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The whole world flocks to the commercial port of Liyue, much to the city's pride.
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With the tides of people also come exotic treasures.
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This greatsword is expertly made with the finest materials. It is unique in that the edge closest to the wielder has been left dull.
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The dull edge is said to have been used as the hilt, enabling the wielder to switch forms by constantly shifting hand positions in combat.
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Though it is rarely acknowledged, this greatsword was in fact a foreign bladesmith's labor of love.
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The bladesmith knew himself to be dull of wits, and was anxious that this blade should not follow suit. Hence, he worked painstakingly on sharpening and balancing his beloved blade.
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Sparks flew as the bladesmith worked through many sleepless nights.
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The sword was recast and re-tempered countless times.
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All the while his mind was consumed with the hope of his lover's return, as well as his untold anxiety for her well-being.
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"After the war is over..."
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The bladesmith would ponder briefly, each time he paused for breath.
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"Will this blade still be of use to her?"
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"Will she even make it home safely?"
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These thoughts would linger in his mind for but a moment before he cast them aside and refocused his full attention on the blade.
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Indulging irresolvable anxieties was a futile endeavor — better to focus his faculties on creating the perfect welcome-home gift.
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Finally, the day came when the triumphant expeditionary force entered the city gates, their monstrous foes defeated at last.
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But the bladesmith had not had time to carve his lover's name onto the blade's body.
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With no time to lose, he grabbed the sword and rushed to meet his lover on the occasion of her return.
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Unfortunately, what would transpire next was to be an unbearable anticlimax.
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As the warrior removed her helmet, long, soft hair flowed down. She was growing her hair out, and hence would never need to wield a blade again for the rest of her days.
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Meanwhile, she had brought her lover a gift, too: A shiny new hunting bow.
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"Romance is dead! I wasted all these years making you this greatsword, and now you don't even need it!"
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The bladesmith was thoroughly miserable and would not stop complaining about the unfairness of it all. But his efforts had by no means been in vain — at least he had finally succeeded in making a blade of the very finest quality.
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