Sora Kurusu, The First Artificier

The sounds of crackling fire surrounded me, I was at loss for words. Quite Literally. The heat of the forge that I'm currently working in is frying my skin, my line of sight getting quite hazier. I then grabbed the tongs and took hold of the piece of metal that I've been currently working on. I dipped it into some water and let it on the anvil once more. This smithing process went on and on for hours, whilst I constantly pour some mana into it while speaking some dwarven runes.

"This is f*cking disgusting..." I spat out the horrible stew that was being served, is stew the only thing the people of this world only knew how to make? "Well, I've never been a good chef myself. I usually let Feru deal with the poisonous properties of whatever I'm serving..." he smiles nervously, Of course Smiths were great with their work, but not with attending to their own neccessities.

"He never truly excelled at anything other than Smith work..." The wolf said, as it was being brushed by my little slave girl "Ah yes, that's the spot mortal..." he whimpered mildly as the little girl brushed his nape. My slave girl seems to have develop some sort of courage while she was on stand-by, As I was getting my smithing and dwarven runes lessons done. Everytime we would come over, she would bring Feru some nice hand-made sandwiches. I've asked her where she got the idea, she said that it came to her one time while I was thinking about the food from my old world.

'Hmmm, I really should try and avoid accidentally leaking out some information to this girl...' And just like that, she pouts at me silently while cotinuoually brushing the fur of Feru. 'The food looked delicious, Master. So with the best of my capabilities, I was able to properly re-create the image in your mind with what the nice lady had...'

I took one look at her, and she already could read into it. She immediately turns away and stood up. "I must go and assist my Master now, Sir Feru, If you mind?" The white wolf nods and the girl ran towards me "By the way..." I spoke out "How come this little girl got stripped of her name? Is that some kind of tradition being practiced by Slave-dealers?" Arthur sighed "Well, It's I guess it is a sort of tradition, After all, names here are one of the sources of power..." He said.

'Ah, so it's that kind of story...' I grin "So it's some kind of stripping of power, To assert your dominance forcefully..." The thought of taking away one's true meaning, for power. Disgusting, but so intriguing at the same time. "Is taking names really some form of power?" Both Arthur and Feru look at me like I'm already planning something "Well, It is quite powerful magic, but that kind of power can only be done by royal blood, Most commonly enough according to my time amongst demonkind. Only the princes of hell have that kind of power..."

'Ugh, guess that makes sense...' I thought, I proceed to grab a rug and picked up the blade piece that I've been working throught the week, my very first project.

It is an Odachi, or to put in a simpler perspective, a japanese great sword. Back in my previous world, I had a lot of free-time whenever I'm at my apartment, one of those activities in my free-time was mangaka design. And that was where I got my inspiration for this Odachi. It is made entirely out of ebony, A dark cl.u.s.ter of steel even when you continously place it under incredibly high amounts of heat, would retain a cold kind of feel to it.

Ebony metal, or simply referred to as Ebony, was quite infamous for being unable to alloy with other materials, nor accept any tier of enhancement nor transmutation, However, this is backed-up by the fact that the steel itself is almost impenetrable. Which is why it's always being sought after, or even fought over, by smiths and scrappers alike. It bears a very large resemblance to it's volcanic brother, obsidian. Which is very rare and incredibly tedious to search for and extract.

Arthur said that I must create a sword out of Ebony, and make sure that said sword must be able to withstand a hit from Feru. For me, the fact that a legendary creature is going to test my work was already enough to motivate me. Although it was originally impossible, with some a few sleeves I've pulled, I've been enchanting the blade with Dwarven runes. It turns out that there are some prerequisites that needed covering before I could proceed to put any other form of enchantment.

For example, I did thorough examination on the only possible alloy for the metal. Which was the stone it is uncovered from, obsidian. It is quite brittle, but using a few other methods that would've instead worked on swords that aare either smaller or made from a enchantable or transmutable material. So the effort required to accomplish such a feat was very back-breaking, to the point where I had asked my slave girl to give me a back massage using her feet, which suprisingly enough, was effective. I noticed also that she has slightly grown in stature, and that her face started to look a bit older. But I didn't bother that much t investigate any further, after all, I haven't been able to see much through her mind.

The Odachi was finally finished, The sword's dark gleem shone under the bright sky as I brought it out for testing. The sword's weight was initially heavy, but due to some heavy modifications made by Transmutation, it has the weight of a normal Iron sword. I calmly breathed out, and positioned my self in a parry-like stance, and with one swing. I was in complete disarray.

Arthur and Feru later on found me lying face-down on the dirt. With the Odachi crushing me with it's sides. I was scolded and questionned for being unreasonable and not asking permission to test out the new sword, and I must admit, they are right. Since my class doesn't really fit some necessary innate abilities, my basic sword attacks and skills are at a 'Major disadvantage' level.

I guess not even an ingenius mind such as myself could have such abilities in a hurry...