You clasp your hands, close your eyes,
and focus your will on the temple,
praying with all your heart.
“ Please… let me find the legendary sword.
Grant me the most precious thing in the world.
I believe this journey has already given me something far more valuable than any material thing.”
“ …please allow me to meet the legendary sword,” * you choose to pray of your own free will. *
Somehow, you feel an unshakable sense of faith.
As if the temple will surely grant your wish—
and at the same time, as if you have already received the legendary sword.
A serene, profound feeling fills your heart.
Certain that the sword is now yours, you open your eyes.
Then—
From the sky,
a single beam of light descends,
and within it, a mysterious shape floats in midair.
You release your clasped hands and reach toward the sky.
The shape drifts down through the light and gently settles into your hands.
As it does, the beam of light fades away,
and the sky quietly returns to what it was before.
It is—
a stone.