Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 12]

In doing so, I revealed my creation, a thin, crooked hook-like implement that was more farming tool than weapon. I had, however, given it a rudimentary cross guard and blade.

It was still a sword.

[...]

My Class shifted. My mind cried out in agony.

"P-Piercing Thrust."

My body lunged, even if my legs didn't have the strength for it.

—Forged Destiny [Book 7: Ch. 12]