Chapter 10: No Appraisal?
There was a subdued weight in the blade—not just physical, but suggestive. A whisper of violence. A hum of something still coiled inside it.
She tapped the flat with her finger, watching the red veins flicker in response.
"Hah."
A short, breathy chuckle escaped her lips.
If she wasn't covered in light bruises and dried sweat, she might've grinned.
Instead, she tilted her head, trying not to look too excited as she squinted at the blade. "So... how do I actually know what you are, huh?"
If this was really a world with stats and skills, then there had to be an appraisal function. Some kind of Inspect, Analyze, Check Equipment button.
She focused hard on the sword. Whispered things under her breath.
"Appraise. Examine. Show Info. Inspect Object... Uh... Analyze...?"
Nothing happened.
She narrowed her eyes.