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?"

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

expression,

it? boy, let me tell ye this. I've seen all kinds o' swordsmanships. If what ye show me be nae

"That makes more sense."

of the greatest blacksmith's of the world, they had

Ko—! Tok—!

on the table to get my attention, Malvil

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

"...Never thought you would."

"Glad ye know."

from my dimensional space, I rested

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

lifting my

show you a regular

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

"Sure..."

was filled with precious

I wasn't sure about what he wanted exactly, I was still planning

"Huuu..."

of the sword and calmed my mind.

"Ye ready?"

"I am,"

I replied.

my right foot back,

as not even a couple of seconds after I spoke, Malvil

show me what

—Click!

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

streak

a split second, I had sheathed and

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

"..."

"How was it?"

curious and

that one strike. I felt incredibly good about

to meet his standards? I wanted

lasted for a brief couple more seconds before Malvil

"That's it?"

"H..huh?"

words made me lose composure slightly as

unamused and almost borderline bored expression on his face was what did

really that

my composure, I looked

you

meant was, was that truly

"...Yes."

I didn't use any of my main movements, it would've made no difference

The fundamentals were there.

"I see"

a sigh before going back to the entrance of

"Excuse me?"

"...What?"

"So, did I fail?"

"You dinna think."

trace of disappointment flashed across my

much hope from the beginning, getting told outright that I didn't make the cut still

you at least tell

and leaned on the counter of the shop

was the problem with my

I wasn't

failures in my

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

he rejected me now, didn't mean he was going to reject me

could

side, Malvil picked up an

a sigh, he

do this because

"Please."

I smiled happily.

Malvin went straight to

your swordsmanship

"A mess?"

how ta wield a sword nae too long ago,

down, Malvil picked another one and repeated the same

he eyed me from the

"Is me analysis wrong?"

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

shook

the best blacksmiths in the world. With just one glance, he was able to tell that I had

touched a sword for that little bit o' time. I can tell from your rank that yer talented, an' that tha swordsmanship ye practice be quite sophisticated,

Malvil paused.

once again picked another one and

put down and looking back at

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