8 : The First Year I Pt. 8 (2/2)

Cassandra pointed her hand at Dustin who was now silent, but his gaze was still on Nick. He could not let this matter go; he just got embarrassed by someone younger than him. He did not need to look around to feel the gazes of the surrounding students on him. They were snickering, his gut told him so.

If he did not think so highly of himself, he would notice that no one was even paying them any attention. Let alone heard their conversation.

”Nick Wilson, a pleasure to meet you.”

”Freya Smith, don't mind Nick's behavior.”

”You two are new, what division do you belong to? I'm assuming the offensive division from that sword by your side.”

Nick grabbed the black and green hilt of his sword and raised it a little.

”This thing? It's only a decoration; I wouldn't pay too much attention to it.”

Cassandra took a step closer to Nick as she blinked her amber eyes.

”May I?”

”Sure, I don't mind.”

Nick handed her his sword, and she was amazed at the quality of just the sheath. The black sheath had three green lines on it, but the material used was unquestionably the best. The way she slowly slid her hands across it seemed as if she was rubbing a baby. She was even careful when she unsheathed the sword a little bit as she gazed at the black blade itself.

”My family runs a lower tier weaponsmith, so I've seen a ton of weapons, but I've never seen anything of this caliber. The amount of detail on the sheath alone is enough to make it worth thousands. As for the blade, I think it is made of some special substance; you can't find a blade this well made on the market. However, I can't put my mind on where I've seen this symbol before…”

Cassandra told Nick as she appraised the sword and passed it back to him.

”I see, it was a gift.”

For the actual value of his sword, Nick did not know, all he knew was that it was unique compared to other swords. He doubted if there was another one just like it out in the world.

What he did know was that there were only eleven other weapons just like his out in the world. They were not the same kind, and they all looked different, but from a forging standpoint they were all made by the same weaponsmith.

In the EXO world being a weaponsmith meant a few things, and not everyone could become one. Every weapon had a specific mark to show it was made by a specific person or company and each weapon had its own trait.

Even for a job such as that they also were divided into ranks based on their skill level. At the top, there were five individuals who stood out from the rest and each weapon they crafted as like a work made for the Greek gods.

People would pay a vast amount of money to obtain one of their works; some would even kill for it.

An alarm like sound rang out as Cassandra glanced down at her phone.

”It was nice meeting you two; I hope you find what you are looking for regarding the combat clubs. We may meet again, but you never know the campus here is fairly large.”

Cassandra took her leave as Dustin followed behind her.

”Nick, let's follow them. I smell something juicy!”

”I thought we came to look for a club to join?”

”Who cares about that! They will still be recruiting when we come back, but we may never get to see a show like this again.”

Nick rolled his eyes when he heard her; it seemed that she only wanted to see a good show between the students. That's probably why she was joining a combat club. To fill her amusement of watching people get beat up.