The Old Man Who is Serious About Swords
Fed up with the conversation of the girls, which had nothing to do with the freshness of the morning, I ran away from the house and headed for the blacksmith shop.
It was to make a prototype of the old man Mondo's sword.
I head to the forge while ruminating over the old man's request in my head.
On the way, I met Hailgrid-san, a dwarf from Jereid-san's party.
Apparently, he had been drinking until morning with an acquaintance from the town's blacksmith shop.
"Hailgrid-san. Can I ask you to pass on a message to old man Mondo?"
"Yeah. I don't mind. Anyway, Light. You're a serious guy. I can't believe you would make that guy's sword. The dwarves of the Republic have given up on making him sword......"
"Yeah! What's wrong, giving up making him a sword?"
"They make it and that guy immediately destroys it. Also, he's annoying, saying not to put magic in it. I sympathize with his hypersensitivity to mana, but you can't make a strong sword without mana."
"Well, I feel like I can make it without putting mana, but I'll have to try my best."
I passed on my message and said goodbye to Hailgrid-san.
Well, today is just a prototype.
I use alchemy to smelt the materials into steel. Time flies. Then, as usual, it is folded over and over again to increase its strength and create the shape of a sword.
What's different from usual is that I didn't put any mana. I look at the completed sword with the [God's Eye]. Yep. It's heavy.
I made another one using the same method. These two finished products do not have a blade in them. Well, it's a prototype, and it has other purposes, so this is fine.
I grabbed the two swords and headed to McQueen-san's usual lodging.
It was just past lunch time, so the dining room at the inn was empty. Old man Mondo was sitting at the counter drinking alcohol.
"Hey, Light. It was just yesterday. Besides, Hailgrid said you will make it this morning, but don't tell me it's already done?"
"A prototype... or should I say a model? It's ready, so check it out. I'll make a new one with the adjustments made."
The old man let out a sigh and looked at me in shock.
"You... you're acting so recklessly. There's no rush. There's no need to force yourself to make something."
"No, I'm not trying to be reckless."
"You're in too much of a hurry. Whether it's the recent match, sword making, or even your relationship with Lida Ojou-chan."
"Why are you talking about Lida?''
I asked, feeling a little annoyed.
"You're still 13, aren't you? When you and Lida Ojou-chan met, your face looked like a happy dog. And when you heard that I had messed with Lida Ojou-chan, that was it. The dog is trying to pick a fight with me as if it's going to bite me. That's proof that you're too hasty."
The old man continued to drink alcohol, but I was surprised to see his face become a little more serious.
"Also. It is an unnecessary meddling, but... even though she's half, she's an elf. They live in a different time than humans. Don't be too impatient with the elves, or they won't like you."
Huh? I don't remember this old man being this kind of character.
I'm always surprised when I see the old man talking about something serious.
"It's none of your business. Well... I will listen to your advice honestly."
The old man snorts at my words and drinks alcohol.
I took out the sword and showed it to old man Mondo.
The old man looked at the sword with great interest, then picked it up and lightly waved it in his hand.
"Hey. Is this a prototype? Isn't it already good? It doesn't contain any magic."
"By the way, I heard that the old man is hypersensitive to mana, but what does it feel like? I've heard it, but I've never examined one."
The old man asked a little nervously.
"Are you also imitating a doctor? Ah, that's right! That guy said you had [recovery magic]... I see..."
Apparently, the old man came up with the answer on his own.
"Hypersensitivity to mana is a disease that affects people with little mana. In my case, it is more serious because I have no mana. But it's not life-threatening, so there's no need to treat it. If I had to say, it's just that when I feel mana, I get a tingling sensation that makes me sick."
Heh. This is the first time I've heard about it.
"So you don't feel any tingling from that sword? And what about more detailed requests? Like the curve, length, and width of the sword."
The old man pondered for a moment before answering.
"That's right... I've decided. This one will be used for hunting monsters, so I'd like it to be a little longer. The handle should be longer. Also, I want the width of the sword to be a little thicker. Leave its curve as is."
I use my fingers to check the requests he makes.
Then I decided to ask what I was curious about.
"I understand the general idea, but it will add a lot of weight, right?"
"Yeah. No problem. In fact, up until now, what I've been using was too light. That's why it easily breaks when I'm dealing with monsters."
"I see. Also, since it's for monsters, don't you also need one for humans? What should you do? Should I make one?"
"Are you going to make one? If so, it should be the same size as the one I'm using now."
Saying that, the old man tapped the sword hanging on his waist.
"Understood. One for monsters and one for humans."
The old man asked me while looking at the prototype I made.
"By the way, Light. What are we going to do with this guy?"
"I didn't put a blade on it because I wanted to use it for practice with the old man. Well, if you don't want to practice with it, I'll reshape it and sell it to McQueen-san."
The old man grinned.
"As expected. You're very attentive. This guy can be used for training. But then again, you're a very serious guy."
Serious? Me? I think everyone has misunderstood me. Surprisingly, I'm very honest about my desires.
I only made it this time because I was intrigued.
I looked over at the old man who looked happy looking at the sword, and I was thinking about his requests and trying to figure out the perfect shape for the sword.
Tftc
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