282 7.10 Meet My New Sword, Its Called Vendetta... (2/2)
This is not an ABUSE...this is a MURDER of her own personal weapon...!!! My whole body had fallen into a spasm and was wondering how she survived all along in the wild, fending off and grinding with such a FUCKING PATHETIC weapon...Huu...Huu...Huu...
I felt like giving this sword a final resting place 6 feet underground and chant some prayers that it would not haunt the owner that last used it....huu...huu...huu...!!
After I had regained my composure, I sat up and told her that I would like to spend some minutes in silence as I would like to pray for the sword's life. I instructed her to go to the fireplace and help her granny to stir the gruel or to stoke the fireplace.
She nodded and after she left I sighed a mighty relief off my heavy chest and looked at the blade in ny hand. ”Let's try my Intermediate Blacksmithing, shall we? I hope even if this sword is dead, I hope it could be revived in the Realm of Mind.
I meditated and went into the Realm of Mind and straight went to take a piece of Refined Steel plate and enters the Blacksmith Room. I visualised a big ass anvil, furnace, 30-pound hammer and an automated bellow and started the furnace up. The bed of coals turned white-hot and I threw the piece of Refined Steel in.
I also placed her father's sword inside the furnace and both the Refined Steel and the sword fused and became on without prior hammering it. I brought it out from the furnace and placed it in the anvil. Looking at the flames and the white-hot bed of coals, I slowly breathed in and every strike of the hammer was followed by a short burst of breath that coordinated with the heat and the hammering to fuse.
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After 300 times of hammering and fusing the Refined Steel plate into the sword, I dipped it into the bucket of cold water and ” Ssssssshhhhhhhh ffrreeeeeetttttttttt...” the red hot metal sizzled and whistled in the cold water.
I removed the sword from the cold water and noticed that the fusion had been a success. I went over to the grinding stone and put it to full speed as I sat down in front of the grinder and proceeded to blade wash it.
The moment the blade hits the grinding stone, it made a lot of screeching sounds and sparks flew like a foundry. I smoothened the blade first and washed the surfaces on both sides. Then I sharpened the side of the edges on one side and continues on the other.
To make the edges as sharp as a katana, there are one circular grinding stones that were upright and there's two of them side by side with just a few millimetres apart. Iplaced the sword in between the two grinding stones and while spinning it fast, I made a sawing like motion on it and moved the blade up and down on it.
”Sshhwwwiiinnnggggg.....ssshhwwwiiiiinnnnngggg...” The blade moved effortlessly over the dual circular sharpening stones and I slowly let the grinder to idle and stop. I removed the blade and felt the edges with my thumb and or made a sound like ”Thwuuunnnggg...Thwuuunnnggg...Thwuuunnnggg...” and it felt sturdier, harder in composition and the sword is now REVIVED...!!
”Time to return it to the rightful owner. I would pass her some money to topup and get herself an iron axe and pickaxe so she would not MURDER her sword once more.” I slowly meditated off and return to the real world.
When I opened up my eyes I was stunned that Matilda was trying to sniff me if I am breathing or not and when I cleared my throat, and she was taken aback by surprise as well and her lips suddenly brushed against mine.
”I thought you were asleep...!!!” she exclaimed and threw a right hook towards me which I just raised my left hand and blocked it and twirled my and around her and pin it down on the ground all with my eyes closed...!
”How did you...” her words were left hanging as I told her simply, ”Don't disturb me when I'm meditating. Even with my eyes closed, Ican sense all attacks in all directions very well. Here...take your sword back. I've already revived it.”
”I will pass you some coins for you to but yourself an axe and a pickaxe. Never ever you use your sword against any rock or tree again, you understand me? Swear upon this sword that you will avenge your father's unjustly demise. From today onwards, your sword would be known as Vendetta.”
I handed her sword and it felt slightly heavier than mine and definitely heavier than before by another 200-250 gramme. She took it and withdraw the sword and was shocked at the revelation of its sheer beauty and sharpness. she raised it to her face in a knights salute and pledge, ” I swear upon Vendetta that I will avenge ny father's death in the hands of those murderers.”
Suddenly within the handle of the sword's handle, she could hear a faint thunderous roar...and a male voice calling out, ”Thunder...Thunder...Thunder...Thundercats... hoo...!!!”
Oh...she had just pressed a small button on the handle of the blade that activates the triumphant call of Thundercats-Sword of Omens, the anime series in the '90s.
Hahahahah...