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?"

a move, and if he was impressed, he would craft it?

expression, Malvin

it? boy, let me tell ye this. I've seen all kinds o' swordsmanships. If what ye show me be nae something worth me time, I will simply nae make ye a

"That makes more sense."

greatest blacksmith's of the world, they

Ko—! Tok—!

to get

just because ye helped me, dinna assume that it will affect me judgment. I'm very strict when

"...Never thought you would."

"Glad ye know."

my dimensional space, I rested

sword in my waist as it hinders my movements when walking. I only took it out whenever I was about to fight or was in a

was set, lifting my head slightly, I

show you a

really matter. Preferably, a regular move. Big moves can damage tha place. Whatever damage ye

"Sure..."

realizing that it was filled with precious materials and artifacts, I decided

wasn't sure about what he wanted exactly,

"Huuu..."

deep breath, I placed my hand on the sheath of the sword and calmed my mind. Closing

"Ye ready?"

"I am,"

I replied.

back, I

a couple of seconds

show me what ye can

—Click!

I got the okay from Malvil, almost out of instinct, my thumb pushed

followed the silver streak was a subtle

I had sheathed and unsheathed my sword at

turning my head, I looked at Malvil, who wordlessly stared at

"..."

"How was it?"

genuinely curious and nervous about

had put everything in that one strike. I felt incredibly good about that one

to meet his standards? I

a brief couple more seconds before Malvil opened

"That's it?"

"H..huh?"

made me lose composure

expression on his face was what

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

recovering my composure, I looked back at Malvil

do you

meant was, was that truly tha best ye

"...Yes."

movements, it would've made no difference

The fundamentals were there.

"I see"

sigh before going back to the entrance of the

"Excuse me?"

"...What?"

"So, did I fail?"

"You dinna think."

disappointment

the beginning, getting told outright that I didn't make

at least tell

and leaned on the counter of

the problem

I wasn't

many failures in my

or rejection wasn't going to make me lose myself. Rather, it was best for me to understand why I had failed so that I could work

mean he was going to reject me again in the future. I

could help me

the side, Malvil picked up an

letting out a sigh,

because

"Please."

I smiled happily.

Malvin went

your swordsmanship be a

"A mess?"

ta wield

down, Malvil picked another one and repeated

me from the side

"Is me analysis wrong?"

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

shook

the world. With just one glance, he was able to tell that I had only touched

sword for that little bit o' time. I can tell from your rank

Malvil paused.

down, he once again picked another one and repeated the

and looking back at Malvin, I urged him to

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