LEGEND OF TWIN SWORDS

REVIVAL

In a faraway place, more precisely on an island known as the island of the god.

God Island is a fertile and rich island with several kingdoms living in it peacefully.

Island of the god got its name inseparable from the legend that tells that their island is a piece of heaven that fell to the world.

Where the piece of heaven that fell is a place for the god to reside. Apart from being known as the island of the god, it is also known as one of the best places to forge weapons.

Weapons originating from the island of god, famous for their quality and power in uniting existing magic elements.

Of the many weapons craftsmen that exist on the island of god, there is one weapons craftsman who is very famous among the great sorcerers.

The expert has the nickname MPU, which is a title that means maestro of making magic weapons.

The MPU lives in a remote place on the west coast of the island of the gods, a quiet place that is difficult for humans to reach and explore.

On a cliff on the coast of the island of the gods, a 17-year-old youth seems to be staring intently at the beautiful blue ocean in front of him.

The young man has a handsome physique, with black and golden hair and white skin. The young man's height is relatively high at his age, which, if examined closely, has a height of more than 180cm.

With a good looking physique he is a heart touching young man.

" There he is!!!!" With sharp eyes the young man shouted seeing an animal appear to be swimming towards the beach.

"Jump" in a hurry the young man ran towards the beast.

It's just that from the height of the cliff which is more than 5 M it can be ascertained that the young man must have good physical and magical strength.

Because if not, it is certain that he will be seriously injured or even die if he jumps from that height.

"Running….fast until the young man collided with the waves crashing on the beach, he stopped right in front of the animal.

A large shelled beast with slow motion, seemed to stop in front of the young man's feet.

His body that was nearly two meters in diameter looked oppressive, only to come back in front of the young man no heart fluctuations occurred.

"Lifting" without much delay the young man lifted the giant tortoise that was in front of him.

" Hahahah…finally I got you ... .don't try to run anymore….." happily lifted a large turtle that weighed hundreds of kilograms.

The young man then led the turtle towards the beach, where he headed to a wide rock not far from his position.

"Turning the turtle back on its back" he then took out a short, sharp knife that looked cold.

" Hahahah…. just hold on for a while, and I don't ask for much" still talking to the turtle himself, the young man then started cutting the tip of the turtle shell he was carrying.

Until a few moments later he got what he was looking for.." hahaha...with your black turtle shell...my homemade weapon will definitely be much better...ok...thank you for your cooperation" happily kept the tortoise shell pieces he had 10cm in diameter.

Returning the turtle to the beach, the young man then walked happily towards the inside of the beach.

Leaving the turtle confused and not knowing what happened.

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"Ting…Ting…Ting…Ting…." Constant forging sounds rang out from the direction of a simple, beautiful house.

The house is made of wood and bamboo, with a simple architecture, however, anyone who sees the house will feel amazed because the harmony with nature is very good.

It's as if the house is part of nature and not something made and placed there.

The house is two-storey with a hut being roofed with coconut leaves beside it.

If you look closely, the hammering sound came from there, and sure enough, in that modest hut, a middle-aged man with a black and white beard and long, tied hair was forging a weapon.

His body didn't look that sturdy but it was definitely clad in tight muscles, there was a sharp look reflected in his eyes as he forged the weapons he made.

"Grandpa.....grandpa..." a voice called from a young man was heard and seemed to be calling the middle-aged man.

Stopping his smithing action, then the middle-aged man shouted back "what's wrong?????.....why are you bothering grandpa??" With a dissatisfied tone the middle-aged man replied.

"Hahahah.... I've got grandfather's, black turtle shell" replied the young man.

"Give it and let this old man see if it's true

!!" Said stretched out his hand to ask for the turtle shell.

"This" took out from his clothes the young man handed over the tortoise shell which was black with a hard texture.

"Well…. this is old age, at least over 50 years old, you meet the requirements" the grandfather replied to his grandson.

"Hahahah…well…then the weapon I made can be said to be finished soon…" laughed happily at the confirmation from his grandfather.

