"Finally, I'm ho."
It was such a strange sentence to utter when I just enclosed myself in a room I'd just entered for the very first ti. The overwhelmingly massive sense of relief that one could hear in my voice if there was anyone with in this room to hear was even stranger…
And yet, such was the truth, for just by stepping inside this so-called workshop, I felt as if I'd returned to a long-lost ho.
This place alone was at least twenty tis bigger than the place I forrly called my ho. And even though it was choke-full of equipnt, tools, and all sorts of different workspaces, it didn't feel cramped in the slightest.
"Wait…" As my eyes caught a glimpse of sothing that didn't fit the general vibe of the room, I rushed across the place, eager to find out whether it was just an illusion or an actual, solid truth.
"Don't you fucking tell …"
I could barely mutter when I cast my glance down the stairs only to learn that they've led to the basent.
No, that's the wrong way to put it.
Those stairs, they've lead to THE basent.
Even though my perspective was fairly limited, I could already see a full-sized pool table and a set of gaming machines aligned over one of the basent's walls. There was also a hint of a massive fridge and by moving to the other side of the stairs I could see the corner of what appeared to be a massive, wall-fucking-sized television!
"Looking at this, I'm not sure if they want to work or just laze around all day…" I muttered to myself before gritting my teeth and turning away.
It would be so ti before Claire would wake up… a ti I was set to spend properly. And wasting it on gas, however great they could be, or even sothing as simple as touring what appeared to be the top-tier mancave…
"A waste of ti is all it would be," I spoke out loud mostly to convince my very own self. And with those words in my mouth, I turned my back to the stairs before moving back to the workshop proper and taking a proper look around it.
Even though the delivery of all the things we've ordered with Clarie only ca this morning, there were already several open boxes filled with all sorts of stuff for to play around with, all neatly stacked in a place where they wouldn't obstruct my way regardless of what equipnt I needed to use.
They weren't all that far from the center of the room either, saving the ti on the trips necessary to grab whatever parts or ingredients I needed.
"This place is fucking insane…" I was so shocked I just couldn't help but curse, feeling as if using just plain, cultured words wouldn't give this massive room… No, this workshop hall has proper justice!
Yet, as massive and full of useful tools as this place was… it also made feel quite overwheld.
What should I start with? Which tool would be the most helpful? Maybe I should begin by learning how to use all of them from scratch, lest I was willing to pay the bloody price of making a careless mistake?
With so many options at hand, I simply couldn't decide where to start!
And so, rather than focusing on the things that were new to , I opted to do things as usual.
"Let's see what I have, try to think of sothing I can craft, and then go from there."
This was where I made my first mistake… albeit it took quite a while to even realize it.
For sorting through the accessible tools and resources back ho took a re hour, it's already been ninety minutes before I realized that while I'd managed to bring out one piece, vial, or a small box of everything that the house staff prepared for to craft with… I still had yet to even think about what I could do with it!
"Maybe I should try crafting a weapon or sothing?" I thought to myself, learning of the one true hardship of creative arts for the very first ti. For as it turned out, getting an idea of what I wanted to craft wasn't always going to be as easy as it was in all the instances of it happening before!
But a weapon?
It wasn't an idea born out of what should be the traumatic experience of being a victim of an attempted kidnapping. Sure, it wasn't a nice mory to have, but sohow, I ca out of that event without any major emotional scars.
No.
The idea to craft a weapon was rely a part of a male fantasy… or rather, the calling of a man's soul, a basic human need so effectively curbed by all the laws and limitations imposed by the governnt to neuter the citizens and establish a monopoly of violence in the hands of the governnt services… and all those ca closest to the law when they took a piss on it.
But while pretty much all the firearms were now a heavily and strictly regulated commodity, be it a full gun or parts one needed to make it…
It wasn't a gun that I had in my mind when I thought about making a weapon!
"Should I try starting with a sword?" I muttered to myself, only to quickly gave up on the idea.
Sure, it sounded fun both to craft and then to wield. Who knew, it could maybe even have so beneficial effects on my cultivation, but…
But a sword was a weapon used by nobles rather than your everyday soldiers in the annals of history not only because it was one of the more complex weapons to learn how to handle, but also because it was sothing that could cost one hell of a pretty penny to make.
And while sure, in my current situation, money didn't seem to be an issue when it ca to anything short of buying entire companies or investing in the stock market or real estate… The high price of a sword didn't co around just because, but due to just how hard it was on craftsn to prepare a proper blade for it.
"Maybe I should go with sothing simpler, like an axe? Or maybe a spear?"
Those two were much easier both to wield, as proved by how commonly those two were used in history, but also to prepare, given how the generals of the past didn't seem to mind throwing thousands of those at the farrs they would conscript for their wars.
And given the skill and the mortality rate of those conscripts, a spear or an axe appeared to be a weapon cheap enough to match the cost of their lives, thus making it a weapon extrely simple to prepare.
Yet, while I opted not to try making a sword for practical reasons when it ca to spears and axes…
"I just don't feel it, huh?" I muttered to myself, almost feeling like crying over the emptiness that replaced the creative center in my brain.
And then, it dawned upon .
A single historical episode from the past so far down I couldn't consider it anything more but a fairy tale… but recent enough for there to be proper historical records about it.
One instance when a certain nation rose up against its oppressors and included in their army the unit of scythen, forr farrs who took the tools of their trade to go and cut a bloody path through the occupying soldiers to their freedom.
A weapon that was perfectly impractical if not outright nonsensical, given the imnse casualty rate that historical unit suffered… But a weapon with a cool factor great enough to get my creative juices flowing again!
"So, I'm going to make a scythe, huh?" I spoke to no one else but myself, finally allowing my eyes to move back to the selection of the materials accessible to that I'd worked hard to neatly display directly on the floor.
"No, you are going to go and get breakfast with ," Claire said, proving that my ability to sense others was extrely subpar when compared to my ability to co up with random bullshit I wanted to craft.
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