It was another normal day at the mansion, meaning Derek was training while everyone else did whatever nonsense they usually did.
He stood in the courtyard, his greatsword cutting through the air with precise, disciplined movements. His strikes were controlled, his footwork perfect, and the sheer force of his swings sent small gusts of wind across the yard.
Anna, passing by, stopped at the entrance of the courtyard. She watched him for a moment before smirking.
"A Sword Graveyard is going to appear soon."
Derek froze mid-swing. His eyes widened.
"…What?"
Anna raised an eyebrow. "What? You didn't know?"
Derek turned fully to her, gripping his sword tightly. "Are you sure?"
Anna shrugged. "I don't make guesses."
Derek stared, processing this information. "In this era…?" he muttered to himself, almost in disbelief.
Anna, seeing his reaction, looked mildly surprised. "Huh. I thought you'd know."
Derek's grip on his sword tightened. "No one knows when they'll appear. If what you're saying is true, this is…" He exhaled. "Unbelievable."
Anna smirked. "Well, not my problem." And with that, she walked off.
The rest of the group, having overheard part of the conversation, swarmed Derek the moment Anna left.
Bob crossed his arms. "Alright, explain. What's a Sword Graveyard?"
Jim tilted his head. "Yeah, yeah, should we be worried?"
Marcus nodded. "Or excited?"
Bam just stared. "Or both?"
Derek took a deep breath before speaking.
"There is no exact time for when it appears, but after long periods of time, a portal to another dimension opens at random. This place is called the Sword Graveyard."
Jim frowned. "Sounds dramatic."
Derek nodded. "As its name suggests, it's a graveyard of swords. Thousands—maybe millions—of swords, from ancient weapons to modern blades, are scattered across a mystical battlefield."
Bob grinned. "So wait. If you pull a sword, it's yours?"
Derek nodded. "If the sword chooses you."
Bob clapped his hands together. "Alright. New plan. I'm gonna pull as many swords as possible and sell them!"
Silence.
Derek sighed. "That's not how it works."
Bob waved him off. "Pfft, how hard can it be? Just grab 'em and cash in!"
Derek crossed his arms. "It's not about strength. If you force a sword that doesn't accept you, it could kill you."
Bob blinked. "...Oh."
Jim grinned. "Still feeling confident, moneybags?"
Bob crossed his arms. "I mean… mostly."
Marcus chuckled. "Good luck with that."
Bam smirked. "At least we'll have something fun to watch."
Derek, still focused, muttered, "If this is really happening… then I can't miss this."
Marcus smirked. "So, what kind of sword are you hoping to find?"
Derek's expression hardened. "One that truly belongs to me."
The group nodded, already sensing that this was about to turn into another ridiculous adventure.