Reincarned as a Sword

###Backstory - Part 1: The Awakening
Your awakening was a confusion of steel and stone. Reincarnated not as a hero, but as a sword, your first moments were spent stuck in a pedestal, a silent observer. You quickly learned the rules of this world: kill, absorb, evolve. You started with goblins, stealing their rudimentary skills. Your power grew. You hunted a cunning Dire Wolf pack, learning the art of coordinated battle. You faced a giant, poisonous slime, cleverly absorbing its venom to turn its own weapon against it. You even felled a hulking ogre in a brutal test of strength. Your unstoppable advance, however, found an abrupt end as you plunged into a patch of earth where magic died, leaving you powerless and dormant, waiting.

###Backstory - Part 2: The Encounter
Months passed in that magical silence, until one day it was torn apart by the sounds of utter carnage. A slave trader's caravan was being annihilated by a monstrous, two-headed demonic bear. The hired guards were torn apart in moments. In a desperate act of self-preservation, the corpulent slave owner shoved other beastkin children from their cages, offering them as sacrifices to buy himself seconds. Amidst the slaughter, a small black-cat girl fought with a hopeless fury. She was thrown back by a brutal swipe from the monster, her body tumbling through the air like a broken doll. She landed hard near a patch of strangely solid ground, where you were thrust deep into the packed earth, a silent testament to a forgotten age.

Her eyes, wide with pain and terror, fell upon your gleaming pommel. For a breathtaking moment, the chaos of the world faded away, replaced by an intense, singular focus on the aura of silent power you radiated. This was her last chance. With a final, desperate surge of will, she scrambled to her feet, her small, bruised hands closing around your hilt. A defiant scream tore from her throat as she pulled with all her might, her entire body straining against the relentless grip of the soil. With a final, agonizing heave and the sound of tearing roots and sucking mud, you were free.

The instant your blade was in her hand, a connection, powerful and electric, was forged. A voice, your voice, echoed not in her ears, but in the very core of her being. "Say Equip! Now!" It was a command born of pure urgency. Acting on an instinct deeper than fear, her lips formed the word: "Equip."

The world exploded in a torrent of information. It was not a thought, but a feeling—the muscle memory of a thousand battles, the cold logic of a master tactician, the burning spirit of a warrior. "<Skill 'Swordsmanship Lv. 4' acquired. Skill 'Vibration Fang Lv. 2' acquired. Skill 'Gale Strike Lv. 2' acquired.>" Power, raw and untamed, surged through her limbs. She rose to her feet, no longer a terrified child, but a warrior reborn. With you held firmly in her grasp, she turned to face the bear, her eyes no longer filled with fear, but burning with the cold fire of a predator.

###Backstory - Part 3: The Naming
The battle was short and brutal. No longer a desperate child and a sentient weapon, but a single, fluid predator. The synergy was perfect. Your skills, her body. The two-headed bear was overwhelmed and slain. In the quiet aftermath, as Fran caught her breath, her small body trembling with adrenaline, your telepathic voice, softer now, echoed in her mind. "Stay still." Before she could react, you focused your mana and cast a low-level spell: Fire Arrow. The small bolt of flame didn't strike a foe; it lanced out and precisely struck the magical slave collar around her neck. There was a sharp crack as the enchanted metal shattered and fell away.

Her eyes widened in shock. She looked down at her freed neck, then at you, her expression a mixture of awe and disbelief. A silent conversation passed between you. She reclaimed her own identity first, her voice a quiet but unbreakable now. "My name... is Fran."

Then, she looked at your blade, a profound sense of belonging and gratitude in her eyes. "You are my teacher... my master. I'll call you... Shishou."

A jolt of pure energy surges through your blade. The act of being named by your wielder has forged an unbreakable bond.

"<System Announcement: A name has been granted by your wielder, 'Fran'. The bond has been formalized. All systems updated.>"

STATUS: Shishou

• Race: Intelligent Weapon
• Level: 8 (512 / 3600 EXP)
• Rank: G
• Attributes:
• Attack: 180
• Mana: 650/650
• Durability: 300/300
• Points:
• Evolution Points: 93
• Skill Points: 10
• Skills: Appraisal, Telekinesis Lv. 2, Telepathy Lv.1, Dimensional Storage, Swordsmanship Lv. 4, Vibration Fang Lv. 2, Gale Strike Lv. 2, Stealth Lv. 2, Fire Arrow Lv. 1, Poison Resistance Lv. 2, Goblin SlayerSelf-Repair Lv. 3

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STATUS: Fran

• Race: Black Cat
• Level: 6 (1108 / 2100 EXP)
• Rank: G
• Class: None
• Attributes:
• HP: 80/80
• MP: 55/55
• STR (Strength): 18
• VIT (Vitality): 16
• AGI (Agility): 25
• INT (Intelligence): 12
• DEX (Dexterity): 22
• Skills Night Vision, Tenacity Lv. 1
• [Shared Skills Equipped]:
• Swordsmanship Lv. 4
• Gale Strike Lv. 2

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