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Techno looked over his collection.
He traced a sword with his fingertips.
‘How,’ he thought. ‘Could this be so pristine..?’
Beautiful, he'd say. Magical, even.
It was shiny.
Sparkling.
They way he'd always cleaned them.
Keeps them nice, he'd say.
But one stood out from them all.
The Axe of Peace.
A shining, glowing, netherite axe.
Used by many, kept by one.
He loved all his weapons.
But the Axe of Peace..
It was different..
The way it shone if the light hit it perfectly..
The way he could run his finger over every bump and angle it had..
The way it could easily hit anything and cut it instantly..
And..
They way it was used differently by every person it belonged to..
Techno wondered, if one day..
He could learn the ways himself, someday