Kael took his seat beside Patriarch Flare, Tony and Flora. Tony's men were on watch to keep things secure. Kael's living weapons were standing behind him, observing the auction.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen. Our first item for this auction is this Pot! This is a pot from one of the Qing Dynasties! It is said to be imbued with much spiritual power." Kael looked at Baihua.

"Oh that? It's just a pot that people used to cook. Are people really that gullible?" Baihua said as she poked Kael's head. Perhaps due to it being boring.

"Next item on our list! Is the famed White Finale blade!" Patriarch Flare seemed interested but they turned to Kael.

"If you are wondering if that is the genuine article. Then I can vouch for it being the genuine article but it is not White Finale." Black Symphony answered in Kael's stead.

"Then where is White Finale?"

"White Finale is in his roster. Despite its name it is not qualified to call itself a Living Weapon." Ga-eul said as she poked Kael's cheeks. The Living Weapons were poking Kael's cheeks as if trying to get his attention.

"That is a weapon spirit. It does not have a name and it may be one of the new ones. Try and bid for it. I wouldn't pay any more than 1 million if I were you." Kael suggested, where they began to bid it. Securing that first was good.

"This is a Demonic Sword known as The Slumbering Chaos!" People seemed to be amazed by it but Kael? Kael was sighing.

"That is definitely not Slumbering Chaos. That is Slumbering Chaos's descendant Ravine Chaos. Slumbering would never let himself be out here. Ravine is a bit different since she likes to mess around a lot." Kael said.

"So are the items in this auction fakes or not up to par?" Tony asked.

"No. Most of the items are the genuine article. Only thing is it's been misread. Nobody can read the names or hear the weapons themselves. Ravine is a sleep so it makes sense to why she gets confused for her ancestor." Kael commented.

"Do you need to be a skilled person to hear them?" Flora asked.

"No. Every weapon in this world can be a Weapon Spirit but to be a Living Weapon is different. When a weapon, even some firearms. When made have a chance to become a spirit. Every weapon is nameless, but enough time and if given the proper respect. It will allow the name to be heard by its wielder. How the wielder treats their weapon signifies their bond. A weapon can turn out differently if it is abused." Kael said as they see the next item that was being auctioned.

"This is a Colt 1911 that has survived World War 1 and it is a beautiful firearm. !"

"BId for it. This is not a Weapon Spirit. It's a Living Weapon." Kael said turning to Tony who was looking around. Shaking his head.

"Tony. Look behind the pistol.Do you see a person?" Tony nodded.

"Yeah. It's a skeleton in a blacksuit. It seems to be wearing a fedora, placing it by its chest? Has a scarf hanging by its shoulders.

"That weapon is calling for you. So throw some cash to get it. Don't lose it." Tony did as he was instructed. Securing the bid.

"So we've got two weapons... Seems interesting." Tony said as they watched a new bid be made.

"Master... Isn't that?" The sight of this weapon had Kael uneasy. That is an all white katana. Kael blinked twice and he already knew something was amiss. It's true form was a bloodied katana that had a white exterior. Safe to say this katana was a blade that was lying to its owners.

"This is a katana that was forged by the One Eyed hermit. Bidding starts now!"

"That's a cursed katana. Bid for it." Kael said.

"It's cursed isn't it? Isn't it a bad thing?" Flora asked.

"A cursed weapon isn't bad if someone knows how to handle it. I can handle it but if an amateur gets their hand on it. It might kill a number of people. Symphony?"

"That is one of the Legendary Blades belonging to Japan. This particular one is nameless and was once wielded by a legendary slasher whose name was not recorded but they mentioned that he was the Dragon of Suwa. It is a cursed blade because of the abuse the sword has taken and it has driven its owners mad. The legendary slasher was killed by his own blade for his crimes. It may be why the blade turned cursed." Black Symphony elaborated.

"Cursed blades are a bit of a problematic child. They tend to go gung ho and if they taste blood. They try to overwhelm their user to satisfy their craving. I was akin to that myself." Black Symphony said as she patted the heads of Baihua and Ga-eul. Securing another bid. One by one the many items that were brought were said to be lesser than their value.

Another blade was brought before them. It was a straight saber with a single edge. No handle guard. The sword was brought out from its sheathe, holding a golden blade. The hand grip design was shaped to be like a falcon's head.

"That's a genuine article. It's a Living Weapon. Patriarch. I think this weapon will be useful for your grand daughter." Kael said.

The bids were made, the weapons were brought before them. Tony grabbed the 1911, pulling the slide to look at the chamber.

"Barrel's a mess. Rifling's damaged. The grip's texture is faded. Trigger is stiff. There's a lot to fix." Tony said, turning to Kael. Flora grabbed the falcon blade.

"It should tell you its name soon. But they are weak. They can barely be visible to you. To do that, you need to fix them up. Sharpen the blade, practice with it. For Tony, well living weapons that are firearms. You just have to fix whatever that needs to be fixed. Living Weapon's like to wear accessories too." Kael said to them. Where the 5 swords behind Kael showed their accessories to them.

