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Fran nodded, hugged the hilt to her chest, and finally closed her eyes. In the silence of the forest, the sword stood watch, a silent sentinel glowing against the dark, waiting for the dawn of their next level.

"If they come," Teacher promised, his blade glowing with a faint, reassuring blue light, "we’ll show them why you don't hunt a Black Cat who carries a God-Slaying Sword."

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"Teacher," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the campfire.

"The blue cats," she said, her eyes narrowing. "They are close." Fran nodded, hugged the hilt to her chest,

Teacher felt a surge of protective mana ripple through his crystalline core. He wasn't just a weapon; he was her guardian, her mentor, and her only family in a world that saw her as a monster. He recalled the moment of his reincarnation—the confusion of being a sword stuck in a pedestal, waiting for someone to claim him. He had expected a legendary hero. Instead, he got a starving girl with a heart of tempered glass. It was the best bargain he’d ever made.

"I’m here, Fran," his voice echoed in her mind, steady and warm. "Rest. Tomorrow we hit the border." "Teacher," she whispered, her voice barely audible over

Inside the sword, the soul of the man once known only as a salaryman shifted. He couldn't feel the wind, but through Fran, he felt everything. He felt her resolve, her lingering hunger, and the way her pulse slowed as she polished his edge with a scrap of monster-hide.