22 Old Jaeger (1/2)
In a place far, far away from the Northeast Province a dirty man sat atop a giant silhouette. From afar, the silhouette looked like a disfigured mountain, thousands of meters high. The man sported a brown cloak; a disheveled beard covered most of his exposed face. He wore goggles across his forehead and smoked a cigarette while he sat, calmly looking at the horizon.
”Hmm? Old Jaeger?”
The dirty man mumbled something and stared toward the east.
”So you have finally found a new partner, ey, old friend?” The dirty man blew a cloud of smoke as he closed his eyes filled with sorrow.
A young woman in a blacksmith's attire struck a hot metal rod on an anvil right next to the man. The young woman was covered in baggy clothes from head to toe with goggles that seemed too large for her face covering her eyes. Her long purple hair swayed in the wind with each stroke of her hammer.
”Master?” She asked the dirty man after he finished mumbling.
”Kid, do you believe in destiny?”
The young woman scratched her head as she pondered, deciding to answer with a simple nod.
”Well, I didn't-at least not until now, of course.” The man stood from the large metallic ore he had been sitting and attempted to futilely dust himself off.
”Old Jaeger finally reacted. It seems he has found someone.” The man puffed out smoke, nostalgia plastered on his face. Thee young woman knew of the legendary 'Old Jaeger.' It was her Master's training hammer held in her hand.
A spiritsmith and their personal hammer had a personal connection, far beyond what normal people could comprehend.
Old Jaeger was, however, a defect. Indeed, ti was a defective training hammer. Almost everyone who trained with it would end up dead or disfigured. Her master and grandmaster were the only Spiritsmiths to ever survive its use unscathed.
Due to its age and continuous use, it was no surprise that the old hammer had developed some sort of spirituality, allowing it to communicate with his master. Yet, something was not right.
For it to communicate means it was supplied with spiritual energy. Someone other than master or grandmaster is capable of wielding it! Who?” The young woman stroked her chin as she remained deep in thought.
”Master told me to prepare a gift for anyone capable of using Old Jaeger. Now is as good a time as any. Get off, kid. I need to work.” the dirty man stretched his waist as he waved for her to go far away.
Wait, Master! You can't possibly want to smite the Colossus into a dantain? That would take days! We can't spend long here; the general gave us strict orders-”
That's odd; I seem to remember that it was the master who told the disciple what to do, not the other way around,” said the dirty man with a cheeky grin.
The young woman pouted and said, ”Master is careless. If I didn't look after you, you would probably spend months without bathing and remain unemployed. Our current employer gave us a task! It is our duty as honourable Smithsmith to-”
Blah blah blah. Honour, blah blah blah, kindness,blah blah blah blah blah, sunshine and rainbows. Yeah, I got it, Kid. I don't care what hat old geezer orders. Master's task comes first. Master probably felt Old Jaeger too. Unlike you, I actually value my life and don't enjoy pain, so Imma get to work. Now, leave.” Before the girl could rebuke, a large force hit her gut, sending her flying into the skies. Her body soared like a rocket flying into space. She displaced the air around her, causing whirlwinds to form in the sky. As she shot up, her body got slower and slower.