Shan Wangjiu's Sword

"Yes, I am," the young man answered with a grin. "Hehe, Master. You hadn't realized it yet?"

Alex shook his head. "How was I supposed to?" he asked.

"Fair enough," the young man said. "Yes, I'm a player. Why, does that have anything to do with anything?"

"Not with you, but it has something to do with your sword here," Alex said, showing off the large blade toward the young man.

Shan Wangjiu put on a face of surprise. "You truly are strong, master. I was right to follow you," he quickly said. "I've never been able to pick up this sword as easily as you have. Many have tried too, but they had to give up in the end as well."

"Why do you use something that you can't properly use?" Alex asked him.

The young man shrugged. "Because it looks cool," he said. "I remember reading comics about swordsmen with giant swords. They looked epic in those comics, and I wanted to become similar."