Magic-Smithing Ch: 111.5

I was falling, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I had won, and the corpse of the giant bird falling with was proof of that. Besides, I had ti before either of us hit the ground; we were hundreds of feet up in the air, after all.

I watched below as the last remaining bits of the bird’s soul left its body. And once the leading soul was gone, the experience once cradling the soul started to dissipate into the surroundings.

For a brief second, I hesitate to activate Soul Devourer. I was still wary of using my skill after running into the remnants the other day and wanted to make sure I was activating my skill on my own accord and not just being manipulated into doing so.

It hurt to see my hard-earned experience fading into nothing, but I had to be sure. Better safe than sorry.

I don’t know what I expected to happen; maybe I'd have a nearly uncontrollable urge like with the remnants, or hear a sinister voice in my head, perhaps?

But after a second, I’m surprised to feel nothing. There was no urge to devour the world or sith-like voices telling to follow my instincts. So was there sothing different about the remnants, or was it because I was expecting sothing and overca the urges without realizing it?

I had no idea, but what I did know was that I was in control at this mont, and that ant I could use my skill. Of course, I would still be careful, but that was no reason to hesitate.

Three Ghostly hands spring from my body as I activate Soul Devourer and greedily begin plucking strands of experience points out of the air. The hands couldn’t grab all of it, but I was still absorbing many tis the amount of experience I would've initially gotten for the kill. The hands were manifestations of my soul, so Tabitha wouldn't see them even if she was watching . I couldn't use it on the remnants because Tabitha would've noticed them disappearing.

There is, however, still one conscience of using my skill. I’m forced to grit my teeth to keep myself from audibly moaning. I could feel myself blushing as the pleasure of absorbing tens of thousands of experience points washes over .

Montarily, I want to devour all that I can, but ntal Resistance quickly helps squash those feelings before they can grow and fester. I would absorb what I could and nothing more.

This internal dispute only lasts a few seconds, and it isn't long before I've either absorbed all the bird's experience or the rest has dissipated completely.

Perfect timing, too, because I see the ground growing closer past the bird's corpse. I'd fallen almost 300 feet in four seconds, and it was ti for to activate Air Walk. I could use this mont to test how I’d fare against fall damage, but sothing told doing that when I’m falling at roughly 150 feet a second wasn’t the best idea.

Using my Mana Threads still deployed from holding onto the bird, I spread them out to catch the mana in the air around to slow my descent. Then when my velocity had dropped to sothing less strenuous on my legs, I pushed off the air with Air Walk, reducing my falling speed to almost nothing.

Below , the bird's corpse crashes into the forest floor with all the montum of a runaway truck. I expected it to turn into paste, but I saw it was primarily intact as I drop-down next to it. Its wings were now crooked, but the body was in one piece other than them and its skull. So even if it didn't have the sa defense as the dino-rhino, it seems that it could still take quite a beating. Too bad for it; my hamr did more damage than the crash landing.

Still feeling the glow of absorbing experience, I stand next to the dead bird clasping my hands and offering a short prayer. It isn't to the gods; I just ask the universe to peacefully guide its soul to its next life. It may have chosen to fight rather than flee, but that's life. It made its decision, and I made mine.

"Now, where is Tabitha?" I ask myself after delivering the bird its last rights. I glanced around where we landed, but my guardian was nowhere in sight. I stare at the spot we were initially hiding, expecting to see her pop out of hiding at any mont, but she never appears. “Where in the hell?”

“Looking for !?”

Startled, I try to pinpoint Tabitha's location by following her voice, but I don't see her.

“Up here!” Tabitha calls out, giving a clue where she is.

“What are you doing up there?!” I finally spot Tabitha making her way down the nearest tree.

I don’t know why she was up there, but I don’t particularly care at the mont. As soon as her feet touch the ground, I fall backward onto my ass. The total weight of my fight with the bird had finally caught up to . Once I knew Tabitha was close by and I could safely catch my breath, my legs went out on .

Seeing fall, Tabitha rushes over to my side with a worried expression.

“Are you ok?” She asks , her stone-faced expression nowhere to be found.

