639 First Day of Smithing (1/2)
The God of Space smiled and took out his scythe. ”Is this good enough?”
”THAT?!” The weaponsmith almost lost his eyes as they nearly popped out of their sockets. ”This… You made this?! What level?!”
”Lv. 95… It's the only weapon I'll ever use, no matter how hard it becomes to upgrade.”
”Why would you need anything stronger?!” questioned Gasnon.
Leaving that question unanswered, Jack chimed in again, ”Moranti is here to help me during the powering process. He understands making a personal weapon, so I thought his insight might help.”
”MORANTI?!” Gasnon immediately bowed and altered his tone of voice to show more respect. ”Please forgive me for questioning your credentials.”
”Think nothing of it, now let's get started.”
While those two were talking, Jack was already at the only cleared table in the room. Guessing that Gasnon had cleared it for Jack's use, the hero retrieved the rapier and laid it across the table. This caught their attention again but Jack ignored them as he found some scratch paper to scribble on. Spotting some leather rulers, Jack grabbed one and measured the rapier from end to end.
”Jack… are you really going to hallow that out?” asked Gasnon.
”Of course… How else will I get it to upgrade?”
After noting down the appropriate length and width, Jack retrieved a long, thin rod of lustrous, black steel.
”That… What is that?!”
”Refined roxite… I thought you would've known that much,” joked Jack. The hero then eyed the rod carefully as it wasn't going to be the easiest thing to work with. ”Moranti, how confident are you in cutting this to size?”
”If I can cut through Halmut's defenses, then I can cut your little stick,” Moranti chuckled.
Showing him the paper with scribbles on it, Jack handed the rod to Moranti. ”I don't want it a millimeter off, so get it right the first time. Any smaller or larger and it won't fit after annealing.”
”Simple enough.”
Gasnon was in awe as the God of Space lobbed the rod straight into the air, throwing it perfectly so that it wouldn't teeter or spin around. Gracefully, Moranti swung his scythe twice. Then, Moranti teleported to stand ninety degrees to the left of where he was, letting him cut twice more to have the rod cleanly cut on all four sides.
Moranti caught the long piece of metal and smiled. ”How's that?”
Jack immediately measured the piece of roxite. ”It's perfect. Nothing less from the best…” After returning the thin strip of roxite to the table, Jack sighed and took out a stack of schematics. Once he found what he wanted, Jack sighed, ”Now… to anneal it… Gasnon, mind if I make a sandpit?”
”I've already got one,” replied the weaponsmith, pointing to the corner of the room where sand replaced the concrete ground.
”You've got sand from the Desert Labyrinth?” Moranti asked in surprise.