Chapter 34: Chapter 30 – The Price of Mastery.
Chapter 30 – The Price of Mastery.
After I fell into the saving darkness, my allies took me to a local hospital. There I had to stay for several days under the vigilant supervision of local medics. Lying in a hospital bed, I sorted out my fights in the arena in stages. And I didn't like the conclusions, because of my pride and arrogance, I almost ended up killed. What prevented me from using permitted techniques as did my opponents. No, damn, I wanted to show off and arrange a test fight for myself to see how good I am as a melee specialist. I was too arrogant, but it's good that I got such a slap for my ego now, and not much later, when a freshly dug grave could have been waiting for me instead of a hospital ward.
While I was there, the Suna-nins visited me, they were very happy with my victory and appreciated my dedication on the arena. Now I have a friendly clan in the village hidden in Sands. It's a pity if we find ourselves on opposite sides in a future war. They came not only to express their gratitude, but also to say goodbye at the same time giving me a small chest with chakra ore. So they wanted to thank me not only for the victory, but for the fact that thanks to me they found an excellent master whose craftmanship might save the life of their kin.
After they left, my students came to me, who were just beaming with pride for their sensei. But my duty as their teacher required me to explain the stupidity of my decision to fight using only tai and bukijutsu. Apparently my statement surprised them, and I decided to explain why they should not repeat my mistake and how close to death I was due to my arrogance. Even if not immediately, but they understood what I wanted to convey to them. They are the future heads of clans, just like me, we cannot let pride, rage and other emotions control us. After all, the price for this will be not only our own lives, but also the lives of our people. After talking for another half hour with my students, I sent them back to the hotel saying I needed to rest and recover.
No sooner had the door closed than Hayao appeared from the shadows in the corner of the room.
- I wanted to give you a couple of lectures about your reckless behaviour, but I'm glad that you still admitted yourself that you acted stupidly. Moreover, I was pleasantly surprised that you explained this to your students. I was already prepared for the worst, I thought that I would have to beat out of them all the stupidity that appeared in their heads after your performance, and then repeat it with you.
- They are my students and it is my duty as a teacher to protect them from repeating my mistakes.
- And that's good. I am glad that we were not mistaken in entrusting them to you. You have what many young teachers lack, critical thinking and the ability to admit their mistakes.
- Unfortunately, it is not always possible to do without mistakes.
- Everything will come with experience.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Hayao quickly said goodbye and left through the open window. The knocker turned out to be Kanemitsu with a small bundle in his hands.
- I am very grateful to you for standing up for me and helping me to become a recognized master. – he started thanking me.
From further inquiries, I learned that after such proof of mastery, when using ordinary materials, his creations surpassed the crafts from the chakra metal of supposedly young talents of 4 pillars-families, he was allowed to have personal brand of the master. If they hadn't given him permission, then their reputation would have been tarnished even more.
In the bundle he brought a katana and a pair of trench knives, or rather what was left of them. I remember how the katana blade broke, but what happened to the knives? It turns out that the trench knives were also damaged, the brass knuckles were full of chips, and one of the blades broke and remained in the eye socket of my last opponent. Apparently, due to extreme tiredness, I did not notice this.
Kanemetsu wanted to forge a new weapon, and he will keep these as a souvenirs if I don't mind. I didn't mind, since I have the right material for a new weapon. I gave him the chakra ore, which made him fall into ecstasy that he snatched it from me and ran to forge without even saying goodbye. And I took out a pack of cigarettes and lit up, not even angry at him, what else could I expect from fanatic weapon smith genius.
I had to stay in the hospital for a few more days until all my wounds healed completely. At the exit, Hayao and my students were waiting for me, while I was lying in a hospital bed, they were training under his supervision. Together with them I went to the hotel, but there was a messenger boy waiting for me who asked me to come to the forge of the respected master Kanemitsu. Heh, now Kanemitsu is not an arrogant upstart, but a respected master. Well, let's not keep him waiting. But the boy led me to the wrong side of the city where, according to my memory, there was a hut of a now recognized genius. I even got paranoid, but our guide took me to a beautiful house in the elite area of the masters district. Seems Kanemitsu didn't waste his time in vain, he already managed to move out of that shithole he used to live.
The boy turned out to be not just a messenger, but an apprentice, he calmly led us through the house to the inner area where the forge was located. There I saw Kanemitsu who was just sitting and looking at the table in front of him. When he saw me, he started up and stood up with a sharp jerk and asked me to come over.
- You know, these are my first creations as a recognized master and on which I can put my brand. I haven't left the forge for the last few days, I felt like I was creating a masterpiece. And this morning I finished. But now there is an emptiness in my soul, I'm afraid that in the next few years or even a decade I won't be able to create something as perfect as these. But I am still happy, because I have created a worthy weapon for you.
With a quick movement of his hand, he took off the silk veil, and I showed us his creations. There were trench knives and a katana on the table, but there was a huge difference between the ones he forged for the Blood Trial and these. They were flawless and the beauty of a truly deadly weapon was visible in them. Trench knives were similar, but their blades were different, one of them had a white straight blade, and the other had a curved dark blade.
- I named these knives Dawn's Fang and Sunset's Claw, after the moment I finished with each of them. Dawn is a straight and very strong knife that will withstand any blow. And the Sunset is very light and allows you to unleash deadly blows.
I took them in my hands and felt as if I was holding two predators ready to tear apart the enemy. I asked them to let me try them out on the nearest wooden mannequin, which with just a couple of strokes I cut it into pieces. Yes, these blades deserve their names.
- But that's not all, yesterday I had a dream in which I saw a bear covered in blood. He looked at me without the usual animal rage, but with a kind of cold, alienated anger and hatred. I don't know how to describe this feeling. In the morning, as if in a trance, I began to forge a this blade. The hands seemed to be living their own life, and I was just a spectator. I didn't feel tired, thirsty or hungry, I didn't leave the anvil all day and only this morning I finished.
The last weapon was a katana, it had a longer blade and a handle for use with two hands. The blade had not the usual and widespread wave-like hardening, but a straight line along its entire length. It seemed to me or some icy aura emanated from the weapon. I took it in my hands and felt that the weapon was ready to show its hatred to any enemy who stood in my way. I could feel my inner beast resonating with the katana. But the instead of the expected wave of rage and anger inside me was only a feeling of icy calm. And it was really frightening, this feeling of cold hatred.
I took a katana and cut the dummy exactly in the middle. The cut was perfectly smooth, and I didn't feel any resistance. It was as if I had cut through the air, and not a solid piece of wood.
- The hatred of the enemy is not so dangerous, much more dangerous and frightening is the hatred of the weapon. Kanemitsu, you have created a weapon that can manifest this hatred. You've created a really scary weapon. What name did you give him?
- Makaze, the Evil Wind, I just now saw its ruthless strength and speed. Yes, that's a good name... -Kanemitsu began to fall down to the floor. I managed to catch him, but he was already asleep. He's just really tired. We helped his student carry him to the bedroom and let him rest.
I was sitting in the small garden of our hotel and looking at the weapons. The trio of Ino-Shika-Cho asked to look at weapons and if there were no big problems with trench knives, then everything was not so simple with a katana. For some reason, only I could calmly hold it in my hands, and my students felt as if a dangerous beast was looking at them. Apparently this weapon recognizes only me. And how can you not believe after this that the weapon has a soul.
The next morning we started packing back home. We've already been stuck here for too long. But it was worth it, now I had a truly deadly weapon in my hands. Now it remains only to reveal them to the world and baptise them in the blood of enemies.
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Abi_Daulen Well this is it. End of Mini-Arc Hatred of the Weapon.
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