Roman stared at the ashes, his heart heavy with sadness. He had thought Shizen was a cool weapon, and now it was nothing but a pile of dust. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake, if he had been too hasty in his attempt to bond with the sword.
But then, something strange happened. The room began to heat up, and Roman looked up to see the fan spinning rapidly above him. He looked back at the ashes, and his eyes widened in amazement.
The ashes were moving, arranging themselves into a familiar shape. Roman's eyes followed the motion, his heart pounding in his chest. It was a katana, identical to Shizen in every way.
Roman's eyes were glued to the spectacle, his mind reeling with questions. How was this possible? Had he really not destroyed the sword after all?
As he watched, the ashes continued to solidify, taking on a golden and green hue. The colors seemed to shift and shimmer in the light, and Roman felt a strange sense of wonder.