Chapter 2: Fell into the garbage dump
This is a huge ruin.
No, it’s not right to call it ruins. It is a giant structure made up of countless small hard objects. The huge volume stands tall, casting a bizarre silhouette under the bluish-purple moonlight.
In the shadow of the huge pile of debris, a small figure was struggling and squirming.
A petite girl in a school uniform, with shoulder-length black hair and a delicate, slightly cute face, completely out of place in the cold and gloomy surroundings.
She was naturally Beichen, who was thrown here by Xiaxue and was completely confused about her situation.
When she woke up, she found herself in ruins. There was no one around her. Her whole body felt like it had been dismantled and reassembled. She was in so much pain everywhere that she couldn't even get angry.
Beichen finally got up from the ground and moved her limbs with difficulty. Immediately, she felt a slight crackling sound in her joints, which made her grimace in pain.
It looks like he has been unconscious for some time, and his body seems extremely stiff.
Feeling a slight hunger, she pursed her lips and touched her stomach.
Anyway, before going to settle the score with Xiaxue, let's find a way to fill our stomach first.
And this place was so ominous—she looked up at the purple-blue moon above her head, then turned back to look at the piles of debris rising and falling around her.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, devoid of any human presence. Only the flickering of unknown fireflies among the ruins added to the eerie atmosphere. Ruins at night were truly terrifying, but Beichen, having lived alone for years, was much braver than the average person. So, she hadn't lost her mind or screamed. Much later, when she thought back on it, she secretly thanked him for a close call, because if she had screamed, she might have been dead.
Beichen took a deep breath of the cool night air, forced herself to calm down, and then looked around. In a place like this, don't expect kind people to appear. She must first find a way to save herself.
First, let's look for anything usable in these ruins, at least to get a weapon for self-defense.
As if to encourage himself, Beichen nodded vigorously, then walked towards the ruins cautiously.
“Huh…”
Beichen blinked, and in the moonlight, she saw clearly the truth behind the piles of ruins.
Garbage dump?
Beichen shook his head in surprise:...It shouldn't be household garbage, otherwise there wouldn't be even a hint of fishy smell.
I reached out and fiddled with it. The garbage pile made a subtle metallic sound, and a thin layer of dust rose in the air. Looking closer—
“…Is it a weapon?”
Beichen couldn't help but mutter to himself. It turned out that the ruins piled up like a hill nearby were actually made up of some damaged weapons!
A sword with a bent blade, a spear with only half its tip, a broken axe, a knife with only the hilt left...
Countless weapons emitting a dead aura, with a thin layer of ash and a slight smell of rust, formed a hill-high weapons mound in front of us.
Beichen was becoming more and more uneasy: such a large place where obsolete weapons were piled up, that meant... there was a war going on nearby?
It seems that I should find something to protect myself - thinking of this, Beichen put all his strength into rummaging through the garbage dump.
This dagger is alright—just as I picked it up to swing it, the blade detached from the hilt and fell off.
The spear seemed to snap, breaking in two.
This greatsword looks intact - unfortunately I can't lift it.
After picking for a long time, the dusty Beichen finally dug out a complete long sword from the garbage dump. It was not very heavy, and the blade was not badly damaged. The length of the hilt was just right for him to hold with both hands.
She walked to a small open space with her sword, adjusted her stance, held the sword, and swung it a few times in a formal manner.
Well, it seems to be quite convenient, so I'll take it.
"Thank you."
“Huh?!”
Beichen stopped swinging his sword and looked around in panic: Did someone just speak?!
But she found nothing. The surroundings were still as quiet as the wilderness, and she could only hear her own breathing. Beichen patted his chest with lingering fear: Could this be some kind of supernatural phenomenon? Although he was quite brave, he couldn't withstand any major disturbance.
After being nervous for a while, Beichen gradually relaxed when he found that nothing strange happened.
Maybe it's because I experienced too many strange things at once, and I might have auditory hallucinations.
She walked back to the garbage dump and dug out the leather belt with the scabbard from where the sword was thrown. It was just the right size and should be a match for the sword.
After tying the belt, Beichen looked at the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth, and wiped the sword vigorously with his sleeve.
"Jian, Jian, look how good I am to you. I don't even care about my own clothes. So please protect me well. My safety depends on you."
She muttered to herself as she carefully polished the sword.
In fact, this sword is quite beautiful, with a white and simple hilt and a blade with a beautiful curve. After being wiped clean, it emits a soft and cool metallic reflection under the moonlight.
"Of course, I will protect you."
“Puwaaa!?”
Beichen jumped up in shock again.
Is this another auditory hallucination? This time, the voice is very clear in my ears!
“Who…who’s talking!?”
Beichen raised his sword to give himself courage, and whispered with trembling body.
"...It's me. The weapon in your hand."
"……ah?"
Beichen looked down at the white sword in his hand with a pale face.
“The sword… the sword is talking!?…Wa ...
Beichen realized it belatedly and let go of the sword. He screamed, threw it away, and jumped back a few steps.
With a crisp "clang" sound, the sword hit the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.
Then, the sword fell silent.
Beichen felt a little regretful. Her behavior just now seemed a bit rude. If she remembered correctly, the sword seemed to have said that it would protect her.
──Although you can't blame her for instinctively throwing something away when she encounters something that can talk...right?
She cautiously took a few steps closer and whispered:
"Um,...did you get hurt from the fall?"
A few seconds later, a clear male voice came from the direction of the sword.
"No, not really."
“…It really can talk. …Sorry for what happened earlier, I was just a little surprised that the sword could talk, so…”
"Please don't apologize. It's normal for you to abandon me. My abilities are too poor to be your weapon."
"Well?"
Beichen scratched his head in confusion, as if the conversation between them was a little confusing. At this moment, Jian spoke again.
"But it's common sense that weapons can speak. Why are you surprised?"
"Weapons of war? ...Common sense?"
...Swords can talk, is that common sense?!
Beichen opened his mouth, staring at the sword on the ground, unable to recover from his shock.
Where on earth did that Xiaxue send her to?!
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