A perfectly good sword, tarnished just like that.
Yi Lin thought to herself upon seeing the sword's form, dark veins branching across it like ink-black blood vessels, ferociously dense.
The original "Sakura Dance Ichimonji," forged from fine steel, now resembled a monstrous spiny blade emerging from some creature's body with those blood vessel-like patterns. Merely the design as the sword was drawn from its sheath felt menacing.
"Unbelievable..."
On the hilt was a hard lump with a crack on it. The crack hadn't opened yet, and Yi Lin recalled the green eye that appeared when the crack opened in Shenzaki City, causing her hand on the sword hilt to tremble slightly.
Such external transformation was just the beginning.
Holding Oda Mai's "Sakura Dance Ichimonji" and drawing its blade from the sheath, the "properties" that appeared before Yi Lin surprised her even more.
