I look around, the room the black hero brought me to is strange and suspicious, it's simple, but simple in a strange way.
The black hero sits in a chair, throwing his sword to the floor without caring much about it while gesturing with his hand for me to sit in another chair.
'This sword...still as bizarre as ever' The sword seems to pulse with a life of its own, made of his flesh, it's a truly bizarre weapon.
'Not that I can talk much' I use my own obsession to form the bullet [Aya] so I also use my body as a weapon.
"You seem interested in my sword, it's a beautiful weapon, don't you think?" He speaks with a tone that's too conceited.
"It's ugly, just like you"
"Your honesty is painful, I'd prefer if you didn't call my beautiful appearance 'ugly', I'm much better than several monsters, you know?" He speaks, referring to his humanoid body.