“Where was all this concern while I was fighting? I’m fine, by the way. Did almost die at one point,” I sarcastically snap at her.

"I know; I was there," Tabitha smiles down at . "You asked why I was up in the tree; obviously, I was up there watching your fight. I started to rush in when you were flung against the tree, but you reacted better than I expected, and I decided you could handle yourself at the last second. It was a wise choice to counterattack when you did rather than try to flee. If you had tried to dodge in your position, I would've needed to step in and help you, but you got it to back off by yourself.”

Tabitha revealing that she was close to the entire ti left speechless. I could only guess that I didn't see her because my vision was blurry during that part of the fight. Apparently, she doesn’t realize my counterattacking was completely improvised and was in no way planned. But hey, I wasn’t going to correct her.

Hearing Tabitha praise my battle decisions was bittersweet. After absorbing all that experience, the pain in my head had started to fade, but my back was still killing . I know I won, but I knew more than she did about how bad I ssed up. “You followed ?”

Tabitha rolls her eyes at . “Did you expect to send you up against your first real opponent by yourself?”

“Kind of,” I admit. I an, that sounded like sothing Tabitha would do.

Tabitha’s smile slips, and she frowns, “Don’t be getting a big head just because you won. You may have done a few things right, but don’t think I didn’t notice you making multiple mistakes. You were creative in your approach, yet let your target get the drop on you.”

"How was I supposed to know it didn't produce any sound?” I grumble, trying to co up with at least so semblance of an excuse, not wanting to admit I took my eyes off my target.

“Alright, fine,” Tabitha’s readiness to change subjects doesn't bode well for . "What about after you dodged the bird’s initial attack? You rushed it without evaluating properly. Didn’t you tell your new armor would last longer than your old set?”

Tabitha points at my breastplate and makes an excellent point. Three large scratches were marring the surface of my new armor. They weren’t deep, but they starched from one side of my armor to the other.

“I told you to expect anything; how did you interpret that to an rush in?” Tabitha berates my decisions one after another, but I can see the concern she’s trying to hide behind her lecturing. Even if she thinks I counterattacked when I needed to, she probably realizes that things could’ve turned out differently.

“I almost died,” I whisper under my breath.

Tabitha must have heard because she stopped pointing out everything I did wrong and lets out a tired sigh. “You could’ve, but you didn’t.”

“And if I didn’t swing when I did?” I ask in a hollow voice.

“Then I would’ve had to save you,” Tabitha confidently tells .

“Save soone with a hole in their neck?” I raise an inquisitive eyebrow.

“It would’ve never co to that. I had a skill ready if you dodged or froze. You would’ve been heavily injured, but you wouldn’t have died.”

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“You’re sure about that?” I ask skeptically.

Tabitha and I locked eyes, and I note there wasn't a hint of deceit there.

“You know, you could've told you would follow ,” I groaned, trying to get back to my feet. I couldn't stay sitting forever, no matter how much my body wanted to.

“And stifle your first big hunt, not a chance," Tabitha responds, sounding proud of herself.

No matter how much I was trying to appear annoyed at her for not telling her plans, I understood why she did it, and I couldn’t help but smile at how happy she looked that her plan had worked out for the better. Tabitha may be a little crazy, but then again, I just rushed a giant magical bird, and for what, a place to sleep? I’m pretty sure that makes just as crazy, arguably more so.

“So, what happens now?” I ask after stumbling to my feet, now knowing how that dino-rhino felt earlier today. “My mana’s down to 20%, and I need to rest."

“You can rest in a mont," Tabitha tells before turning to the massive bird corpse. "First, the important part.”

I watch Tabitha examine the corpse, and I admit, it took a minute to realize what she was doing.

She plucked out multiple feathers, examining them for so hidden quality I didn’t understand. In doing so, I got to see the various types of feathers, from the wedge-tipped flight feathers that made up the bird’s wings to its long rounded tail feathers. Tabitha even pulled out a few downy feathers, which kept the bird insulated.

Tabitha examined and discarded one feather after another until eventually, she found her prize, or should I say, my prize. Finally, she settles on a single feather from the very tip of the bird’s right wing, where the red and black colors et each other.

