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A Fated Meeting Enemies in the Forge (f)
Topic Started: Sat Jul 16, 2011 6:54 pm (585 Views)
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Zenji growled, he was bored, no new assignments and he was stuck in Striberg for another week before his boat arrived, hopefully Lumi would give him a job or play with him at the very least. He wandered the newest area Lumi had 'bought', he always liked heckling the new recruits for the enforcers, he had actually killed a few and framed some other merchants, Lumi would give him jobs soon enough.

He smiled as he walked into the forge room, he saw someone new at the forge, it used to be a little old dwarf with a crooked smile and a lazy eye, now it was someone completely different. Zenji smirked, fresh meat, it was time to evaluate him, he walked over to several blades and pieces of armor on the wall, just completed from the looks of it, and inspected them. They were created fairly well, better then most of the pathetic forge monkeys that Lumi usually had, this one seemed like a man of action, someone he could help become a brutal murdering monster... or someone he'd need to kill because he got bored.

Zenji smirked, "Your work is pretty good, not as good as old man Jacque, but then again he died a short while ago, a good dwarf, he died mysteriously, murdered by one of his own blades, we found it impaled it through his stomach, a pity, though I was allowed to keep the blade that he made for me." He drew his katana, placing it down near him, "Feel free to look over his last work, Bloodbath." He knew the man was a good smith, he could probably identify the enchantments just from the name, it made his enemies bleed faster then average, the slightest cut would cause a gush of blood to erupt from the wounds, he smirked, Bloodbath was his favorite name for the blade, though he had others, why stick with one name, he himself had several alias', why not his blade to?
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Gage's hammer rose and fell with the melody of the forge, the enchanted tool striking the sword with a resonating chime. He was almost in a trance, the rhythm of the crafting resonating through his bones. He had folded the steel over itself countless times, the corrugated metal shimmering in the light from the flames. With a series of heavy blows he flattened the surface of the blade, smoothing the red-hot metal against the tongue of the anvil. Gage ran his eyes over the shining blade, clutching the hilt of the sword with his thick leather gloves. Seeing no visible imperfections or weaknesses in the blade he thrust it into a basin of icy water, steam rising from its roiling surface as he tempered the blade. The main body of weapon was complete; it would take a few more hours of polishing and grinding in order to add the razor-sharp edge to the blade and perfect its finish. He returned the weapon to the anvil, setting his hammer aside in order to pick up a file and whetstone. This client had been a wealthy noble from Cascadia, and the Noyval had instructed Gage to complete the weapon as quickly as possible.

The blacksmith looked up as a voice interrupted his work. An odd sight greeted his gray eyes. The stranger was no more than a teenager, with spiky hair with stripes of crimson, obsidian, and gold. His skin was inhumanly pale, with ruby red eyes that stared at the smith with alarming focus. His composure did not falter; he simply set down his tools on the anvil's surface and crossed his thick arms over his wide chest. There was something incredibly unsettling about this man's attitude and his bearing. "I never met Jacque. I cannot judge his worthiness as a smith. He was well-liked by Noyval. You do his memory dishonor with your lack of respect." His voice was rough and gravelly, barely more than a grumble. His gaze remained fixed on the stranger in the forge, his eyes as cold as two piece of icy flint..

