The Author's POV

Chapter 303

"It's me, but who be ye? Human?"

Malvil picked up the hammer from the ground and tried to place it on the table.

Seeing him struggle to put the hammer on the table, I moved forward and offered him a hand.

"I'll help out."

"Ah, thank ye."

"...What in the world is this hammer made out of?"

In hindsight, I probably should've thought this more thoroughly since the hammer weighed a ton.

Even with my current stats, I could barely lift it.

"Khh, what is this hammer made out of?"

"A lot o' bloody metal"

"Aren't you a blacksmith? How can you work with a hammer that you can't lift."

"...Well, it's nae mine, it's me students."

"Bounded artifact?"

"Ye."

"...no wonder."

Bounded artifacts were artifacts that could only be used by a specific user. If anyone else tried to use it, the artifact would not respond to any mana fluctuation.

As such, unless held by the true owner, it was nothing more than a piece of scrap metal. An extremely heavy one at that.

"I'll hold it by its head an' ye hold it by tha handle."

"Okay...ukk."

"Put more strength in your hips, youngster."

"Ugh, I'm trying."

After struggling for what felt like an eternity but was actually more like a little less than a minute, we finally managed to place the hammer on the table.

"...My god."

I collapsed on the ground, completely drained of energy.

Even if the artifact was a bounded one, to think that it would weigh so much in its regular state. Just how difficult was crafting it?

"...So what did you come here for?"

Malvil wiped his forehead that was filled with sweat.

Standing up, I tried to introduce my self. However, before I could do that, I was quickly cut off by him.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ren, and I'm he—"

"You're here to get an artifact, right?"

"...yeah."

It looks like he already knew my answer. He probably just asked out of formality.

"What type of artifact do you want?"

"A sword."

As I asked, my heart rate sped up a little. Most likely, I was going to get rejected. But I at least wanted to know the requirements for getting accepted.

Malvil pointed towards the front of the shop and said.

"We have plenty in our shop; you can check them."

"I already have."

"...and?"

"I'm here to have a sword crafted rather than buying one."

"Crafted?"

"Yes."

An odd look flashed Malvin's eyes.

Patting the hammer on the table, he sat down on a wooden chair and rested his elbow on the table.

"Alright, show me your move. If ye can intrigue me, I may be interested in forging ye a sword."

"That's it?"

if he was impressed, he would craft it? Didn't that sound a little bit

my expression,

o' swordsmanships. If what ye show me be nae something worth me time,

"That makes more sense."

be hailed as one of the greatest blacksmith's of the world, they had to at

Ko—! Tok—!

to

because ye helped me, dinna assume that it will affect me

"...Never thought you would."

"Glad ye know."

out a random sword from my dimensional space, I rested it by the side of my

as it hinders my movements when walking. I only took it out whenever I

set, lifting my head slightly,

you

a regular move. Big moves can

"Sure..."

and realizing that it was filled with precious materials and artifacts, I decided to hold back on the

what he wanted exactly, I was still

"Huuu..."

sheath of the sword and calmed my mind. Closing

"Ye ready?"

"I am,"

I replied.

extending my right foot back,

wait didn't last long as not even a couple of seconds after I spoke, Malvil gave

what ye

—Click!

from Malvil, almost out of instinct, my thumb pushed forward, and

streak was

a split second, I had sheathed and unsheathed my sword at

my head, I looked at Malvil, who wordlessly stared

"..."

"How was it?"

genuinely curious and nervous

strike. I felt incredibly good about that

what I did good enough to meet his standards? I wanted to

a brief couple more seconds before Malvil opened his mouth.

"That's it?"

"H..huh?"

words made me lose composure

expression on his

making me doubt myself. Was it really that bad? Was my

I looked back at Malvil

do you mean

meant was, was that truly tha best ye

"...Yes."

my main movements, it would've made no difference to someone like

The fundamentals were there.

"I see"

going back to the entrance of the shop.

"Excuse me?"

"...What?"

"So, did I fail?"

"You dinna think."

trace of disappointment flashed across my

I never had too much hope from the beginning, getting told outright that I didn't

you at least tell me

and leaned on the

was the problem with my

disappointed, I

failures in my

wasn't going to make me lose myself. Rather, it was best for me to understand

because he rejected me now, didn't mean he was going to reject me again in the future. I knew that I

from the novel could help me with

the side, Malvil picked up an

a sigh, he opened his

this because ye

"Please."

I smiled happily.

Malvin went straight to

swordsmanship

"A mess?"

learned how ta

artifact down, Malvil picked another one and repeated the same process as

he cleaned, he eyed me

"Is me analysis wrong?"

"...no, you're correct."

bitterly shook my

just one glance, he was able to tell that I

just touched a sword for that little bit o' time. I can tell from your rank that yer talented, an' that tha

Malvil paused.

once again picked another one and

put down and looking back at Malvin,

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