Thankfully, the feather Tabitha picked out for was one of the smaller ones. The more giant feathers are impressive to look at, but most of them were over a foot long. Heck, one of the tailfeathers Tabitha examined was over three feet in length; to say it would've been challenging to wear a feather that size was putting it mildly. Sothing that size would stick out too much, so I’m happy about Tabitha’s decision on a relatively smaller feather.

“Here,” Tabitha offered the beautiful quill, which I gratefully accepted. Half the feather was black while the other side was red. The feather radiated wind mana, and it was so good at catching the breeze. Just holding it allowed to see which way it was blowing. The large trees around us acted as giant wind barriers. Though it was quite windy up in the canopy, there was minimal airflow down here on the ground. So, the fact that the feather can catch an almost nonexistent gust was impressive, to say the least.

“Do I have to wear this now?” I hesitantly ask while morizing every inch of my prize. Ideas of what I would do with it flooded my mind. I could turn it into a hair ornant like Tabitha had, or maybe have mom sow it to my sleeve. From what Tabitha told , as long as I displayed it, I was free to do with it as I liked.

“If you want,” Tabitha shrugs. “Though I don’t recomnd it.”

"That's surprising; I thought you'd want to wear it imdiately.”

“I’m not saying you can’t,” Tabitha clarifies. “I’m just saying if you wear it now, you’re likely to drop it, or worse. Think of the feather as a new piece of armor. Sure, you can throw it on, and it'll do its job….”

“But I won’t be able to use it properly without practice,” I finish Tabitha's sentence, demonstrating I understand what she was getting at.

“Exactly; for now, I suggest you put it in your bag. You can start wearing it during our sparring session when we get back to the village. Once you're used to it, you can wear it all the ti.”

For once, I followed Tabitha's instructions to the letter, stashing my feather in my pack by wrapping it in the material I brought with should I need to make a tent. Of course, it wasn't as fragile as a regular feather, but that didn't an I would chance bending it.

Once my feather was secure, I turned my attention to the rest of the bird. There were a few bald spots from where Tabitha ripped feathers out, but there were still thousands more. Tabitha may have looked through the feathers for a trophy to claim, but I saw sothing more; crafting materials!

I had never worked with wind-attributed materials before, but it didn’t take a genius to realize the bird’s tailfeathers would make great fletching for arrows. While the feathers on the wings caught the slightest breeze, the tailfeathers were utterly still.

Reaching down and picking one up, I smile at how easily I can wave it through the air. “Yeah, I can work with these.”

Now the only question was, how many do I take?

I could stuff my bag full of them, and it wouldn’t weigh down that much, but then I won’t have room for anything else. Maybe….

“Hey, Tabitha, if I stashed so feathers for later, what do you think the chances are they’ll be here when we get back?” If I could tie a bindle of tailfeathers together and stash them sowhere, like up in the tree where we’ll be staying tonight, I could retrieve them on our way out of the forest. Even if I have a full bag by then, carrying a bundle of feathers wouldn’t be that much of a stretch.

“Anything is possible," she shrugs.

By her expression, I’m guessing she doesn’t think they’ll be here when we get back. But it doesn’t hurt to try. I’ll bring ten feathers with , so I'll still have so to play with later if she's right.

While I start collecting feathers, Tabitha uses her sword to butcher the bird. I was looking forward to dinner tonight, and since magic-beast at lasts longer than its non-magical counterpart, we can take so extra with us and not worry about it spoiling right away.

We both work together to get everything done, and it isn’t long until we’re both sitting by a small makeshift fire, and I'm grilling us skewers with a bundle of feathers sitting next to . I tied them together by weaving together so tree fibers. All and all, I had maybe twenty pounds of feathers, more than enough to make so quality arrows.

Soon, we were going to climb up to the nest after we were finished eating; that was where I decided I was going to stash my feathers. Then, hopefully, if another beast cos across them, they won't seem out of place in a nest that slled exactly like them.

You could hardly notice it, but the light in the forest was growing dimr.