The happy atmosphere between the two was disturbed when the sound of an ox cart was heard approaching towards them.

Glaring at each other the two had guesses in their hearts as to who the guest that was coming towards them was.

And from a distance under the canopy of existing coconut trees, a simple oxcart pulled by a clean white cow appeared to be approaching them.

There was an old man wearing all white clothes and a green scarf around his neck, smoking a pipe driving the cart.

On a closer look there were obvious wrinkles on the elderly man's face except that his bright eyes clearly gave a different picture to the viewer.

Moreover, there was an obvious friendly smile as the figure looked at the two people in front of it.

"Hoooooooooo….." pulled the reins on the cow to stop the bullock cart.

"Hahaha ... .my good friend Arthur ... .finally you are here" the grandfather kindly welcomed the middle-aged man.

"Hahaha ... .good…..it's also nice to meet you again Wiliam" both of them hugged each other warmly.

And there was a smile on the corner of the young man's lips when he saw his grandfather embracing a middle-aged man named Arthur.

After the two released their embrace, Arthur's gaze fixed on the young man and there was clear appreciation in his eyes.

" Hi…..Bruce…how are you!!! You look amazing at such a young age!!" Arthur complimented the young man.

" Hahah…Grandpa Arthur you can do it, it's been 3 years you haven't come to us!!" Bruce replied kindly to Arthur.

"Yeah… how else, your grandfather Arthur's job is quite busy…" replied in a helpless tone to Bruce.

"Ok ... .then you must be tired, come on let's go into the house" Bruce's grandpa William interrupted and took Arthur into the house, leaving the oxcart for Bruce to arrange.

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At the dinner table, the two middle-aged men exchanged stories about their various experiences over the past 3 years.

On the other hand, Bruce didn't want to disturb the two of them, he just went to the forging furnace where he would perfect the weapons he made.

"Ting…Ting…Ting…Ting…." Hammering sounds rang out from the small hut.

And William and Arthur who were currently busy talking looked at each other, there was a clear appreciation in Arthur's eyes about Bruce's behavior.

"You have a good grandson, William," Arthur praised as he lifted the drink cup.

"Hahaha...where...only a strict education made him like that" William replied with satisfaction and pride.

"What level has Bruce reached now?" Arthur asked again.

"He just graduated from the middle class of a weapons maker, there is still a lot of time and effort to get him to the advanced level," said Bruce proudly about the achievements made by Bruce.

Because just to get to the beginner level, a weapons maker needs at least 5 more years to graduate, and to the next level, namely intermediate at least 10 years, then to the advanced level 15-20 years, as for the master level he must have more than 30 years experience and An MPU degree from the pinnacle of arms manufacture requires at least 50 plus years of experience.

Not to mention that the requirement to become a master is to make legendary level magical weapons which only very few gunsmiths can do.

"Incredible…. his talent is very good, at only 17 years old he has reached that stage, you are really a lucky old man" Arthur praised once again.

"Ok enough talking about Bruce, this time there is something important I want to tell you" William said to Arthur.

" What is that??? You look so serious??" Arthur asked curiously.

"The legendary sword seems to be alive again" said Wiliam briefly.

Hearing William's words, Arthur suddenly became shocked, because he never imagined that the legendary sword William accidentally found, which had definitely lost his soul and could only be called an antique weapon, would now suddenly come back to life.

"Are you sure William??? Don't be kidding??? Legendary swords always have a soul, and neither you nor I can confirm that the legendary sword you found is truly dead and has no soul left" Arthur still couldn't believe what he was saying by William.

"Why am I kidding you Arthur, this really happened and I found it yesterday"

said William in a serious tone.

"Ok, then you will show me the legendary sword again, and we will both witness what really happened." Arthur, who found it hard to believe, now had great curiosity to see the changes in the legendary sword.

"Okay I will arrange it tomorrow, this time let's continue our reunion" said William with a happy face to Arthur.

"That's right…get rid of that first hahahah" Arthur happily continued to sip and eat the food that had been prepared.