A Cliché Multiverse Story Chapter 212
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The forge room was a small room with an arched forge built into the wall. The bench nearby had the basic blacksmith tools like hammer and tongs, and a thick metal rod. An anvil sat on the bench's side while on the other side of the room had a step-by-step diagram of forging a sword.
"So basic..."
(It's the 14th century, my love. What did you expect?)
I picked the metal rod. It wasn't hallowed and had a decent weight.
'Is this steel?'
"No. Something like steel but with the presence of mana. It's stronger and more durable."
'Would it be stronger than Saeko's katana?'
(Definitely yes.)
'I'm gonna try forging a katana for Saeko.'
She'd be happier to receive a sword than a necklace. Such was my crazy sword waifu.
The first step is heating the metal to remove impurities. Using a forge is troublesome and a bit outdated. Magic would be a lot better. Saya's skill will help me keep the flames under control and concentrate on other tasks at the same time.
I heated the coal with the Fire element and tossed the rod on top of it. Since I don't need tongs to handle this rod, I was going to heat and beat the entire thing flat. Slowly but surely, the flames heated the metal, giving it a yellow and orange hue.
This burning reminded me of a certain fantasy manga about the hero assaulting an evil princess. He used a real burning rod to torture the living hell out of her.
(I think I saw its anime.)
'It has an anime too?!'
(I watched… its preview, nothing else.)
'Suspicious. Don't tell me you want me to do that to you? Even if you're immortal, I don't think I can do that kind of play to you.'
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(I do not want that!)
Chuckling at her outburst, I carried the metal to the anvil with telekinesis and picked the hammer. I raised the hammer and struck down lightly.
God's chuckle echoed in the room.
"Don't fucking judge me."
I hammered the rod to my imagined shape of Saeko's current katana. Flat and curve. Now the tough part of smoothing the appearance. Instead of using the grinders, I ground the edges with my dagger.
I was no professional, but the shape seemed good.
"Put some clay on the edge. It'll sharpen the edge of the samurai sword," God advised.
He even knows about samurai swords. Such a knowledgeable old man.
Klyscha gave me the clay to coat the edges.
The next part was quenching, which required a quick cooling of the heated metal in either oil or water as shown in God's notes.
"God, oil or water?"
"Chilly Water."
I took out a tub from my ring and filled it with water of about zero degrees. I enveloped the sword in flames for a minute, then submerged it into the water.
And I waited.
'Am I doing good?'
(Yep. My love will be the best craftsman.)
'Imma forge my own Excalibur one day!'
(I… support you.)
'You don't sound sure.'
(Creation is the only thing where my love needs my help…)
'Jeez. Have more confidence in yourself. You're worth far more than your creation ability, okay?'
(Umm…)
I took out a chair to observe my hard work cooling down while chatting idly with Klyscha. Once it was done, I took it out and heated it to a moderate temperature for tempering.
This time, I let it stay on the anvil to cool naturally.
Man, there is a lot of heating here. It'd be lame to do it every time with my mana. I should get an assistant to help me.
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Maybe a fire familiar. I recalled the creature that came to life from the Darkness and Life element.
'Can I create one by mixing the Fire and Life Element?'
(You can. It's not hard.)
'Kay.'
Like the last time, I drew out the Fire element from one hand and the Life element from the other.
(My love, focus. You have to give it shape, a basic personality, and a soul. Life Element will only give it the first, the rest will require your willpower. Think of it as your child.)
The red and white energies intertwined, radiating a gentle warmth and a subtle scent of nature. I shut my eyes and sharpened my focus. The shape should be a small humanoid figure made from the fire like a fire elemental. I willed the elements to morph into my desired shape, and they did so effortlessly.
Shape done.
For personality, an eager and curious person, who will learn the process of crafting alongside me. I focused all my willpower on one thing.
[—You have created a living being from pure energy.]
[—Rewards: +20 points in mana attribute.]
[—You acquired the skill 'Life Creation'.]
[—Life Creation (Special): The user can create living beings by consuming mental strength and mana.]
I felt like someone smashed a thousand-ton hammer on my head. It was very much like the pain of overusing my mental strength to read Grimoire. Creating life wasn't an easy task.
"Oh boy, you did another absurd thing."
God's voice prompted me to open my eyes. The sight before me sent me into an endless spiral of shock and surprise.
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