[Protagonist's POV]
It split in half, dropping—
"…"
"…"
Feeling her rage spike, I counted—one, two, three—and plugged my ears—
"That damn bastard!!!!"
Her furious scream echoed, clutching a broken—fake—sword—
"C-Calm down—deep breaths…"
"Calm?! He played me! Knew I'd obsess over this—argh!!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
She pulverized the wall with the broken hilt—I shut up, avoiding becoming the wall—
People need to vent sometimes—
Not fear—definitely not—
Mhm.
Clang! Clang!
Ten minutes of backpedaling and watching her rage—
"…Phew. Finally calmed down."
She wiped her brow, looking relieved—
"…Sure you're calm?"
"Yeah… my fault for missing such an obvious trap. He knew I'd lose it seeing 'my sword'—but think about it, no way it'd be here. It's too precious."
"That precious?"
It looked special, but I don't get swords—
In wuxia, aren't they just sharper, rust-proof, durable?
At her level, does a weapon even matter?
I'd figured it was sentimental—but seems there's more—
