Medakkaru went to the white sword merchant in the nearest town to trade the white dragonstone. His place was of brown color, with two stories. The owner led him upstairs, which had cream-colored walls, and a row of glass-covered shelves were in full display, showing the different items as well as white swords.
Medakkaru chose the sharpest one he could find and tested it with his both hands or one hand, since there was a testing area. It was spacious and solid, which satisfied him. The targets were cut smoothly, and the magical black sword that attacked the tester appeared powerful and helped exhibit the white sword’s double-edged magnificence, precision and fierceness to destroy its opponent.
“I’ll take this one,” he said, admiring the wavy long sword flamberge with diamonds and long pro
