Bab 69: Just?

"Woah! Where did you get that?"

"That's the genuine deal, right?"

In the middle of the mansion was a man with long golden hair down to his shoulders. He was standing on the table in the living room so that everyone could see what he was holding.

Everyone watched as he brandished a black short sword with intricate designs of dragons carved onto the very blade itself. Even from afar, everyone could see the quality and value of this weapon. It must have been created by a maestro of the smith, with hands that could turn coal into diamonds.

But this wasn't the only treasure that the young master had. His whole battle suit was clad in different armor and accessories that others would have considered excessive. Even his ears were protected by custom-made earrings.

Atlan, with his enhanced eyesight, saw a familiar mark of a hammer on the hilt of the short sword.

It was the mark of the Masamune family.