There's a swordsman who challenges be to a duel. I didn't have a weapon so I'm in this temple rock garden. I pick up this rock which apparently is suppose to be forged into a sword. My dream skips how the sword was made, but what I get is this extremely flimpsy blade. To describe it, it was like it was thin like paper almost transparent, but could fold like cloth. When I start to wield it, the blade vibrated bluish and settled into a rigid form. This swordsman's sword was cut clean with one strike.