Eyeing the weapon Eve remebered the one that laid in the box at home...It's curved blade had gleamed brilantly in the weak light.. Imagining the sword in her hand Eve felt an odd sensation pass through her...A loss of energy.. but she felt like her will was being granted...She slumped down, her eyes drooping.."Not entirely sure, but they are special. Our Sensei knows more.... but he has been taken from us... hence the busted iron doors you see here." He fingered the hilt of his katana.
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