'm going to die.

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clang--

When the knife was cut down, as expected, the hard and hard fruit did not move at all.

I grinned in pain, my waist clicked, and I almost curled up.

"Oh my gosh... Mr. Fruit Knife, are you all right?"

Miss Nuo Nuo's tone was worried.

I gritted my teeth quickly to appease.

"Of course I'm fine, dear lady."

"Your charming body makes me very nervous, and your fragrant breath makes me want to get closer. The first time I met you, I knew you were unique to me."

"But I'm just a timid and humble blade, not worthy of the noble and beautiful you."

"I must have committed the original sin, because I can't help but imagine—"

"If you have the honor to have a glimpse of your sweet secret garden, even if your body is broken."

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The first way to please women.

I am willing to give everything for you, including my life.

I used this trick to peel 250 apples in one day.

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As if a firework was exploding above her head, the already blushing face of Ms. Nutuoguo became even more radiant.The fruit core in her chest was jumping wildly, and something was ready to come out.

"If... if it's you, it's fine."

The girl lifted her dance skirt, and the bright red and alluring peel split a small slit.

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The old general was amazed.

"Not bad, it can actually compete head-on with Metal Fruit! It is rumored that mechanized production in the industrial age focuses on quantity rather than quality. Now it seems that it is not full of details..."

The old man wiped the surface of my blade clean and put it back into the brocade box.

Miss Hard Nut can't stop saying goodbye to me:

"Mr. Fruit Knife, can I meet you again?"

I forced a smile on my face, and shook my head cruelly and decisively.

"Miss, I don't know."

"I am in my dying years, meeting you at the end of my life is already the greatest honor in my life."

"Forget about all this, one day... you will meet something better."

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This earth-shattering life-and-death farewell was but a blink of an eye.

The old general circled around and returned to this room.

"Hey, why is there a hard nut left here? Erwin, take it and squeeze the juice."

"Yes."

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Alwynn is the name of the squire.

He is the orphan of Huang Xing, and after being adopted by the old general, he voluntarily stayed to be his servant.

The general has many collections, which are displayed in three separate rooms, and the youngsters take care of them in a unified way.

He took me lovingly in his arms and introduced me to his future colleagues.

"This is the King's Sword EX Curry Stick, a replica that the General bought back from FGO Star."

"This is the imitation Demon Sword Muramasa. Every time the general uses it, he will encounter strange bad luck. It has been placed here for ten years."

"This is Frostmourne. According to legend, it was forged by the last dwarf master. The sword body is made of the scales of the Snow Mountain Diamond Beast. It is indestructible."

Looking at the menacing demon sword and demon sword on the wall, my lower body softened, and I felt that this workplace was unfathomable.

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Alwin moistened his throat.

"Finally, I would like to introduce the general's saber."

His finger pointed to the uppermost knife holder, and the long black object made no sound.

how to say……

That guy has neither a blade nor a blade, and even the hilt is unpainted, made like a straight-handled umbrella.

Tsk, baldy.

I nicknamed that guy in my heart and regained my confidence in the workplace.

18

"That is the general's favorite sword, Silver Light."

"It helped the general survive 99 dangerous battles, and escaped from the tiger's mouth every time. After the general retired, he hung this sword here."

"For me, it's not just the sword, it's the belief of the St. Gerry family."

Saint Gerry is the general's surname, and the nebula created by his family accounts for one-tenth of the total area of ​​the Federation.

The boy's eyes were shining, and he looked down at me for a while.

"The general hasn't named you yet, so I'll secretly pick one up for you."

"You just call—"

"FruitKiller!"

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I was put on a strange foreign name and put in a showcase.

The swords chirped excitedly.

"Wow, is this the new knife brought back by the General?"

"It looks so small."

"I heard that it was unearthed from the remains of the ancient earth 3000 years ago. It is an old man who has lived for a long time."

The swords unified their thoughts and howled in unison.

"Hello senior!"

I am flattered.

"How old is the little senior?"

"What do you like?"

"You look so cute, what did you do before?"

The enthusiasm was so overwhelming that I couldn't help it.

The supreme Bald Sword seemed a little annoyed by the noise, and suddenly spoke.

"To shut up."

His voice was different from the usual clank, as if it was electronically synthesized, without emotion.

Birds and beasts scattered all around, and there was no sound.