―――かつて名もなき英霊が振るったといわれる剣。

とある英霊から分かたれた彼女は人の護りとなり悠久の時を戦い続けることとなった。
それが彼女にとっての呪いであったのか、望みであったのかは私にもわからない。

まあ、当の本人はどうしようもない戦いの連続ながら、それなりに楽しく過ごしたのかもしれん。必殺技とか抜かして名前つけるのとか好きだったから、多分そうなんだろ。付き合うほうの身にもなれ。投げるな。

そんなわけで長く、長く彼女の手で振るわれた私だが、ある日、うっかり聞いてみることにした。
こんな事を続けて飽きないのか？　と。
すると彼女はまじまじとした顔で、おまえは飽きたのか？　と逆に問いかけてきた。正直飽きたといいかけたが、彼女が少し寂しそうな顔をしたので、いや別に、とか抜かしてしまったのだ私は。あーあ。

『今は遥か刻の彼方
　神と魔と人の祈りが紡ぎし光の欠片
　無穹の大地にそれは立つ』

A sword said to be wielded by a nameless Heroic Spirit.

She split off from a certain Heroic Spirit, and was tasked to fight for eternity as a Guardian for humans.
It is not known whether this fate was a curse or if it was indeed her wish.

Whatever the case, it seems like she was enjoying herself despite the endless battle. She must have been, since she liked to give names to attacks she claimed to be ultimate moves. But come on, show some mercy to the one always by her side. Quit throwing me!

Speaking as the one who she's wielded, and who has been by her side for so long now, I once accidentally asked if she ever got tired of all this.
Her completely serious, even deadpan response was, "Are you tired of it?" I was about to say that I was actually getting sick of it, but when she started to look sad, I said, "Not really," without thinking. Crap.

"At the edge of distant time,
the gods, demons, and human prayers all intertwined to create this fragment of light.
It stands here, in the land of eternity."