Keter returned to Hacose Village. There was something he needed to confirm before heading back.0

“Lord Keter.”0

As Keter was heading to the village hall, a man blocked his path. Out of nowhere, the man held out a small metallic cube and a rod.0

“I didn’t think it was right to leave without showing my gratitude, so I stayed behind to give you this.”0

The man was one of the members of the Flying Wolf Tribe.0

“What is this?” Keter asked.0

“It’s a weapon and armor crafted with the Flying Wolf Tribe’s metallurgy. It contains the essence of shape-memory alloy techniques. Please deliver it to Lord Reganon.”1

“Do you know how to make shape-memory alloy? That would be more helpful.”0

“I apologize. Our group consists only of warriors, so we don’t know anything about metallurgy.”0

“I see. You can go.”0

“Yes, sir.”0

The man disappeared from sight. Luke approached and poked at the metal rod and cube with his finger.0

“Keter, did I hear that right? He said this is a weapon and armor. How does something this small turn into a weapon or armor?”0

“You just need to inject aura into it.”0

When Keter infused the rod with aura, it instantly transformed into a sword. The rod, which was the size of his finger, extended into a two-meter-long longsword. Although it was too large for a human to wield, it was just the right size for a werewolf to use as a longsword.0

“Whoa, that scared me! How do you turn it back? Do you use aura for that too?” Luke asked.0

“No, you fold it with brute force.”0

“Fold it... with brute force?”0

Keter showed Luke how since it wasn’t practical to carry around a two-meter longsword anyway. He placed the tip of the sword on the ground and pressed down on the hilt. The muscles in Keter’s arm bulged as he pressed...0