บท 37: Chapter 37 - Red Crescent Sickles and Determination
After Axel purchased the sickles, he also learned that they had a name.
The names of the two sickles were red-crescent sickles. He liked the names and asked the owner if they had any history.
The man only said that they most likely have some sort of history, but it is all lost and unknown.
Axel wondered who created these two red sickles and what kind of person he would be, but he knew thinking about these kinds of things I don't have a reason for him right now. In the future, if he has time, he may look into it, but not right now.
He had other plans that he needed to complete before thinking about the history of a weapon that he just acquired and had never even used.
Axel sat on the edge of his bed, looking at the two sickles on the table.
The two red sickles with the name "Red Crescent" glistened in the light of the moon coming through the window, their edges razor-sharp and deadly. The bright red color was striking, a bold symbol of their power and purpose.
The sickles were beautifully crafted, with the handle of each one expertly molded to fit comfortably in the hand.
The curves of the blades were fluid, almost graceful, giving them a sense of motion even when they were at rest. The metal was polished to a high shine, reflecting the light and giving them an almost ethereal glow.
In the right hands, these sickles were weapons to be reckoned with, capable of delivering swift and devastating blows.
But they were so much more than just tools of destruction. They were works of art, each one unique and imbued with a character all its own.
As Axel gazed upon them, he felt a sense of pride and awe.
These were his weapons and his tools, and with them, he would become the master of his craft.
He knew that with each training session, each strike, and each block, he was one step closer to unlocking the full potential of these magnificent red battle sickles.
Axel kept staring out the window at the bustling cityscape.
He was lost in thought and stopped for a moment to contemplate the upcoming fight between Gon and Hisoka.
He had been following their journey for some time and was eager to see how the battle would unfold.
As he gazed out, his mind wandered to his training. He was fascinated by the art of using sickles as weapons and was determined to master the technique or anything else he needed.
Ten days later, Hisoka and Gon will be fighting, and fifteen days later, the events of the Phantom Triple Arc will have started.
He wanted to watch the fight between Gon and Hisoka.
"I need to be quicker," he muttered to himself.
"My strikes must be sharper and more precise."
"I must be able to react instantly to any threat."
With a determined nod, Axel stood up and grabbed his sickles.
He began to practice his movements, the blades slicing through the air with deadly precision.
He could feel himself improving with each strike, getting closer to his goal of becoming a master of the sickles.
"I will be ready," he thought with determination.
"I will be ready for anything that comes my way."
"Stop me from doing what I want to do at all times."
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