The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4814

The Heavensword was a beautiful weapon.

Some fine weapons looked like nothing more than an average standard-issue product that could readily be picked up from a weapon rack.

Other weapons looked like they belonged in a gallery or a museum.

The Heavensword definitely fell into the latter category.

Many people used different words to encapsulate its beauty, appearance and presence.

The words sacred and heavenly were often used as descriptors.

In truth, no word could ever fully describe the majesty and the transcendent nature of this relic weapon.

The sword already looked ornate in its sheathed form. It possessed a white and sacred appearance and clearly looked as if it had survived through the ages.

There were many rumors flying around about the quality of the weapon.

Ketis could immediately recognize that it was at least a masterwork weapon, though it far surpassed any other masterwork that she had ever seen up to this point!

Just the act of pulling it out of its sheath completely changed the surrounding environment.

Even though the Heavensword Saint did his best to suppress the fluctuations of the mighty weapon, he was too weak to tame the enormous amount of energies locked inside its form.

Ketis widened her eyes when she realized that the Heavensword Saint wasn't as impressive as she previously thought.

Every swordmaster was a literal master of the sword. They could wield any sword and tame even the most unruly of blades.

Whether it was physical swords, electrified swords, plasma swords or more exotic sword types, a qualified swordmaster possessed the ability to harness all of them. Perhaps they needed a little time and practice to get a grip on the more advanced technological features of the weapons, but eventually they should be able to prevent their swords from going out of control.

Sword saints should be even better in this regard as they could not only wield every sword to a superhuman degree, but also change it by baptizing them with their willpower!

Just as how ace pilots were able to transform their ace mechs into stronger and more fitting machines over time, the more powerful sword saints should theoretically be able to do the same with their swords!

As the Heavensword Saint fully unsheathed the sword which granted him his current title, Ketis practically dropped her jaw when she realized the truth of the powerful swordsman state.

Ketis' thoughts turned into a mess of confusion even as Sharpie worked harder than ever to keep her mind sober. The Heavensword's dense and uncompromising domain constantly battered her mind and steadily drained her recently boosted willpower.

Just staring at the glowing blade of the Heavensword was enough to knock ordinary people unconscious!

"Sir… you…"

"Hm, you have noticed it, I see." The old man in robes gently replied. "You have picked up on it remarkably quickly. I see that your education and work experience as a mech designer is availing you well."

It took a few more seconds for Ketis to compose herself. "Your sword… the Heavensword… does not appear to be under your control. Instead, it looks the other way around. The Heavensword… has you under its thrall."

She had heard how the inheritors of the legendary Heavensword gave up their previous swords and the swordsmanship they had developed throughout their lives in order to take up the mantle of the Heavensword Saint.

Ketis thought that this was a chance of a lifetime to swordmasters. Anyone who obtained the blessing of the Heavensword would instantly break through to the rank of sword saint without exception!

The wielders of the Heavensword even mastered the right sword style to utilize this sword in combat as well, allowing them to use the sword as it was meant to be used.

She realized that all of the Heavensworders who spoke about this inheritance mechanism had been affected by a positive bias.

While their assumptions and expectations were not wrong, they were missing the darker side of this phenomenon.

A more complete and unflattering description of what went on was that the Heavensword had become so powerful that no swordmaster could ever tame its powerful and domineering essence.

"I used to be a fencer when I was a swordmaster." The Heavensword Saint spoke. "I wielded my fencing sword with precision and finesse. Those days are over now. I have not forgotten how to wield my old weapon, but I have lost the foundation that I built up over many decades that enabled me to strike faster and punch through any form of defense. The Heavensword does not need all of that. It demands a different wielder, one who performs slashes with force and one that constantly desires to spread heaven to the wider galaxy."

Those words sounded horrifying to a true sword practitioner like Ketis.

She understood what the saint was conveying. She could clearly see and feel how the bond between the man and his sword had turned into a demonic embrace that caused the weaker party to take on the traits of the stronger party.

In normal cases, it should have been the swordsman who imprinted his will and self onto his weapon.

Instead, the Heavensword's rich energies and whatever traits its original wielder passed on caused the blade to be so unshakeable that they transformed the subsequent holders without any other consideration!

This was a horrifying process and one that robbed any hard-working swordmaster of his or her life's work.

"Why?" Ketis asked.

"That is a long story. You should easily be able to guess many of the reasons with your intelligence. However, when it comes down to it, the Heavensword needs a wielder, and it is better for that person to be a vetted swordmaster than a tyrant who will get lost in its power. A weapon as ancient and powerful as this has many demands. If it is not satisfied, nobody knows what it will do. You can say that aside from preserving our ancient swordsmanship heritage, our state exists to contain its desires."

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