Brandon
I sat upright, as I found it uncomfortable to lie down. I had been thinking so much about the problem that I became restless. How would I face the enemies on the war front when I had a big phobia for blood? I could imagine myself fainting the instant I drew my sword away from the enemy's chest.
"Dammit," I murmured, and scattered my hair frustratedly. "I had better try hard to control or even banish this unnecessary phobia from my life."
I stood up and slowly walked to the armor, which was close to my cabinet. The armor was worn on an iron statue and it also had a sheath. It was just one of my many swords which I own.
The sword slid out of the sheath with a soft hiss, the metal glinting in the sunlight. The blade was so sharp that it seemed to vibrate with energy, as if it were
