'Junks junks junks junks junks goddamnit!'
Ayo lunged another kick into the face of the kobold king who has been on a kneeling position since he started inspecting the equipments he had brought.
With the appraisal skill he could tell at a glance the basic knowledge of an equipment like its durability and a hint of facts from its origin always appeared.
Ayo lifted the estoc sword he picked, it was tempting to use but the blade was already rusting.
'Is this even making any sense? How can almost all the swords that he managed to get from the gate be rusting.'
Their durability were so limited that if he felt like if he hit one on a stone it would break.
Ayo's eyes as it dropped frustrated suddenly sighted a black pommel. It looked fancy and he naturally picked it from the rumbles of metals, lifting up, the rumbles of metal separated slightly to reveal another one like it but white.