God Of Crafting

Chapter 105: The Scythe

"Today is the very first day wh I looked at the idea of crafting... and considered it a chore."

If anyone were to ask me just weeks... no, days ago, this would be the stce I would put my hands on the line never to utter.

And th, just a few days later, the reality proved to be a lot more bothersome and a lot less interesting than my amateur eyes allowed me to see it.

Crafting was fun. There was no hint of doubt about that in my soul. But for me to reach any of the actually interesting parts of the crafting, I had to patitly go through the drag of preparing everything with great focus, patice, and peace of heart.

I mean, I did it.

After three hours of playing a with molds, casts, and liquid metal, I managed to complete the first half of the body of my scythe's blade. And the very next thing I did...

Was to start the process all over again, with the sole inttion of making a twin to what I just finished so that I could pair the two of them up.

And so, I furnaced the shit out of the high Mytrhil, preparing the mold for it while it slowly melted down under the influce of the spiritual-qi-infused flames.

Th, I cast the second part of the body before pressing it down in its form with a special lid. Th, once the metal settled, I cracked the mold op with a hammer before moving it over to the vting machine...

And this time, I managed to shrink the whole process from three hours to just two hours and a half!

"Now it is done, right?" Claire asked wh she saw me put the two pieces of my scythe's blade together, side by side. And despite how unlikely it might seem, after over five hours of just sitting a and watching me sweat as I crafted in the high heat oozing from the furnace, the sparks of curiosity in her eyes actually ignited again.

"Dear, I'm barely getting started!" I protested while overplaying the whining in my voice. "For real, though, I'm only done with the easy part. The actual challge..." I looked over at the finished halves of the blade's body, "it only starts from now on."

Ever since nearly six hours ago, the precious metal continued to boil up in the furnace, while constantly going through the swings of the temperature whever I oped the furnace to pull stuff out of it or to put something new inside. To top it off, it was constantly tempered by the spiritual-infused flames of the furnace, bit by bit, changing its qualities.

With a powerful strike of the smithing hammer, I forced a simple, crude-ev nail into the two halves of the body before hammering it down to make sure one would need quite the force to split them up.

"Now, just to add the blade..." I thought as my eyes moved over to the third and the cheapest out of the three kinds of metal I prepared. It was nothing more but the perfect kind of tooling steel, with properties just perfect to be used for a cutting edge.

And, as I quickly proved by taking mere momts to melt it down before pouring it all down in its place, it served as a great seal to connect the two halves of the blade into a single whole!

"Haaah..." I heaved a long, exhausted sigh once I finally dropped the heavy piece of tri-natured metal onto the table, leaving the task of grinding its edge down to make it sharp for some other day.

"What now?" Claire asked, as she somehow ssed that finally, I was actually done.

"I still need to polish the edges, decorate it a bit, sharp the blade itself, connect it with the handle..."

I squinted my eyes before gritting my teeth and standing up... And th working for just a few minutes more to get the boomstick, as Chihiro named it, lock it in its place before hammering it down into its socket, effectively combining the two elemts into a single whole.

"Now, while it still lacks its finishing touches, it's more or less done," I announced as I stared at a crude yet fancy-looking weapon in my hand.

"So?" Claire th asked again while dropping her hands down onto her hips as she stood in a confrontational pose while staring me down. "What's so special about this blade?" she asked before moving her hands up only to cross them over her chest.

"Oh, it's just two small things," I replied, only to infuse a small bit of my ergy into the outer part of the scythe's handle before taking a swing...

And watching how the spiritual ergy infused into the weapon took the shape of its blade, elongating along the path of the attack and effectively extding the blade backward to twice its size, almost as if leaving a cutting force in the wake of the blade... only to th vanish as if it was never there, to begin with.

"Woah..." Claire stepped back, her eyes widing as she tracked the flow of the spiritual ergy. "Wait, if that's one of the things," she muttered before gulping her saliva down and slowly raising her eyes up to my face. "Th what is its other secret?"

In response, I opted to just offer the girl a smile.

"And that, my dear, is something I really shouldn't show here, with all those expsive machines a!"