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On the Banfield family's capital planet, Hydra, there is a group of swordsmiths that I, Liam Sera Banfield, have assembled.

The One-Flash Style is a school that uses katanas.

To have those katanas prepared on the capital planet, I invited craftsmen with proven skills.

I've provided them with the best possible environment to forge these swords, but—

"The feel is the same as before. I think it's a perfect finish—but seeing the looks on your faces, I suppose that's not the case."

In the audience chamber prepared in the mansion, the heads of the swordsmiths are all kneeling before me.

The leader of the group wore a frustrated expression.

"We began the repair work as you requested. However, it seems less like our skills repaired it and more like the sword repaired itself. Lord Liam—I ask this knowing it is disrespectful, but where did you obtain that sword?"

The sword I cherish most is an antique that was once owned by the Goaz Space Pirates, who ravaged the Empire in the past.

It got chipped during a clash with some being called Farabaru, but according to the craftsmen, the sword regenerated on its own.