"Hello, esteemed Commanders!"
On the street of Tam Village, Babylon, holding his newly forged short sword, approached Emperor Pu and the other two.
As they looked at Babylon's appearance, a trace of intrigue flashed across their eyes.
Shengshi the Drunkard, true to his cunning nature, was the first to speak:
"Hello."
"Is there anything we can assist you with?"
Due to the conspicuous badge hanging from Babylon's waist, the three instantly grasped his intentions.
Babylon flashed a guileless smile at them and presented the black short sword in his hand:
"This weapon was forged after enduring eighty-one days of effort."
"It is yet to be named; I invite the three of you to bestow a name upon it."
Then Babylon pulled out that conspicuous badge from his waist:
"Whoever names it to my satisfaction shall receive this as my reward."
Looking at Babylon's crude short sword, the three exchanged puzzled glances.
