I don't need a famous blade. I don't want a famous bow.
You can take your famous spear and use it to hang clothes out to dry.
But these... these, I want.
I want them more than anything in the world.
These bags exist only to make people happy.
Everyone can feel happy and full, and nobody has to be unhappy.
Of course, maybe some thugs who want the power in these bags will appear, but I can just take all three of them and run!
They look a little heavy, but that is the weight of happiness.
A hero is used to carrying heavy stuff, you see!
I didn't need a famous sword, and I didn't want a famous bow either.
And all I'd use a famous spear for is as a laundry pole.
But this. This alone is what I wanted.
I desired it no matter what I had to do.
These bales exist solely to bring people joy.
Nobody wants to be unhappy, and everybody likes it when their stomachs are full.
Well, obviously enough there were ne'er-do-wells who wanted these bales' power, but...
If I grabbed all three and ran, that was the end of that story!
Yeah they were a little heavy, but it was the weight of happiness.
And heroes are used to holding heavy stuff, anyways!