The smith ran his practiced eyes over the length of the katana when it was offered for inspection. The blade set his teeth on edge from first sight. Although he was not an accomplished magician, the smith had some proficiency with fire and metal sorcery. He could sense enchantments added to weapons or armor... And this blade reeked of unholy magic. He laid one thick finger on the flat of the blade, running his gloved digit along its honed length. "This is no blade for a mere guard or traveler. This is the weapon of a murderer." Gage glanced up to meet the man's eyes, his thick features carefully composed in a blank mask. The distaste was still evident in his voice when he spoke, although his tone was notably colder. "Master Noyval has left me in charge of the forge while he is gone, sir. Your prior acquaintanceship with Jacque does not permit you to enter these premises at will." Gage set his hand on the shaft of his hammer, feeling the magical weapon respond to his casual touch. Its head began to burn with an inner light, as if the flames of the forge were contained within its metal frame. "This building is the property of Kirsikka Enterprises. If you do not have business with us, I would ask you to depart."
Edited by Mist, Sun Jul 17, 2011 2:53 am.
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He snickered at first, but decided to let it out as a full blown laugh, he breathed heavily afterward, wiping away a tear with his spiked gauntlet's finger. He still thought he was just some acquaintance, how cute. He took back his katana flourishing it and sheathing it quickly, "Not using my blade would be a dishonor, I only fight and kill at the will of the cute boss I work for, Lumi Kirsikka. I wander as I like until I am told to go protect shipments or something else, I'm just like a katana, a well honed blade ready to strike at the one who wields me, for now, it is Lumi." He crossed his arms, the man in front of him was quite large in the arms, he half wanted to cut them off and mount them on a wall. He looked at a few more pieces, "As for dishonoring him... he dishonored his craft by using inferior materials, this was his last great masterpiece, fully enchanted with the tools for a killer, Lumi let me have it, if you disagree take it up with out boss." He looked around, he saw no assistants, interesting.

He stroked his chin and turned to him, "I'd like to ask you a few questions... ah, yes, first of all, who are you, when were you hired, and finally, why do you have no assistants?" Of course the first two were common enough to ask employees you hadn't met yet, though the last one was just a question of his skill, was he a competent blacksmith only or a great one... either way, he wanted his answers. He gave the man a reassuring smile, keeping his hands slightly elevated and away from his weapon, it was a force of habit to keep people from freaking out before he cut them to ribbons and bathed his left arm in his blood. He looked at his arm, still as bright red as ever, he smirked, good times were locked in that arm in the form of blood.
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The laughter was unexpected, and Gage's fingers curled around the shaft of the hammer in anticipation. Clearly, this intrusion could not be solved by words alone. Perhaps splitting this madman's skull would remind him that he was the trespasser in this situation. Yet he soon claimed to be hired by Lumi Kirsikka herself, the enigmatic owner of the arms manufacturing enterprise, a woman the smith himself had yet to meet. Without Noyval here to back up the stranger's words or reveal them as a falsehood, Gage did not dare strike him down. "Blades are not meant for the hands of killers, boy. They are meant to be wielded by men with purpose. Men with honor." He released his grip on the shaft of the hammer, its metal cooling back to a normal temperature as he relaxed his fingers. The oddity had not chosen to strike him with the katana, so perhaps Gage would not be forced to defend himself. That was good. Blood could rust metal just as quickly as water, and cleaning up this intruder's brains from his forge would be troublesome.

The man posed several questions to the blacksmith, harmless enough inquiries. If he was truly a fellow employee then there was no reason for Gage to refuse to answer, as much as he disliked this man. "My name is Gage Schmied. I was hired because this operation is in desperate need of skilled men. And I am nothing if not skilled." He waved a curt hand to take in the racks of armor surrounding his workstation in the forge. A set of masterwork armor gleamed from each stand, the metal smooth and flawless. Detailed inscriptions had been added to many of the sets, runes that enchanted the metal hid in the decoration. A barrel of swords and other weapons stood next to his worktable, each blade honed to a razor-sharp edge. Many of the weapons were lacking finished hilts, but they were for a bulk order that

