Poke-shounen story(The actual!)

Ophelia: Splendid! *leads Cole to the back, to a guest room* Would you like some tea?

Cole: Ah, yes, I would like some tea, thank you.

(after brewing a nice chai tea, Ophelia and Jax sits down with Cole to drink it)
Ophelia: So, what brings you to our humble village?

Cole: I came to see the hermit sage here. I've heard sources say he knows of an ancient steel weapon. I need that weapon if I'm going to defeat my enemy.

Ophelia: ...steel weapon? But only steel types can wield those...

Cole: I'm part steel type, though artificial. I need the weapon regardless.

Ophelia: Why do you need it?

Cole: There is someone I have to defeat in battle. Someone that took away someone dear to me years ago.

Ophelia: Er....okay. I do know the sage, his name is Faryew. I can take you to him in the morning, if you like.

Cole: That would be great. Thank you. I only hope this search will be fruitful.

(in the morning, Ophelia and Jax leads Cole the base of the village tree, where a hut lies. Ophelia knocks at the door)
Ophelia: Hello? Sage Faryew?

An old man with a long white beard and huge white eyebrows dressed in rags opens the door.

Faryew: Ah yes, Ophelia. What brings yo here, child.
Cole: I want to know about the great weapon, the sword of the king.
Faryew: .... Come in, you three. *leaves the door open and goes inside his hut*
After everyone is seated inside the sage's hut, Faryew sits down in a rocking chair and begins rocking it* Where did you learn of the sword of the king, child?
Cole: I heard about it from the sage of fire, Golgin.
Faryew: I see. He passed away if I recall correctly.

Jax: What happened to the Parsley of fire?
Ophelia: *puts her hand on Jax's shoulder* Hush! Not the time. *to Faryew* I'm sorry, elder Faryew. Please continue.

Faryew: The sword of the king is part of the five treasures of the true king. They were powerful artifacts created to unite a kingdom into one, ages ago. The man who created them was said to be a most powerful individual. He was said to be like a god with these artifacts. No one could touch him. But one day, he was slain. Documents have been lost to the sands of time, however.
Cole: What of the sword in particular.
Faryew: I have read scripts telling of its power. How it could slice through the strongest of armor and could never lose its sharpness. Just by itself, it could be a quite powerful weapon. But as you know, steel weapons can only be used by steel types.
Cole: I know that. I am a steel type.
Faryew: I see.

Jax: If this guy was so powerful, how'd he get done in?

Faryew: Believably. Death took him sleeping. So scriptures go. But I have heard of clay tablets detailing a much different story. A much darker power at work at the time.
Cole: So he was done in by a higher power?
Faryew: The true king could be any type he wanted. Did not mean he was without weakness, true.
Cole: What happened to the artifacts?
Faryew: Scattered across the land. Fought over for eons since. Most don't trust the powers they possess nowadays.

Ophelia: Are you still sure you want to seek this artifact, Cole?

Cole: I have to get my revenge.
Faryew: What will you do once the deed is done?
Cole: I will... Just go back to my home town and work at the orphanage.
Faryew: What if I told you if the sword was broken?
Cole: But you just said it couldn't break.
Faryew: It couldn't weather, yes... Through conventional means.

Ophelia: What happened to it?

Faryew: I saw it... I saw it break. A rather intimidating looking man and another man were in fierce battle. It lasted for days without rest. There was a genuine artifact right there, I could not look away.
Cole: So what happened during the fight?
Faryew: It snapped. Like a twig. The intimidating man let out a burst of vile energy as he grabbed the sword by its blade and squeezed it tight enough to snap the blade. The other man fell lifeless. Somehow. It seemed the sword makes a sort of symbiotic relationship with its user. Perhaps that is how the old king was so powerful? Hm?

Jax: *Shrugs* Maybe we could fix it!

Cole: Wait, did this intimidating guy have red eyes and dark hair?
Faryew: Yes.
Cole: That's the man that killed my sister! Where did he go from there?!
Faryew: Calm down, child. There is no need to get fussy over the wherabouts of this man. That aside, he is much too dangerous for you. To be able to break a heavenly artifact of such magnitude. No simple task.

Ophelia: What if...he had all the artifacts?

Cole: Me? Have all the rest of them?
Faryew: Well I cannot give my crown to anyone in any circumstance anyway. I apologize, but the crown will stay with me.

Ophelia: The..."crown"? You have one of these artifacts?