861 Star Force

The young man's sword slightly twisted in his hand, the flat of its blade catching the blue rays of sun coming from the distance and sparkling with a translucent sheen. 

He wasn't sure why it was he had looked in that direction, it was just the feeling of something familiar. As for what it was, he had no idea. 

"Curious."

His robes fluttered, his steps seemingly slow but his true pace being at tens of meters a second. He seemed to effortlessly glide forward. 

His sword vibrated in his hands continuously, almost eager to the point of flying out of his hand. 

"Haha!" He could no longer hold back his grin. "It's been a long while since I, the Sword Deity, has met something that made my blade thirst."