Re:START/If {Book 1.0}
Chapter 33: Something not far from its place (Part 03)
Finished teaching the orphanage children about Initial Path Meditation, Odo and Fiola went out with Firkaf— to leave the other children who were still doing the meditation adjustment exercises in the orphanage. Of course Mila and Erial do not participate in meditation because it is like strenuous exercise, when done excessively will affect the growth of children's bodies and their height will be difficult to increase.
Walking in the area of the craftsman district, Firkaf looks nervously taken out by Odo and Fiola. The boy who was a nerd who always carried books in his arms walked with his head lowered, looking agitated with the surroundings. Glancing at him who walked behind, Odo felt that the purplish-eyed boy with curly hair was indeed the least confident than the other children, even more than Mila who tended to be quiet.
“There is no need to duck like that, Firkaf. Just relax, didn't you just ask me with confidence?” ask Odo.
“It ... because at that time the situation allowed me to request it from Mr. Odo, I had no idea that you would take me this fast to his blacksmith's place ..”
“Hmm, you read the atmosphere well, I like it.” Odo looked back to the front, smiled lightly and said, “Then, just relax! Follow the flow, a little confident. If you duck like that later can be weakened.”
“I bow not out of shame,” said Firkaf. He raised his face with narrow eyes, could not open wide and look glittering. “My eyes are a bit blurry during the day because of the sunlight, so I lowered my head,” he explained while again lowering my face.
Odo slowed his footsteps, looked up and the sky was brighter than usual, though it was still covered with few clouds and the snow had not melted. Given that spring is still far away, Odo predicts that in the near future there will be cloudy again and a storm will come.
Turning his head to the boy with brown curls on the back, Odo said, “Oh, eye problems, yes .... Later if there is time I will make glasses for you.”
“Glasses?” Firkaf was confused to hear Odo suddenly say this.
“Already, let's go to our destination.”
Disregarding his expression, Odo looked back and walked. Around the artisan-like district was usually quieter when compared to other places in the city. People who come to this place in winter may be just those who have certain needs.
It didn't take long, they finally arrived in front of the Weapon Shop and Osel Workshop. Looking at the sign above the entrance, Firkaf's face beamed as if he already knew the name of the workshop. Staring at Odo, he asked, “You know Mr Osel?”
“Eng, more or less .... That you?”
“Of course know! The forging sword of this place was often used by the city guards and there were even some knights who ordered from this place .... Didn't think it turned out that the workshop was here, I just found out ...”
“I also just found out such information ...”
“Eh?”
Odo knocked on the door of the workshop, looked inside and stepped inside and said, “Excuse me, uncle?! Uncle Osel?!”
“Wait! Don't scream!” answer someone from behind the place.
A Dwarf came out from the workshop that was behind the shop. He looks shabby, carries a hamu forging and looks like he hasn't had a shower from morning. Even his beard contained ember dust, his cheeks were dull and his clothes were very dirty with black stains from coal.
“Oh, Luke boy turns out .... Perfect match, the sword you ordered was ready this morning.”
The dwarf walked behind Counter's desk and placed the hammer in his hand on the floor, then climbed onto the chair and took out a sword wrapped in red cloth from inside the box on the table. Immediately jumping down and walking towards Odo, he opened the wrapping cloth and showed the results of the forging.
“See, this is your order sword ...”
“Hmm, perfect as I expected.”
Receiving the sword from Kov Osel, the boy grasped the handle and tried to swing his new weapon. In terms of weight, the sword was in line with the child's expectations. Checking the surface of the pattern elements such as cracks in the sword, the boy smiled lightly because it was what he was looking for from ordering the sword from the mixed metal.
“Luke's boy, I wonder why such a pattern appears? At first I thought it was a failed product because in the middle of the forging even appeared cracked. But when going through the process of cooling and temperature drop after being forged, it turns out the shape is even very hard and light, even the pattern like a crack is increased.”
Osel stifled with a confused face, the dwarf man looked at Odo with suspicion and was astonished by his own work. Seeing the child from the Luke Family was busy observing the sword, Osel again asked, “Why can it be like that?”
“Hmm? If I told you what Uncle Osel did was a magic ritual, would Uncle believe it?”
“Ri-Ritual?!”
Osel was wide-eyed, Fiola who was standing behind Odo was also shocked. Huli Jing did not know this even though she always kept an eye on what Odo always thought in her head. Osel's body trembled with excitement, Odo's words also meant that the boy had asked him to forge a magic sword.
“Yes, more precisely one of the methods of Alchemy Magic combined with Spirit Magic.”
“Hah?! I don't know that kind of stuff, you know! Why can I get the result ...”
Stop observing the sword, the boy looked at Osel and said, “Material, what was used for this manufacture more or less represents a magic ritual.”
The blacksmith could not catch Odo's words at all, but the materials used in the making of the sword did not use any special metals that contained magic power. Staring in disbelief, he asked, “What's wrong with the material? That's very ordinary, you know. No special metal.”
