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I stared intensively at my sword once I summoned it back into my sheath.
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<Status System>
[System Owner]: [Scarlet]
[Race]: [Lesser Magic Sword]
[Rank]: [D-]
[Level]: [0/25]
[EXP]: [0/5000]
[Class]: [Blazing Blade]
[HP]: [620/620]
[MP]: [550/550]
[Strength]: [750]
[Defense]: [500]
[Magic]: [500]
[Resistance]: [350]
[Agility]: [400]
[Luck]: [50]
[Charm]: [50]
{Skills}: [Living Sword: Lv1] [Elemental Absorption: Lv1] [Material Assimilation: Lv1] [Aura Blade Slash: Lv1] [Blazing Sword: Lv1] [Demonic Aura: Lv1]
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It seemed to have gained a soul now, but it couldn't really speak, or anything of that sort. It merely stood there and overflowed with energy. I quickly unsheathed it as we walked downstairs, looking at the blade with fascination. My friends looked at me with weird faces, wondering what's gotten into me out of the sudden.
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