"I see then what about this Weapon Spirit?" Patriarch Flare asked as he took it, holding it in his hand. Then watching a white skeleton in a white tuxedo appear before them.

"Ah it has been quite some time when I was awake. Oh dear. By the Hells... Is that Black Symphony?" The skeleton asked, putting on a monocle to the right eye. Then turning to Patriarch Flare. Back to the swords. Then back to Patriarch Flare. Repeating the glances.

"Oh by all the Hells I've been living in. That is Baihua...Kuro Hana... Ga-eul and... Banshee. Oh what luck. If you four are here... Then that means he..." Kael tilted his head, he was confused with how this skeleton was acting.

"Please tell me I was not brought out to fight the five of you? If upi did I would tell the person who brought me out here to get a refund. Because there is no plausible way can I actually fight them. Let alone even one of them." The skeleton spoke up, perhaps it knew who Kael was.

"Oh no. It's just, Master Kael suggested that I buy you to see what sort of Weapon Spirit you are." Patriarch Flare corrected, where the skeleton then let out a sigh with relief.

"Ah, that is good news. If you'd ask me to fight them. I'd rather just kill myself. There's better ways to die than fighting them." the skeleton said.

"Your name?" Patriarch Flare asked.

"My name is Jagataria Bones. Seems I am a weapon spirit of sorts. Though I suppose you're able to draw me out because of your experience. I will serve you, as your blade." Jagataria returned to his blade form and sheathed himself, then forming itself to become a cane for Patriarch Flare.

"A cane blade would serve you far better. I can also mask my metal body so it would not be alerting anyone else of my pressence. Not even metal detectors can find me." Jagataria spoke as Patriarch Flare held it with the cane.

Kael then picked up the cursed katana. Even drawing it a little, he watched as the monstrous aura tried to wrap itself all around his body. Skeletal hands yet Kael did not seem all too bothered. They heard voices calling for death. Calling for slaughter.Kael sheathed the blade completely.

"This one will take some discipline. Looks like I've got a bit of work to handle in my stead. There's always something with these swords. Oh Flare, Tony. The weapons that you both have, treat them well and they will treat you well. Treat them badly and they will treat you badly." Kael said as he held the nameless katana in hand.

"Thank you for your wise words, Master Kael." The three bowed as Kael headed out first. This time he was the center of attention, well when a man walks around being surrounded by beautiful women. Of course it would leave other men feeling jealous but some of the women were feeling even more jealous of Black Symphony.

Leaving the auction house, Baihua placed a cigar over Kael's mouth. Then Ga-eul lit it up for him. Kuro Hana took his coat. He felt a large surge of mana coming from another location. It was enough to cause all of his swords to react to it.

"Symphony?"

"That was not anywhere near here. It was in the continent. That surge of mana.. It's a mixed bag of things, Kael. It's not just a Weapon Spirit... I'm sensing creatures of the Divine and the Demonic roaming around freely. Master..." Black Symphony wanted to say something but Kael stopped it.

"You don't need to tell me twice. Humans are idiotic. I"m not surprised if any of those countries are going to try and find these things to tame them or use them. Symphony. Try and find it first. Let's hope none of the countries are foolish enough to mess with them." Kael said with a sigh.

"There's more to it. I'm hearing a scream... One from my sister... The one you sealed away all those years ago. No... Master, it seems there are more screams. Not only my sister..." Black Symphony's words were nightmare fuel for Kael. The Living Weapons that he had sealed in his previous life times were meant to be sealed for a reason.

"My eldest brother." Baihua added.

"My father." Kuro Hana spoke.

"My mother." Ga-eul added on.

"Banshee?"

"My husband seems to be awake. I recognize that screaming for a long time." Kael sighed, he had to think.

"Which one's seal is breaking?" Kael asked them.

"My sister's seal. Radiant Sonata... She's... She's in another metropolis."

"Then we'll have to get them back." Kael said as he looked at the nameless katana that tried to swallow him whole.

"I've got no time to play with you, child." Kael spoke to it, instantly stopping the darkness.

"Be obedient, and you will be rewarded." Kael said as he walked with his swords. They headed home but with a heavy heart on their minds. Kael arrived in his house. Looking at the swords that were tasked to protect his family.

"With the threat of this magnitude. I'll need you at your best. Ice Reaper. You will be leading the ones here. All communications will be reaching to me via telepathy. The others, report to Ice Reaper directly." Kael said where they nodded.

"I release you from the chains that bind your strength. I allow you to return to your true natures and to do what needs to be done. In order to protect those that are under my protection." Kael said as they see spirit chains that bind the living weapons shatter to pieces.

"Thank you master... If other Living Weapons or Spirit Weapons appear... Do you want us to do something?" Ice Reaper asked.

"I think you know my answer." Ice Reaper nodded to Kael as Kael headed to his room. The swords changed back to their weapon forms and slung to Kael's hip. Kael knelt and clasped his hands.

"To the Gods, your humble servant is unable to go through this alone. I seek guidance." Kael whispered.

He opened his eyes to see Lucius sitting with a cigar in hand and a chess board in front of him.

"Shall we talk, my Avatar?"