So, before we set out, I secretly pull up my status page while flipping the skewers around and pretending to focus on cooking. And there was a lot to unpack:

LV: 74 Experience: 914,441/ 1,004,619

Health: 2,164.83/2,450

Stamina 593.77/1,666

Mana: 308.86/1,030

Vitality: 245.06

Endurance: 100.20

Strength: 155.10

Dexterity: 155.15

Senses: 62.59

Mind: 65.49

Magic: 103.20

Clarity: 79.14

Status Points: 0

Skills:

Tier 1:

ditation (LV79), Running (LV78), Blacksmithing (LV75), Hamr Skills (LV68), Axe Skills (LV60), Cleaning (LV53), Mining (LV51), Chanting (LV50), Drawing (LV48), Trading (LV48), Cooking (LV42), Sword Skills (LV40), Dagger Skills (LV34), Acting (LV33), Wood Carving (LV32), Sewing (LV32), Dancing (LV23), Alchemy (LV15), Pugilist Skills (LV9), Spear Skills (LV2)

Tier 2:

Sense Mana (LV79), Double Step (LV66), Charm (LV50), asurent (LV49), Hamr Arts (LV49), Axe Arts (LV39), Writing (LV32), Intimidating Shout (LV32), Mathematics (LV31), Steady Hands (LV32), Increase Price (LV22), Lower Price (LV20), Sword Arts (LV17), Dagger Arts (LV13), Gourt (LV9), Marching (LV5), Shout of Valor (LV3),

Tier 3:

Expel Mana (LV63), Mana Manipulation (LV63), Weighted Strike (LV44), Precise Strike (LV43), Double Strike (LV43), Flash Step (LV34), Contract (LV22), Enchanting (LV10)

Tier 4:

ntal Resistance (LV60), Mana Skin (LV59), Inject Mana (LV54), Extract Mana (LV39), Magic Blacksmithing (LV36), Magic Threads (LV21), Air Walk (LV20), Empowered Spell (LV14), Ironclad Agreent (LV8), Appealing Deal (LV3)

Tier 5:

Sense Soul (LV40), Soul Manipulation (LV19)

Tier 6:

Soul Devourer (LV7)

Increased Skill Levels

Cooking (LV42) 2,100exp

Sewing (LV32) 1,600exp

Dancing (LV24-26) 3,750exp

Double Step (LV66) 6,600exp

Hamr Arts (LV49) 4,900exp

Steady Hands (LV32) 3,200exp

Gourt (LV8-9) 1,700exp

Double Strike (LV43) 6,450exp

Flash Step (LV33-34) 10,050exp

Enchanting (LV10) 1,500exp

Mana Skin (LV59) 14,750exp

Extract Mana (LV39) 9,750exp

Magic Blacksmithing (LV36) 9,000exp

Magic Threads (LV22-23) 11,250exp

Air Walk (LV20) 5,000exp

Soul Devourer (LV5-7) 18,000exp

Skill Experience: 109,600exp

Crafting Experience: 47,395exp

Fighting Experience: 228,135exp

Total experience Gained: 385,130exp

When I pulled up my status page, the first thing I noticed was my missing health points. That one strike from the bird that sent spiraling into the tree cost nearly 300 Health points. Of course, I was still able to move during the fight, but that was still over 10% of my health gone in one hit.

Luckily, I was already starting to heal and would probably be back to full health by the end of tomorrow, but that's only because I was hit once. The more damage a person suffers, the slower they are to heal.

I shudder to think about what would’ve happened if soone of Sandra’s level and build were hit the sa way. Her physical skills were nothing compared to mine, and she would've lost a lot more than 300 Health.

Shaking my head, I cast away those thoughts. It did no good to imagine everything that could go wrong in the world, so I focused on the here and now and continued to look over my status.

My Stamina and Mana were practically empty, but I already knew that. At this point, I'm used to feeling tired after my sparring sessions with Tabitha, and this wasn't much different. My Stamina would refill on its own, albeit with so soreness. And I only need to absorb the mana around and wait for my body to convert it before it’s fully recharged.