"I was hired a month ago. I have been busy." That much was true; Gage rarely left the forge, only departing to eat or sleep in his meager dwelling a few blocks away. The music of the forging called to the blacksmith like nothing else in life, and he saw no reason to gape at the city of magic like some sight-seer. He had come here to work, and to forget. The scar along his collarbone ached as his mind went to dark place, but he quickly forced himself to return to the present, locking those memories in the deepest part of his mind. It served no purpose to think of things lost. "Assistants are only needed for finishing touches. None of them can keep up with me when the forging itself is concerned." The enchanted hammer he wielded lent speed to Gage's work without the loss of efficiency. His constructs were of the highest quality, on the same level as the items crafted by Noyval, Kirsikka Enterprise's master armorer. Although he sometimes allowed the understudies to assist him in adding inscriptions to the weapons and armor, he preferred to do most of the work himself. He did not speak further to this odd man, simply watching him with unveiled distaste.
Edited by Mist, Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:48 pm.
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Zenji smiled, so for the time he was missing Lumi had hired him, interesting, he wasn't surprised she didn't say anything to him, though he wondered if he knew all about her operations... though if he did tell him he'd make an enemy of Lumi, and that wasn't part of his plans. He took a few steps closer to him, "Look buddy, I'm Zenjirou The Red, you can call me Zenji, as for the red part, that comes from my red left arm, I'll leave it to your imagination as to why it's red." He looked at the weapons barrel, he could tell just from looking he was a good smith, though he could tell something else, he had amazing potential. This new smith that Lumi had hired would only become dull and only good for mass production, he wanted this man to do something more with his life.

Zenji's mind quickly thought of a dozen different ideas, he settled on one, he would force this man to make a blade even better then his own. He took one of the blades from the barrel inspecting it closely, it was a fine blade indeed, "I've got an order to place for you Gage, as one of Lumi's bodyguards, I'd like a blade, even better made then my katana, a sword meant for killing those who would turn their blades against our boss, you think you can do that? Make a sword even stronger then my own katana, a blade meant only for master swordsman?" Of course, a challenge was all Gage needed, he'd keep on placing orders, keep Gage busy and his works to slaughter and kill Lumi's enemies. He couldn't wait to get started.
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Gage was not impressed with the teenager's proximity, nor did his self-proclaimed title of 'Zenjirou the Red' strike fear in his heart as the youth obviously expected it to. The blacksmith had worked for all kinds of men before. The boisterous, self-praising sort were rarely the most skilled or knowledgeable. They tended to burn out quickly, dying for some cause or other, their life as short and wild as their temperament. True heroes were much less impressive from a first impression, but they tended to live much longer. They took better care of their weapons, returned from battle with more survivors, and rarely died in stupid, meaningless ways. Gage suspected that this 'Zenjirou the Red' fit into the former category.

The smith looked at the man's arm apathetically, seeing that it was indeed an unusual shade of red. Perhaps it was a birthmark or deformity that had caused the abnormal coloration. Or maybe it was some sort of tattoo or ritual mutilation, although it did not seem to pain the youth. In any case, he was not an imaginative man, and his curiosity was not sparked by a limb being the wrong color. "I do not care why your arm is red. However, if you require work to be done..."

Gage lapsed into silence, staring at Zenjirou sullenly. He had made hi attitude about the teenager known, and yet he was still plaguing the blacksmith. He wished Noyval was here to force this strange, dangerous man to depart. However, he had been trusted with the operation of the Kirsikka Enterprise forges, and that meant accepting the applications of potential clients. "I could forge you a blade just as potent as that katana, if not stronger. And with a more appropriate name than 'Bloodbath.'" Gage raised his hammer, leaning the shaft over his shoulder so that the head of the weapon was next to his right ear. "The edge of all blades weaken with time. I can not only masterwork a new weapon for you, but I can enchant it as well. But I see no reason why I should." His eyes watched Zenjirou warily, gray and cold. Although he had hefted the hammer, his fingers were loose on the shaft, suggesting its elevation was not meant to threaten the boy. If this skinny mongrel thought to intimidate the smith he was going to be surprised."I can craft a weapon for a master swordsman, but all you offer me are words, boy. Words are wind. If I forge such a blade, the one who wields it most possess the appropriate skill... and the proper attitude. Otherwise all you are worthy of receiving is one of the swords I have already crafted... with a sharp edge and nothing more. Why should I help you?"
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Zenji scowled, the man was far to idealistic, he preferred the man he had murdered before Gage had come, though he killed him so he would never make a blade better then Bloodbath. He turned his scowl back into a smile, trying to keep his voice friendly, "Look buddy, the thing is if I place an order and I have the ability to pay for it, you'll have to complete it or our boss will get angry, and when she gets angry her 'bodyguards' get active, though I can assure you I am a proficient swordsman, I would have to be to work for Lumi, she doesn't hire scum she meets face to face, now, I'd like to order a katana, one better then Bloodbath, without enchantments though, I know somebody who knows the enchantments I prefer, so don't worry about that part." He also had plenty of money, he could just get another master smith to do it, though he wanted to see Gage grow to his potential, to make the perfect sword for him, and then of course, kill him so he can never make a blade of it's equal, though that wouldn't be for years, good thing he was a rather patient man... unless he couldn't contain his murderous glee, then he might have to leave for a while, he wasn't allowed to kill anyone in Striberg unless Lumi said otherwise.

