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The old man took me to a somewhat clear place. There was nothing to break or to keep us from fighting, just more beams supporting the roof.

When we got to the center he began to speak.

-Here I have my sword. Let's see, show me that you are not a useless fool, otherwise, the best thing to do is to leave.

He looked very sure of what he was telling me.

I unsheathed my sword and showed it to him. He looked a bit indifferent, he didn't care to see my sword. He didn't give me time to react, he just started making dozens of movements clashing our weapons. Until he finally stopped when he saw that the one he had started to crack a little.

-It's unbelievable.... you damaged my sword. Apparently yours is quite strange. I see why you were talking so much. You have no speed, no reaction, but your sword is resistant.

I decided to clarify everything to the man. I didn't want him to become obsessed with it.

-I found it in a dungeon.

-I see, it can be better, but you have to try harder, at least you
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