The skewers were helping in that regard; the bird at was practically jam-packed to the brim with mana. It tasted like the best chicken I'd ever had and had the benefit of helping recover faster. What else could I ask for in a al?

The answer to that was skill levels, and the bird offered those too. After a long ti, my cooking skill finally leveled again while roasting the skewers. And after we started eating, I felt Gourt level as well. And those two skills weren't the only ones that improved after my fight with the magic bird.

It had been two weeks since the last ti I checked my status page, and a handful of my skills had already leveled in that ti, but my desperate fight with the bird seed to fuel the growth of my skills even more. Dancing, Double Step, Double Strike, Flash Step, Mana Skin, and Air Walk all leveled during my fight at so point.

Then there was Soul Devourer.

My tier 6 skill gained three levels after sucking up as much of the bird's experience as possible. I only naturally absorbed around forty thousand experience for killing the bird. That was a lot for other people, but it was not worth risking my life over at my level. If I hadn't used Soul Devourer, I'm not sure it would've been worth the fight, even with the increase to my skill levels.

In the end, I did use my skill, and because I did, I got an extra hundred and eighty thousand experience points. That kind of payoff was worth risking my life, if only slightly.

But the amount of experience I got was interesting. The bird was around my level, which ant it had over fourteen million experience shielding its soul. I only managed to get two hundred and twenty of that. So even if I factored in hesitating to activate my skill, that ans I only absorbed 1.5% of the bird's overall experience. That was absolutely nothing!

“Sothing wrong?” Tabitha suddenly asks , making flinch. “You were making a pained face.”

“Sorry, just a little sore,” I rub my shoulders and arms in a massaging motion, pretending like that was the reason why my expression was the way that it is.

“Are you still able to climb?” She asks, probably wondering if she would need to drag up into the tree.

As fun as that would be to see, I had no desire to be manhandled by Tabitha. “I’ll manage,” I flatly tell her.

Tabitha sighs in relief. “Good; we should get climbing. We've been on the ground long enough. It will soon get dark, and the bird's corpse will surely attract scavengers.”

Closing my status page, I groan as I climb to my feet. I was already tired, and now I had a stomach full of magic-beast at. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and fall asleep.

Tabitha and I gathered our belongings. I grabbed my bundle of feathers while she grabbed so of the magic bird at wrapped in so large leaves for storage. We kicked dirt onto the fire and made sure to stomp out any embers that remained. Neither of us wanted to start a forest fire, especially when we would be sleeping in a tree.

For the second ti today, I climbed a large tree whose bottom layers were covered in bird feces. Of all the tis to be low on mana, it had to be when I desperately wanted to clean myself.

It took longer to scale the tree than my first ti, and while I was climbing, I thought about the last bit of experience my status page said I had gained.

I got a tidy sum of experience points for making Reel's dagger. Unfortunately, my creation wasn't enough to push Blacksmithing to level 76, but that would've been too easy. I did, however, finally get Enchanting to level 10, so that was a bonus. But, again, I worked hard on my crafting, and it showed in how much experience I was rewarded for going above and beyond with my designs.

While I climbed the tree, I thought about what I would make going forward. And by the ti we climbed up to the bird's nest, only the faintest of light was seeping through the canopy. It was getting dark fast, so Tabitha and I rushed to inspect the hole in the tree while we still had the chance.

Thankfully, unlike regular birds, there wasn't any crap mixed into the bird’s nest. Instead, the hovel in the tree was lined with sticks, stones, and, surprisingly, dried out pieces of various animal hides. It slt like a chicken coop, but at this point, I could sleep on a pile of trash if I had to.

I fished out the small piece of canvas I brought with , careful to take my feather out first, and laid it on the ground. I then placed my bundle of feathers under the tarp on one end, making an impromptu pillow. Last night I was the first to take watch, so that ant I got to sleep first tonight. Lucky for , because if sothing did approach us while I was in my current state, I’m not entirely sure what I could do about it.

Even if I was only going to get five or six hours to rest, that should be enough to get back to a state where I can defend myself if need be.

The last thing I saw as my head hit my pillow was Tabitha chuckling at how dead I looked. And with that, my tiring first day in the magic dense region ca to a close.