He would get his blade, even if it wasn't for from Gage, he had blades ordered from plenty of smiths, he compared them to learn who was mediocre and who was destined for greatness, very few were truly skilled, the others were useful for mass production of blades, Gage's katana should be interesting to see.
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Gage mused on this new information, although he was clearly uncomfortable with arming a manner of man such as this. Zenjirou’s face had flashed with irritation and anger for a mere moment after the smith had denied him his services, and he suspected that the youth had been restraining himself from attacking the insolent blacksmith. I wish he had less self-control. Attacking me would give me the excuse I needed to split his skull open. Gage sighed heavily and nodded once, acquiescing to the man’s demands. He laid the enchanted hammer on his worktable gently. ”Very well, sir. I can forge you a blade with a keen edge and a perfect weight, if you have the gold to back up your claims.” He transferred the armor he had been working on from his anvil to a hook on the wall, pulling the leather gloves back over his fingers, grumbling underneath his breath. ”Let it never be said that I am not a loyal employee of Kirsikka Enterprises.”

He turned away from the trespasser in his forge, walking across the crowded workroom to a set of barrels. He reached into the container with both hands retrieving a hunk of steel that had already been smelted from wrought iron. He lugged the metal to his workstation, glancing at the metal with a practiced eye. He had worked as a blacksmith for over twenty years and could often design a weapon without the elaborate sketches and designs most common smiths required. Gauging that he had enough metal to start the crafting process he removed a large set of tongs from their place on the wall, grasping the chunk of metal in the grip. He quickly transferred the steel to the open container next to the roaring flames of the forge before inserting the basin into the intense flames. It would take several minutes for the metal to heat to a temperature he could work with it and begin beating it into the proper shape.

Gage turned back to Zenjirou, watching him with a decidedly sullen expression. ”Tell me, sir, what rank does one such as yourself hold in Kirsikka Enterprises? And how are you so… blessed as to know our employer well enough to refer to her by her given name?” Like any workers, the other workers in the forge loved to gossip, and Gage had heard quite a bit about their mysterious boss. Lumi Kirsikka was reportedly a dangerous woman in a dangerous business, and the success of her operations suggested that she did not necessarily constrict her transactions to legal avenues. The smithy suspected that Zenjirou himself was one of the more illicit members of the business, but he did not want to insult the man with his assumptions, no matter how despicable Gage personally found the man. He was a client, after all.
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He smirked as he gave him, good, the smith knew his place and knew never to turn down any customer on Lumi's payroll. He gave him a knowing smirk, it was obvious he wasn't a bodyguard, he wore no armor, carried a blade meant for killing, nor did he have the subtle tongue of a merchant, why bother beating around the bush, "I'm plan B, I'm what Lumi goes to when she needs me, I stay open during busy times just in case, and during the slow times I freelance as a street cleaner." Street clean was slang he and a few of his assassin 'friends', before he killed them for their bounties, called sweep jobs, they would sweep into an area and kill a man and all of his soldiers, they swept the place clean and left evidence to suggest an entire platoon of men stormed the place, it was their specialty, before he killed them anyway.

