"You want to fuse our Weapon Intents with our Sky Energy, Spatial Powers, and Elents. Yet, for you to call here, it ans you have already tried it and failed many tis," Rean continued. "That should be proof that such a thing is not possible. I think you got it wrong. Instead of fusing them together, what if we change the weapon intent instead?"
Roan was taken aback. "Change the Weapon Intent?"
Rean nodded in response. "Our Weapon Intent started with the Weapon Intent Seed. Then it grew into a Stable Ethereality in the Second Level. Finally, it grew once again, now being able to use the Call of the Weapons to strengthen itself. Do you see what I'm saying? It has always been changing. Each level is nothing like the previous. The next level sure has to be a new form as well. Forget about fusing it with our other powers. Our Weapon Intents already boosts everything else. It doesn't need to fuse. As I said, it is a different concept of existence. It already works with everything."
Roan pondered about Rean's words and had to admit they made sense. "Change into sothing different once again..." Roan looked at his Weapon Intent, which had already reached the limit of the Call of the Weapons Level. "I can feel it wants to give another step forward, but which direction?"
Rean shrugged his shoulders while he held his Black Star Sword. He then activated his own Sword Intent while speaking. "I wish I knew the answer to this question. I can also tell that my Sword Intent has reached the limit of the Third Level and wants to evolve. Who knows? Perhaps it is sothing cool."
Rean quickly made several attack poses that were full of flaws in Roan's eyes. Finally, he finished raising his weapon high above his head before shouting like a superhero from tv series.
"Co forth, Sword Aura!"
Roan's mouth twitched, feeling like giving Rean another beating just to get rid of his frustration of having to watch that.
"As if it was that easy, hahaha!" Rean didn't care about Roan's expression and just laughed at his own joke. Yet...
*Bzzzzzzzz...*
Rean's Sword Intent seed to hear his call. The Ethereal shape covering his Black Star began to change form, just like it did when it evolved from the previous two levels. The ethereal then imbued itself in the Black Star Sword, giving it a white glow that contrasted with the sword's black color.
"This..." Roan looked at Rean's Sword as if he was looking at a ghost. "It can't be that easy, right? RIGHT?!" He asked with resignation as he looked at Rean. "You call Open Sesa, and then there is a fucking cat called Sesa behind that gate. Now you call fucking Sword Aura, and there you go, you now have a fucking Sword Aura. Why don't you call the fusion of both sides of the Universe as well? That would solve all our problems!" Even Roan lost his composure now.
"Co Forth, The Fusion of Both Sides of the Universe!" Rean shouted, giving it a try. After a looooong ti of silence, nothing happened, though. "Well, I tried..."
Roan felt like crying already.
Of course, Rean was as surprised as Roan himself. "Hey, don't look at . It was supposed to be a joke, a joke! I simply thought about those superheroes series and RPG gas and pretended to be a sword-wielding character. I swear I didn't want anything like this to happen. First of all, is this really the Fourth Level of the Sword Intent?"
Roan then took a deep breath and imdiately raised his Scythe against Rean. "There is only one way to find out. Don't use anything else other than this Sword Aura of yours. I'll use my Scythe with the third level of the Weapon Intents, Call of the Weapons."
"Hey, wai-" Rean wasn't prepared at all. Unfortunately, Roan had already attacked. "Shit!"
Roan's Scythe, which had only his Scythe Intent at the third level active, imdiately hit Rean's Black Star Sword.
Although Rean was taken by surprise, he didn't delay in his response. He already had his Sword Aura... or whatever his Sword Intend had turned into... activated. After so many years of training with Roan, Kentucky, and Celis, his reaction was just as good.
*Clang!*
*Crack...!*
Both Weapons were part of a set, so they were literally as strong as the other. Yet, Roan's Call of the Weapons Intent was easily breached, allowing Rean's Black Star and Sword Intent to hit it with incredible force.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
Rean imdiately scread when he saw that. "My White Star Scythe!" There, he could see a small crack on the blade of the huge Scythe, which made his heart bleed. That was his kid, after all.
Roan completely ignored Rean's scream and looked at the crack with surprise. "Such power... So that's the Fourth Level of the Weapon Intent." He then looked at Rean, who imdiately pulled his Scythe from Roan's hand to check the damage. "Share your mories with . I want to understand what you felt when you gave birth to your Fourth Level of Intent."
Rean's tears dropped on the Scythe. He seed to not care about Roan at the mont. "My poor little White Star. What I've done to you..."
*Pah!*
*Ouch!*
Roan then slapped the back of Rean's head, not in the mood to wait for Rean to recover. "Stop the bullshit! You were already planning to upgrade our two weapons with the accumulated Solar Essence anyway. Just take this chance and make it. Now, share your mories with ."
Rean rubbed the back of his head, feeling wronged. "You truly don't understand the feelings of a tallurgist..." Still, he shared his mories before putting the White Star Scythe away. "Whatever, your idea wasn't bad. I guess I can only push for a Divine High-Level upgrade."
He completely ignored Roan after that and left. After these years of cultivation, the Solar Essence in the Sun was indeed enough to reforge the weapons, so now was as good as any other ti to work on them. He would study his Sword Aura later.
As for Roan, he focused on the mories and feelings Rean had when he awakened the Fourth Level Intent before taking out a simple Scythe he used for training. Not long after, the Ethereality of his Scythe transford in the sa way that Rean's Sword Intent did, becoming a Dark Glow over his Scythe. "So that's how it is..."
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