“Strip Steal is structurally stronger than Spring Steal which has elastic properties and can be a spring material, it already symbolizes a power. In other words, the King and his subordinates. Other metal materials are folk, diverse and its composition in the manufacture of this sword signifies the form of power held. From that, a symbol of a small country was created in the sword. But a land will not survive without a buffer, so Elderberry as a symbol of life and death binds the land. Not that this sword increased its cracks when mounted the handle?”
“Eng, indeed. Suddenly his sword glowed red, then the cracks increased. What is it?” asked the blacksmith confusedly.
“Red light, yes .... Means this sword its attribute is indeed fire .... Hmm, what because it was forged using coals in winter so the Spirit of Fire entered ..”
“Roh?!” The blacksmith was really surprised to hear that, though, Fiola who was behind the child was increasingly anxious to know that the sword that initially looked ordinary turned out to be an extraordinary magic sword after it was finished being made.
“Ya, Low Level Fire Spirit,” says Odo lightly. Smiling faintly and re-observing his ordered sword, he explained, “They have no personality so often roam around in the Real World. In winters like this the habitat of the Spirit of Fire tends to decrease, they prefer to gather at high temperatures. So I thought they must be around forging furnaces that are often used in winter like this.”
“Then why did it get into that sword?” asked Osel confusedly.
“Kingdom invites comers and neighbors, they are guests on this sword and lend its power.”
Odo turned to the right, then swung the sword in his right hand vertically. In a fleeting swing the crack pattern glowed, like embers and reddish particles slightly scattered around the sword eye. Although the sword was burning red like embers, the wooden handle of the sword did not burn and did not suffer any damage at all as if it was fused with the sword eye.
“See ..., cool right? Although unlike the fire magic sword my mother once made, it has a certain function according to how it is used.”
“I ... used by the boy to forge a magic sword,” said Osel with a resigned smile, cold sweat flowed and his face looked a little pale.
Glancing at the dwarf man, Odo smiled and said, “Don't say that. Uncle got the manufacturing method, so let's just say we break even.”
“Yeah, it's true.” Staring at Odo with a little anxiety, the man said, “But .. does this matter? You know, Luke boy .... Magic sword making technique ...”.
“Not to worry, it's original homemade method. About the monopoly of the manufacture of such weapons need not worry,” said Odo relaxed. Facing Osel in surprise as he felt something was lacking, he asked, “By the way, his sword sheath?”
“Ah, the ..” Osel looked away, feeling a little guilty for a few things. “What I made couldn't be that sheath of sword, the wood suddenly blackened and shattered into ashes as I sheathed it,” the blacksmith said. Lifting the cloth and showing it to Odo, he said, “This fabric is also actually a little special, so it can wrap the sword.”
“Hmm, did Uncle use the material for his sheath from a different tree?”
“Don't know, I only used it from my Elderberi wood supply. It could be yes ...”
Holding his chin and slightly turning his eyes, Odo understood this and said, “Obviously, it is the same as putting oil in a fire. This phenomenon became the basis of the supposed ritual. If the sheath is not destroyed, then the sword will be destroyed.” Glancing at the blacksmith with a flat gaze, he suggested, “Other times the wood from the same tree, yes ..”
“Eng ..., okay. But Luke boy, that's how?” Pointing at the sword Odo was holding, the blacksmith asked, “The sword constantly emits hot temperatures and can burn quickly even if it does not inflame the fire, you see. Where to keep it?”
“Hmm?” Odo did not listen too much to the blacksmith's question. The boy stabbed his right ring finger with the tip of the sword eye, then slightly drained his blood to the sharp surface of the weapon. Blood absorbed, the crack pattern lit up a fleeting red and disappeared from the surface of the sword eye.
“With this done ...”
“Well, more or less that kind. It contains Spirit even though it is still low level, of course it can still be contracted.”
Patting his own forehead, the Dwarf felt like he had teamed up with a child who was unceasingly startling him. Staring with a small smile, he asked, “So, you don't intend to just give something like this to me, do you? The magic sword forging technique was already incredible, what else could a spirit weapon contract like that ...”.
Smiling lightly at that, Odo said, “I'm relieved Uncle quickly responded.”
Turning around to introduce Firkaf, the book-burning boy instead went to the corner of the room to look at the forging on the wall. Instead Fiola stared flatly at Odo, feeling a little uneasy with the method of making the magic weapon that the boy had given the Osel blacksmith.
“Don't look at me like that, Ma'am Fiola.”
“You could have been suddenly stabbed from behind again with such a weapon, from the method and power you gave them.”
“His fun, it is such a worry ...” Odo only smiled lightly at the warning.
“Tuan ..!”
“Yes, yes, I understand ...”
Odo walked towards Firkaf who was amazed by the display of the results of the place on the wall of the workshop. Patting the boy on the shoulder, Odo said, “Already, already, remember your purpose here.”
“Ah, sorry, Mr. Odo ..”
Coming back to Osel, Odo introduced Firkaf, “Uncle, can you please educate this boy to be a blacksmith? If necessary, just make the successor of this workshop as well I do not mind. Uncle needs it, doesn't he?”
“Eh?!”
“Eh?!”
The two of them were both shocked, completely unable to understand why Odo could say such a thing so lightly.
