Chapter 82 - 82. We Will, We Will, Rock You... (1/2)
In order to humiliate these idiotic Romulus and Quentin, I made a pained expression when I dragged the 60-pound hammer across the floor and when everyone saw what was happening, they all laughed and the loudest was from the two blacksmiths.
”HAHA HAHA HAHA... you seem to be constipated, kid. Nah... Take this hammer instead and starts hammering. We have all day because this shop belongs to us already...” Quentin laughed the hardest when he handed me a ball pein hammer that merely weighs just under 3 pounds.
I huffed and puffed when I worked the bellows and the moment I did that, Blake realised I was putting a show and he took his apron to cover his face as he smiled and sniggered. After he had satisfied snickering, he let his apron down and pretend to rub his temples and shook his head from side to side.
The crowd had formed almost to a hundred men and they were laughing when they saw and realised what had happened. Some gave up watching since they thought that I was done for and would have to leave town in shame afterwards. The men who recognised me and watched intently, arms folded across their chest and watched with bated breaths.
I acted as if the heat from the furnace was unbearable and picked the pieces of iron ores while shielding my face from the heat. It was all in pretence and when I carried the hammer, again I pretended it was too heavy for me to lift. In fact, it was an ideal weight after all.
*Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! *
The three iron ores were dancing on the anvil as I hammered and hummed a tune as well right after I had controlled my breathing and transfer all the heat into my right arm.
The moment the 2 men heard the perfect hammering sounds and watched that the 3 pieces of iron ores were not even dancing about but stayed in their positions after each hammering, they looked in surprise and in silence. ”This kid can sure hammer...”
*Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink!*
*Tink! WE! Tink! WILL! Tink! WE! Tink! WILL! Tink! ROCK Tink! YOU!*
The apprentices of Blake's knew what I was humming and suddenly every hammering of mine was followed by a rhythmic sound and music as the apprentices started to sing along my humming. It started soft but worked into a fervour soon after.
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*Stomp Stomp Clap* Stomp Stomp Clap*
We will, we will, rock you
We will, we will, rock you
Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place, singin'
We will, we will, rock you
We will, we will, rock you
Buddy, you're a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place
We will, we will, rock you, sing it!
We will, we will, rock you, yeah
Buddy, you're an old man, poor man
Pleading with your eyes, gonna get you some peace someday
You got mud on your face, big disgrace