"Name."
"Fittol, the null-breaking and light-sharp independently moving demon spirit sword."
"Age."
"No idea."
"Gender."
"Huh? I'm a demon spirit. Do I even have a gender?"
"Of course! Some people have toilets for genders; yours is probably 'Demon Spirit Longsword,' right?" Negris scrawled 'Demon Spirit Longsword' in the gender field without hesitation.
"Okay, my gender is Demon Spirit Longsword." Fittol was as obedient as could be, solely because of the barrel of Black Crystals beneath it. If Ange let go, it would plunge straight down.
"Who forged you?" Negris glanced at the cue board in Anthony's hand and shifted the question.
"Forged? Do you mean who created me?" Fittol replied, "I have no idea. From the moment I gained consciousness, I've been the way I am now. My sword is my body."
Negris nodded. "An original Demon Spirit, like the Earth Hammer. So, who gave you your name?"
