"This was crafted by the Master, naturally it should be named by the Master!"
"I already said I'm just a coarse blacksmith, can't come up with any fancy names," Master Lao replied, wiping the sword that had for a hundred years refused Igor.
"But we can't just leave this sword nameless!" Igor looked at the sword with frustration; how could such a fine sword be without a name?
"How about this, you are the one to travel far and wide with it, so why not come up with a fitting name yourself? After all, it will accompany you for a long, long time," Master Lao suggested, giving Igor some hints to spark inspiration.
"I'll call it Death!" Igor blurted out.
"Do you wish for it to accompany you into doom? That's hardly a good omen!" Master Lao felt the youth was too careless in naming.
"Then, how about Agent of Death?" Igor blurted out again.
"That's just the same thing!"
"Bloodthirsty? Soul Devourer? Berserk? Transcendence?" Igor rattled off a series of names.
