The blade imbued with the spirit of an ancient monster hunter would not cut anything the spirit of the monster hunter deemed innocent.

The cursed one in the corner whimpered and pleaded for their life. The blade began to vibrate and soon the apparition of the ancient monster hunter materialized before the new wielder.

"You, sorry excuse for a monster hunter!" The spirit said pointing at the hunter.

"Can't you see this one is cursed?"

"But it is a monster!" Howled the hunter.

"No, cursed does not mean monster. You must endeavour to cure this one of their curse or my blade will never pierce flesh again."

The hunter relented and sheathed the blade. After, this he offered his hand to wolven one.