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?"

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

my expression, Malvin

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,

Ko—! Tok—!

the table to get my attention,

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

"...Never thought you would."

"Glad ye know."

my dimensional space, I

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

was set, lifting my head slightly, I

show you a

moves can damage tha

"Sure..."

was filled with precious materials and artifacts, I decided to

he wanted exactly, I was still planning

"Huuu..."

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

"Ye ready?"

"I am,"

I replied.

my right foot back,

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

me what ye can

—Click!

instinct, my thumb pushed forward, and a silver streak of

the silver streak was a subtle clicking

second, I had sheathed and unsheathed my sword at incredible

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

"..."

"How was it?"

curious and nervous about his

that one strike. I felt incredibly good about that

what I did good enough to

more seconds before Malvil opened his mouth. His voice, sounding

"That's it?"

"H..huh?"

made me lose composure slightly

almost borderline bored expression on his face was what did it for

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

composure, I looked back at Malvil and

you mean that's

truly

"...Yes."

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

The fundamentals were there.

"I see"

before going back to the entrance of the shop. I followed from

"Excuse me?"

"...What?"

"So, did I fail?"

"You dinna think."

trace of disappointment flashed

never had too much hope from the beginning, getting

at least tell

and leaned on the counter of the shop where

problem with

disappointed, I

faced many failures in my

failure 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

he was going to reject me

could

glancing at me from the side, Malvil picked up an artifact

letting out a

do this because

"Please."

I smiled happily.

Malvin went straight to

your swordsmanship be

"A mess?"

how ta wield a sword nae too

down, Malvil picked another one

eyed me

"Is me analysis wrong?"

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

shook

blacksmiths in the world. With just one glance, he was able to

a sword for that little bit o' time. I can tell

Malvil paused.

the artifact down, he once again picked

put down and looking back at Malvin, I urged

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