Gacha Summoner: Pulled into Another World

Chapter 6: Whispers of the Past

**Chapter 6: Whispers of the Past**

The golden light from the archway faded as Yuuji and his companions stepped into a new, smaller chamber. It was quieter here, the air cool and heavy, as if the room hadn’t been disturbed for centuries. The walls were lined with faded murals, depicting scenes of ancient battles, towering heroes, and powerful magic. The silence was almost oppressive, but there was something calming about it—an odd sense of reverence.

“Where are we now?” Yuuji muttered, his eyes scanning the room. It felt different from the trials they’d faced so far. No swirling fog, no shadowy enemies—just the stillness of a forgotten past.

His knight, always vigilant, surveyed the room as well. “This place… it feels sacred. Like a resting ground for warriors.”

Yuuji nodded. There was something about the murals, the way the figures in them seemed to watch over the room, that made him uneasy. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but a sense of being in the presence of something far older and greater than himself.

As they moved deeper into the chamber, Yuuji noticed an altar at the far end, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. Resting atop the altar was a single object: a sword. It wasn’t ornate or flashy, but its presence was undeniable. The blade gleamed with a faint light, and runes carved into the metal pulsed softly, as though the sword was alive, waiting.

Yuuji hesitated, glancing at his knight. “Think it’s part of the next trial?”

The knight studied the blade carefully. “Perhaps. But this sword… it’s no ordinary weapon. I can feel its power.”

Before Yuuji could respond, the soft glow from the sword intensified, filling the room with a warm light. The murals on the walls seemed to shimmer, the ancient heroes depicted in them stirring, as though coming to life. Then, a voice—gentle, but filled with authority—echoed through the chamber.

"Summoner, you stand before the Blade of Eterna, a relic of the first hero who walked this land. This sword carries with it the hopes and memories of all who have wielded it, and now it calls to you."

Yuuji’s breath caught in his throat. The voice wasn’t like the cold, disembodied one that had guided him through the trials. This voice was different—softer, more human. It spoke to him, not as a judge, but as something older, wiser.

"Why… why me?" Yuuji asked, his voice shaky. "I’m just a guy who got pulled into this world. I don’t know anything about being a hero."

The voice responded, calm and steady. "A hero is not born from knowledge or strength alone. A hero is forged by the choices they make, by the bonds they create. You have shown both courage and doubt, strength and fear. But most importantly, you have learned to trust not just in your own power, but in the power of those who stand beside you."

Yuuji swallowed hard. It was true—he had been relying on his summons, learning to lead them as a team. But this… this felt different. The weight of expectation, the gravity of the sword’s history—it was overwhelming.

The voice continued, "The Blade of Eterna chooses its wielder not for their greatness, but for their potential. It senses in you the spark of something that could become great. But the decision is yours. Will you take up this blade and carry the weight of its legacy?"

Yuuji’s gaze shifted from the glowing sword to his summons. They had been with him since the beginning, always at his side, fighting with everything they had. They had trusted him, even when he doubted himself. And now, it was his turn to decide if he could rise to the challenge.

He stepped forward, reaching out toward the sword. His fingers brushed against the cool metal of the hilt, and instantly, a surge of energy shot through him. It wasn’t painful, but it was overwhelming—a flood of memories, emotions, battles long fought and victories hard-won. The weight of centuries of warriors, all carried within this single blade.

Yuuji gasped, stumbling back, but the knight was there, steadying him. “Master, are you all right?”

Yuuji nodded, though his heart was racing. “Yeah… I think so. It’s just—this sword, it’s like it’s alive. It’s… heavy, but not in a physical way.”

The archer stepped closer, studying the blade. “The power of Eterna flows through it. A sword like this would not have been forged lightly. Whoever wields it must carry the burden of those who came before.”

Yuuji hesitated, his hand still resting on the hilt. He thought back to his doubts, to the trials he had faced so far. Every challenge had been designed to test his resolve, his ability to lead and to trust in his team. But this—this was different. The sword was offering him more than just power. It was offering him a legacy, a responsibility far greater than anything he had ever imagined.

*Can I really do this?*

Before he could second-guess himself any further, the voice returned, softer this time. "The path ahead will not be easy. You will face enemies who seek to break you, who will test the limits of your courage and your strength. But remember, you are not alone. The bonds you have forged will be your greatest weapon. And the blade… it will only be as strong as the heart that wields it."

Yuuji tightened his grip on the sword’s hilt. His heart pounded in his chest, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear. It was out of resolve.

“I’ll take it,” he said, his voice firm. “I don’t know if I’m ready, but I’ll take the sword. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the blade flared to life, the runes glowing brighter than ever. The energy that had once felt overwhelming now settled into him, a steady warmth that filled his body with strength and purpose. The sword accepted him.

The murals on the walls seemed to shimmer again, as if the ancient heroes were watching him with approval. The voice, now little more than a whisper, spoke one last time. "The Blade of Eterna is yours, Summoner. May it guide you through the trials yet to come."

With that, the light faded, and the chamber returned to its quiet stillness. Yuuji stood there, the sword in his hand, feeling its weight—but also its power. It was no longer just a relic of the past. It was part of him now, a symbol of the journey he had chosen to undertake.

The knight stepped forward, bowing slightly. “Master, we are with you. Whatever lies ahead, we will face it together.”

Yuuji looked at his summons, the sense of unity between them stronger than ever. “Yeah. We’re in this together.”

With the Blade of Eterna at his side and his companions by his side, Yuuji took a deep breath and turned toward the next path. Whatever trials awaited him, he would face them with newfound strength—and a growing belief that maybe, just maybe, he was becoming the hero this world needed.