Mountain

"Someone in the Physical Improvement realm with no memory of who he was and what he even was, can somehow beat someone like Gerrin and Hanson? Why do I find that hard to believe?" she asked.

"Oh, boss. That's not the only thing about Brother Ning," he said quickly. "His sword is incredible as well. It's a really good sword."

"A good sword?" she asked as she stared at the sword in Ning's hands. "It looks like a normal stone sword to me. It might even be a dirt sword."

"It's a rock sword," Carlos said. "A giant one at that. Nearly as large as this house, I would say."

"As big as this house?" Clara asked suspiciously. She found it hard to believe something that large could exist in the hands of a normal person. "Give me the sword."

Ning frowned a little. Did she want the sword to test it? What if she liked it? Would she kill him to take it from him?