“Wait, wait! Why suddenly? And also, who is that kid?! You can't put this kid to me that fast,” Osel said in a panic.
“He was one of the children of the Inkara Orphanage, his name was Firkaf. He aspired to become a blacksmith, his knowledge of metals was already tolerable and his magic potential was quite above average. Can you please train him?” obviously Odo and his door were very efficient. The black hairdo refocused on the sword in hand, not looking at the blacksmith or Firkaf at all.
“Inkara ...? Place of the nun ..”
“What's up?” Odo glanced slightly when he heard that displeased tone.
“Not a problem, all right. If that's Mr. Odo's request, I'll do it. But ...” Staring at Firkaf and observing the thin-bodied child, the Dwarf slightly sighed and said, “Son, you have to train muscles too! The blacksmith does not rely on knowledge alone! The most needed strength and skill! Train your muscles!”
“I-Yes!! Ready, sir!” replied Firkaf, he upholds his standing posture and is a little nervous about getting Osel's orders.
As they chatted small about the matter of Firkaf being made a disciple and some other things, someone walked into the blacksmith shop. “Excuse me, Mr. Osel. Is my sword ready?” Looking at the source of the voice, what came turned out to be Lisiathus Mylta.
Seeing that Odo was inside the place, the woman was surprised and covered her mouth with her right hand, eyes slightly opened because of that. “Oh, my goodness. Why is Mr Odo here?” ask the blood red woman.
Turning to the Mayor of the Substitute, Odo smiled lightly and kindly replied, “Message a sword ..., if Miss Lisia?”
“Treatment of multiple swords, I want to use the weapon in prime condition later when needed.” He smiled with a slightly radiant face. Seeing that, Odo immediately knew that the woman's mood was good.
“Oh ..., so.” The black haired child did not care much about him. Turning back, he looked towards Kov Osel and said, “Then I drop him, Uncle.”
“Ouh! Sure!” said the blacksmith with passion. Although not said directly, he was a little happy to get students who should be taught and invited to share knowledge.
Staring flat at Firkaf, Odo asked, “You can go home by yourself later, ‘kan?”
“Ya!”
“Don't come home late in the afternoon, yeah. If you want to come here again always the same permission Siska.”
“Hmm, of course, Mr Odo! Thank you very much, I am very grateful that you would introduce me to Mr. Osel and ask him to make me his disciple.”
“Hmm, then I go first.”
Odo turned around, then walked past Lisia and went out. When he reached the door and was about to exit with Fiola, the boy's hand was grasped by Lisia and his footsteps were stopped because of that.
“Wait a minute, Mr. Odo. Can I talk to you for a minute?”
Odo. When his hand was released by the woman, he asked, “Hmm, what is it?”
“Why are you here? And also, the sword in your hand it ...” Sensing the strange aura of the scabbardless sword, Lisia was suspicious of what the boy was doing. Negative thoughts and prejudices filled his head, making his expression slightly dark.
Seeing Fiola reacting unhappily upon seeing Lisia, Odo slightly sighed and said, “I told you earlier, didn't I? I ordered a sword here, is there a problem with it ...”
“Indeed not exist ..., but this ...” Lisia grasped the arm of Odo holding the sword, then raised it, “Magic weapon, right?”
“Remove your hands from Mr. Odo,” said Fiola. The black-brown woman forced Lisia to remove her hand from the child, then gave a hostile look as if the woman named Lisia was her natural enemy.
“What the fuck? Who are you to prevent me from talking to Mr Odo?” The red-haired woman stared in annoyance, feeling the urge of hostility with Fiola.
Seeing the reaction of Lisia like that, he just remembered that the woman did not know the true identity of Fiola. Wanting to prevent it, but Fiola first said.
“I Shieal ...”
“Eeeh?” Lisia was in disbelief, staring flatly with a hint of annoyance.
“I Fiola, Shieal with the highest office. It is my right and obligation to look after Mr. Odo,” said Huli Jing.
“Nona Fiola is a graceful woman and a Huli Jing, not a child like you!” said Lisia harshly while pointing at the blackish brown-haired girl.
“Tch! This is one of my forms!” fiola once again.
“Hah? Don't lie, you're the most a waiter in the Mansion, aren't you?”
After that, the two of them finally began to argue. Sighing in agitation at the incompatibility of the two of them, Odo slightly shook his head. He understood that the nature of Fiola and Lisia could not be familiar if they spoke to each other, though, therefore, when Fiola first accompanied Odo to talk to the woman, he asked Huli Jing not to speak and just sat quietly.
Amidst the debate, Odo hid his presence and stepped out of the place. No one realized the boy had gone out, they knew Odo was no longer there after a few minutes of arguing.
“I am indeed Shieal who got the highest authority, rightly so, Mr Odo?” ask Fiola. But when he turned to the direction where Odo was supposed to be standing there, the boy had already disappeared and the woman had only realized she was off guard.
Regardless of the woman he was arguing with, the kimono-clad girl immediately ran out and looked to the left right looking for Odo. The child was nowhere, Fiola's face grew even more anxious about having released the child from his tutelage.