He continued on after sighing, remembering the good old days of freedom, betrayal, and murder, "As for how I know Lumi, well she was such a beauty that I confessed to her at first sight, we immediately married an-" He burst out laughing, he couldn't continue on, marrying her was the last thing on his mind, he restarted, this time telling the truth, chuckling a bit still, "No, no, she bit the hell out of me and forced me to work for her, she's a strong and fast woman, the best kind in my opinion. She beat me down for beating up a few of her own men, she got her revenge and my services, while I get to work for a beautiful and cunning woman, it's a good job, right Gage?" He loved this job... at least when he had a steady supply of work. He folded his arms, smiling, Lumi was a cruel, quick, and deadly woman, just the kind he liked, might as well serve her until he gets bored of her.
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Gage ground his teeth as the man described his own position in the armor manufacturing business. His guess had been correct: the man was nothing more than a common sword-for-hire, an assassin. A wetboy, more accurately; he was too young to be a true assassin. Such men would not gloat about their own prowess to anyone, nor would they be so willing to share their occupation. A real assassin was most dangerous when he was silent and stealthy, and Gage could not imagine this teenager shutting up for long enough to complete an assignment. He was very fond of his own cruelty-laced voice. The longer he spoke with Zenjirou, the more convinced he became that the youth was a mere novice with a bloated ego.

Without saying a word he turned back to the forge, cranking up a lever on the side of the thick bricks. The basin of heated metal slid back out of the fierce conflagration, the steel red-hot. He used the tongs to upend the container on to the anvil, the temperature exponentially increasing. Sweat broke out on Gage's face and arms from his proximity. ”Stand back. I would hate for one so dear to our mutual employer to get a spark in their eye.” He threw the tongs back onto the work table, picking up the hammer once more. The head of the weapon glowed as he raised it into the air, burning as if it had been inserted into the flames as well. He brought the hammer down with a resounding crash, bright sparks showering away from the blow. Gage continued to pump his arm up and down for almost twenty minutes, completely ignoring Zenjirou as he focused on the crafting. Muscles straining from the intense labor, he had transformed the shapeless blob of metal into a long rod within minutes, focusing on reworking its shape into the slightly curved shape of a katana.

Although the magical hammer allowed him to work with the metal for longer than a typical smithy, no force on the plant could imbue steel with enough heat to allow a blacksmith to finish the sword from a single heating. He dropped the half-finished blade into the barrel of water, steam cascading from its surface as the metal cooled. He glanced at the assassin, frowning slightly at the youth. ”Do you know what makes a sword strong, Zenjirou?” He reached into barrel with his gloved hand, taking out the half-crafted weapon and thrusting it back into the flames of the forge. It would only need to stay in the flames for a few minutes now, more than enough time for the assassin to answer the innocent query.
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He watched him work, he was fast, that was good, the katana would be made soon enough. He doubted that it would be completed today, though the forging process would take a while, he'd need to fold the metal many times, maybe he should leave for a bit, give him some space and come back in two or three days. That's when he heard the question, 'Do you know what makes a sword strong?'

He smirked, of course, that was easy, as long as it wasn't a trick question, "The materials, a practiced hand to shape them, and the blade's core. Together a good smith can make a good blade, if any of these key parts are gone you get a piece of junk for a blade. Though if this is a trick question to see how I would answer, then it's the swordsman to, for with or without a strong blade he'll come out of the fight intact using superior strategy. Did I answer your question well enough Gage?" He doubted he got the right answer, people tended to think of the most ridiculous stuff to... what makes a blade strong... what a dumb question, maybe he was wrong about him being so great if he was asking pointless questions like that.
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Gage nodded slowly. "No need to sound so hesitant. This is not a trick, nor a riddle. Many things make a blade strong. