Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Hunting
"You see, my wife died last year, so only me and my daughter are left so an additional member won't hurt" the old man said with a smile on his face "So, what do you think about my offer?"
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"Seven years have passed since I started living with the old man and Qing'er and just the other day I just turned eleven, time sure flies fa-"
"What are you doing, scoundrel?!" The old man yelled to the golden haired man who was messing up all the hammerings "Nobody is gonna buy that sword if you make it like that!"
"Ah, sorry, old man" Mo Fan said, immediately putting himself in an absolute state of concentration: he striked the iron with a hammer from a side to another, the sound of iron clashing with each other echoing through all the forge.
Mo Fan's muscles gave power to the hammerings, which were done with an extreme precision and harmony. Soon, the iron's shape was molded into that of a sword and then it was put into water, to cool it down.
Steam came out of the water as the sword cooled down, until no more came out: the sword was done now.
It was magnificent: with sides as perfect as ever, high sharpness and very light weight, Mo Fan could consider it the best work that he has done as a blacksmith.
Yes, Mo Fan was a blacksmith since the old man was one as well and, since her daughter didn't have any interest in it, he passed his techniques to the golden haired kid that he found in the Black Wind Forest, who turned out to be very talented with the art of the hammer.
Mo Fan seeing such a perfect sword, couldn't help, but swing it around, something reminiscent from when he was a little kid.
"Stop it" the old man said, seeing that embarassing scene "You're not gonna become a swordsman just by swinging that around"
"Hey, I know that my body has the worst condition for cultivation, but let me dream atleast!" Mo Fan retorted, a hint of disappoint present in his voice. He really wanted to become a cultivator, but his meridians network was so messed up that if he began cultivating, he would be able to reach only the fifth stage Tempered Body realm in his life, so he decided to put his efforts on something he showed talent in: Blacksmithing.
"You can dream, but do it while you forge swords, we have a lot of customers to satisfy today" the old man said, before the two of them returned to work.
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The evening soon came and gradually the customers at the Black Plum Village's best weapon store become fewer.
Mo Fan, having finished his work for the day, opened the door of the forge to head to his room as he was tired and wanted to rest. But as soon as he opened the door, a beautiful figure appeared, who immediately started yelling, a slight blush forming on her cheeks "Mo Fan, how many times do I have to say that you don't live alone! Put a damn shirt on, you jerk!"
"You know that it's damn hot inside the forge, Qing'er" Mo Fan said with a devious smile on his face as, seeing her blush, a plan to tease the girl came to his mind, his mouth immediately putting it in action "And I don't think you're disliking the view that much, so..."
Well, Mo Fan had a reason to say so: his body was like that of a statue, abs sculptured like rock and arms as perfect as that of a cultivator. He really had the physique of a blacksmith.
"Mo Fan!!!" Qing'er was now agry. Mo Fan in those nine years learned, obviously at his expenses, that the girl had an easy temperament and would get angry even over little stupid things.
"Ok, ok, Qing'er" Mo Fan really couldn't support her loud and annoying yells "I'll put a goodamn shirt on, if that makes you happy"
"Thanks, you're finally being reasonable now" Qing'er said as if she was the one in the right.
"If you say so" Mo Fan quietly said as he left Qing'er alone "Now, I have to prepare for today's hunt with the old man, so see you later"
"I hope you'll break a leg, jerk" Qing'er rudely said as Mo Fan was leaving to his room.
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Later, in the Black Wind Forests
Eyes concentrating on the target, fingers shaking as they held an arrow and charged it, tensening the bowstring of the bow.
"You're dead" Mo Fan said, his fingers releasing the bowstring, the arrow propelling all the way towards the prey, trapassing the animal's chest and maybe heart.
The poor deer's eyes went blank as his life was quickly abandoning him and, having no strength left anymore, it fell to the ground, lifeless.
"Awesome! And even this saturday, I've gotten us a great dinner!" Mo Fan exclaimed as he approached the deer's carcass "I wonder what that old man will say now"
He then started to drag the deer's lifeless body to the camp where he and the old man were staying as he was too weak to just carry that on his shoulder.
"Pant...pant...this one is really heavy..." Mo Fan panted, his breath missing a bit as he made the first step "I don't know if i'll be able to bring it to the tent...pant...pant"
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After a dozen of minutes, Mo Fan was near to reaching the tent, only a couple of trees dividing them.
"Pant...pant...yes, i'm finally here" Mo Fan exclaimed, having passed the last tree, a green tent presenting to his eyes: he finally arrived to the camp.
"Hey, old man, I caught a big o-" Mo Fan began saying, before a horrific sound interrupted him.
*Screech*
*Screech*
As the sound kept going on, Mo Fan understood where it came from: the tent.
"Old man!!" The gold haired kid rushed to the tent, worried for him. He didn't want to lose another person he cared for.
...to be continued
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