"Little Sword Spirit, let me ask you something, do you not have a name?"
"Whether I have a name or not, what does it have to do with you?"
The man's voice seemed slightly deep, and also slightly surprised: "Talking to me like this, are you truly not afraid that I might just erase you, this Sword Spirit? Little Sword Spirit, first of all, let me tell you that the years I have existed are far longer than you imagine. Are you really not afraid of angering me?"
"Afraid of you? Indeed, there seems to be something in this world that I am afraid of, which might be the reason for my existence... but it's not you." The Sword Spirit said, then suddenly fell silent.
"What are you afraid of? Well, I know you won't answer that, but can you tell me why you always refer to yourself as 'I'?" the man asked.
"It's a... very distant story." The Sword Spirit's voice sounded somewhat complicated.
