Huaixi's Tang Blade Model was eventually coaxed away by his own brother. Looking at the empty box that should have contained the model, a trace of distress appeared on his chubby little face. However, it wasn't long before he calmed down, stood up, patted the dust off his butt, and walked steadily to his bed. Lying down, he pulled out another identical box from underneath.
When he opened the box, he revealed a model just like the previous Tang Blade, but this one's tassel and handle were light green instead of fiery red. With some effort, he picked up the blade that wasn't heavy, which was still considerably taller than Huaixi at the moment. "Uncle Changxi, when can I have a real sword..."
