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My father handed me a long, elegant silk box, its deep purple hue radiating a mysterious Aura. When I lifted the lid, it revealed a sleek black and red rapier, pulsing with a potent Essence.
This Essence was unmistakable—the powerful, distinctive Aura that Wasp exudes when he fights in his true form.
"He said this is a special rapier crafted from fragments of his own body that you tore apart back then," my father explained.
"It was a task you should've undertaken, but you didn't claim your spoils," Wasp said. "In my tribe, the victor takes a piece of the defeated and forges it into their weapon."
"Y-You turned a piece of yourself into a weapon?!" I exclaimed, utterly astonished. "What piece is this?"
"My antennae and claws," he replied. "I blended them with other high-quality materials to complement their strength, and the form of a rapier came to mind… I recalled a moment when I saw you briefly practicing swordsmanship."
