Before everyone collectively decided to part with their most recent journey on Planet Lokhil, the Sword Sovereign still had some parting words for his one and only son.
"Heed my words boy. While you may have taken on a new weapon form that is more pleasing to my old heart know that there is still the potential for your Livelli to gain its special ability."
"Yeah yeah. I get it father, but she and I— it and I— are fine without any fancy shmancy powers. Don't forget that I whooped your sorry ass before the change even occurred."
The Sword Sovereigns eyebrow twitched at the blatant disrespect as he responded, "That mishap was due to-"
"Who cares! If you want a rematch, then say so because I'll be happy to show you how much I learned under your care," the last word was said laced with sarcasm.
'This little..." the Sword Sovereign was getting angrier by the second.
Wielding his sword once more he said simply, "Come."
The rest of the crew were on their way out, but as soon as they saw the Sword Sovereign wielding his weapon stopped dead in their tracks.
"You guys just enjoy the show," Z'oelo smiled at the rest.
Giving a cue to Muni to manifest in her late form, Z'oelo was prepared for another smack down.
Immediately after grasping Muni's metal body he went for a quick slash.
Ding!
The two swords— one sword-like weapon and one real sword— clashed and let out a deafening ringing sound.
Having learnt everything about swordsmanship from the man across his weapon, Z'oelo stood confidently in his and his father's skill.
While he could not hope to fight on equal terms, he could however utilize Muni's new sleek form to fight with his own style.
Reeling back from his slash, Z'oelo turned the rounded side of the weapon and attempted to bash his way past the Sword Sovereign's defenses.
A series of clanging sounds erupted as metal came in contact with metal.
The crew was watching the battle since it commenced and had to say it was a terrible sight to see.
On one side, there was an energetic Shetavi bombarding his opponent with never-ending whacks with the backside of a gnarly looking sword.
On the other, a calm adult Shetavi held his blade in the prime opportune spots to easily reduce the momentum behind his opponent's reckless swings.
It was easy to tell the winner and the loser based on the fact that the offensive side held no advantages over the defensive side.
"Such a pathetic farce," the Sword Sovereign ceased his passivity.
With a decisive swing, Z'oelo's balance was shifted in a disadvantageous position.
He could not regain his balance in time to receive the next strike, but had no choice but to figure something out.
And so, he decided to do something that only he could do and dropped the blunted sword that was Muni and spin on his heel.
With the unexpected move in place, the Sword Sovereign had no clue how to go about attacking his mischievous son.
While in the midst of his heel turn spin, Z'oelo grasped the hilt of his weapon with one of his extra pair of arms and prepared to focus the brunt of his rotational force.
Before the Sword Sovereign could reel back his fully powered swing, he was met with the powerful swing of Z'oelo's impromptu swing.
"This should be the climax of their fight," Theef analyzed.
"Yeah. There's no telling if Z'oelo's swing would be enough to overpower his father though," Null said.
"We're about to see," Klein added.
And see they did.
Using the blunt side of his weapon, Z'oelo brought its full weight into a wild crash.
Although it was not the best swordsmanship by any means, Muni's weapon form was not entirely that of a sword.
The imminent clash came to fruition when the sweet spot of the blunt side met with the Sword Sovereign's ancient sword.
'Break through!'
Z'oelo yelled in his mind which only Muni could hear.
His request was granted as the cold metal bat-like side of the weapon gave off a deep metallic sheen.
Whatever had just occurred was processed by Muni and promptly shared to Z'oelo as to what the sheen entailed.
Because of the nature and build of Muni's weapon form, the ability of the Sword Sovereign's sword was unable to be fully brought out.
The moment their weapons clashed, it was actually the Sword Sovereign's own weapon that shattered.
Crack!
Z'oelo had successfully brought out his own version of the weakness pinpoint that his father possessed.
The rest of the crew cheered as they saw Z'oelo victorious with his own ability awakening.
It was a surprise to the Sword Sovereign himself as he had yet again fell short on the part of the victor of a match between him and his son.
'Just how many times will this child of mine defeat me with his own prowess?'
He felt a mix of pride and humiliation.
Pride in the sense that his son was able to triumph over his own considerable strength and ability.
And humiliation at the fact that he never took his son seriously despite having literally trained him his entire life.
He should have held more reserve when facing his son.
With what he inherited from his father, Z'oelo was a powerful Shetavi in the making; combined with his additional pair of arms that allowed for adaptability in combat, he was able to even surpass the Sword Sovereign.
"Well done my son. Sooner or later, your name will be spread throughout the lands as renowned as my own."
'Sword Sovereign isn't exactly a name, but whatever. It still sounds cool as hell,' Z'oelo expectantly thought.
"Screw these lands! My name will be renowned throughout the galaxy! Right Null?"
"Hehe. It'll take a while, but I'm sure we'll all reach levels unthinkable at our current states. We just have to journey on!"
They had wasted enough time being tested on by the Sword Sovereign, but now they were finally ready to continue on their journey beyond these familiar planets.
With the newly gained ability, Z'oelo was just the newest addition to the crew that were slowly gaining newfound strength and abilities themselves.