From the nefarious edge, a slash of black mana manifested, cutting across the trail of gravel. Only by an abrupt stop in his pursuit was Hugo saved from being cut in half, stopping just short of the blade's malice.
"Hey, you bastard—!" The mercenary shouted, grabbing the sentient sword out of the air.
In Hugo's other hand, he brought a rock up before slamming it directly against the sword, which let out a distinct "Yowch!"
"Watch where you're swinging around! You almost cut me to bits, you dumb bastard!" Hugo reprimanded.
"I wish I did, you ugly oaf! Blehhh-!" Baluud taunted, sticking its tongue out.
"Let's kiss and make up, alright?" Hugo said with a smirk, holding the pommel of the sword by his mouth.
"As if! Who knows where that tongue of yours has been!" The cursed blade rejected with shrill laughter.
Noah could only look on in disbelief at what he was witnessing. A man and a sword, bickering like patrons in a tavern—though that was far from important to him.
