Chance 1/2

Hurt and without the slightest idea of ​​what to do, he leaned back on the strangely cozy floor and began to look closely around him since the sight of his old partner hurt him more than he wanted to admit.

What was his surprise when he realized that there were innumerable doors around him

"I swear there weren't this downright scary amount of doors when I first looked at it."

Surprised and curious at the abnormality of all this, he promptly approached the closest one trying to open it….

Mpfmmmpppff

Pulling harder and harder on the stupid door that refused to open, he began to kick it, but the door remained unscathed by his futile efforts.

Tired of the uselessness of this, he went and continued trying to open any of the nearby doors….

(500 TRIES AFTER)

UFFF

"This is definitely not my day, rejected by my sword and now by all these stupid doors, to hell everything", childishly sulking, he fell to the floor refusing to make any more efforts.

Giving a glance at his old sword, he closed his eyes, swallowing the bitterness that began to seize him, reflecting on the question that he kept asking himself since he opened his eyes in this world.

"Who am I" I utter those words aloud, being suddenly overwhelmed by the memories of a child almost broken by the avalanche of memories impossible to stop and in an effort to stay sane, selectively forgetting the main trigger of those memories

His identity

"Oh Sword of the selection, forgotten and departed.

Strengthened by soul ties shared in xx lifetimes.

Fulfill your purpose, either before your blade or before someone else's edge.

A king will be anointed, a king will be needed.

The promise made from the moment of your creation

Our promise broken in time of need

They will all be fulfilled in this last life of mine

So grant me the power to split the wicked "

CALIBURN

Once again he extended his hands before HIS sword, at the moment of taking his hilt he did not receive the waves of pain with which he was received for the first time, on the contrary a relaxing current that soon spread throughout his body.

With a jerk, the blade came out without any resistance from the stone that imprisoned it, raising in the air the sword that returned to his hands after so long, broken and reforged. It was time for the world to witness his greatness once again.

"Let's renew my sword ties, just as we did in the old days let me recite my promise before your blade"

I promise to bring bliss to the people

I promise to follow the path of justice regardless of the obstacles in my way

I promise that your blade will only taste the blood of the wicked.

I promise to fulfill what I forgot

I promise **** * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * **