"A TON!!!" Ganja looked at Chiron with his beard quivering as his lips shook.
This was an outrageous request.
Because of forging, Ganja could only barely call himself a cultivator, and even he could not lift a ton of weight. It would take Cultivators of at least the middle-stage Wood rank to do such a thing. And here Chiron was, requesting to have a sword that weighed a ton.
By now, Ganja knew that Chiron was not a cultivator. Yet, the eight-year-old was asking for a sword that weighed a ton.
Ganja wanted to give his opinion on this, but he imdiately shut his mouth when he saw the look in Chiron's eyes.
And so, the making of the sword started.
Ganja gave it his best, but as Chiron expected of the first try, it ended in failure. The reason was quite obvious. Firstly, Ganja had to lt the tal together before beating it into shape.
However, Lifting the tal was a problem because of its weight.
If this was Chiron's forr world, making a sword that weighed a ton would probably have been a piece of cake, but it was not so at the mont.
On top of that, the forge was not big enough and the equipnt was not viable enough for the task Chiron had given.
And so, Old Man Chiron after trying several tis had no choice but to make changes to his plan.
Chiron had a deadline to et, and it was the job of the slave to ensure that the master made that deadline.
Ganja was a smart man. If the equipnt in the smithy could not do the job that was needed, then he had to find a way around it.
Ganja was the best Blacksmith at one ti, it was only to be expected that his tools were also the best. yet, there were lacking at the mont.
It was at such a ti that the value of a dwarf's knowledge of Runes ca in handy.
Once Ganja got the idea, he imdiately implented it.
He started the work on the forge and the other equipnt. He carved out Runes on them.
Runes were fundantal rules Matter must follow. Runes could be used to bend matter and adjust their form to please one's needs and wants.
The kind of Runes Ganja used was strictly for Forging. Although it was not that high a level, it was high enough to help in this situation.
An example of the power of runes would be the rune on the hamr he usually used to beat tal on the Anvil.
For every hit he gave, it was equivalent to ten from the normal hit of a Hamr.
While the rune on the forge multiplied heat by ten.
This was the wonderful ability of Runes.
Ganja decided to add a few runes to the equipnt he used.
For example, he added a rune that could help the forge beco bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.
With the amount of adjustnts he had to do to all his tools, ti flew by fast.
In this manner, the fifth day passed. Now, Chiron only had two days to go. After Ganja was done with the new runes on the tools, the actual work imdiately started.
anwhile, back at the blacksmith's market, many whispered and gossiped with one another.
"Hey! have you seen it?" One blacksmith asked his other blacksmith friend as both of them enjoyed counting out the profits they had made from the business of selling swords to the new cultivators of the clan.
"Yes, I have. Apparently, old man Ganja is back in the business of experinting with his stupid dream. The smoke from the Smithy blows day and night."
"Hmmm! He has not yet learned his lesson. Now, all he has is his Halot daughter and he is still fooling around."
"That's true. But what confuses is where he got the money to sponsor the large movent of teorite Ore he did the other day."
"You did not hear?"
"Hear what exactly!?"
"rumors have it that he sold his daughter to a new cultivator for money to continue his research."
"What!? is that true?"
"Well! That's what I heard. Eyewitnesses say that they saw him sign the Blood pact in the middle of the street just the other day."
Both n shook their heads in pity.
"Wonders shall never end. The things people do for money. As if losing everything and killing his son was not enough, now, he sold out his only daughter."
This was just one of the gossip that went around about Ganja. So even said that he had sold his soul to the devil and that the young cultivator with the baggy clothes was the person the devil sent to collect it.
However, regardless of whatsoever, others would say, Ganja was actively at work. Every ti he hit the sword with his hamr, his heart beat with excitent at the beauty he was creating.
There were tis when he worked, he would beco so moved by emotions that tears would pour down his eyes.
In his entire life, he had never been this happy.
As the saying went, "Only a person that has touched the bottom of sadness could enjoy the peak of happiness."
Ganja was such a man.
He had lost his wife, his ho, and even his dream at one ti, but now, he was finally there.
He was finally doing it. He was making the strongest sword with the greatest forging technique.
On the sixth day, it was finally done.
Ganja inford Chiron of his good work and Chiron ca to see the weapon.
The sword was black and shiny on all sides. However, it remained on a table. Because of its weight, no one could carry it.
Chiron stroked the body of this sword and he smiled affectionately. He brought his head to the sword and whispered, "you and I are going to conquer the world and when we are done, we will go for the Gods."
But then he suddenly frowned, "Sothing is missing..."
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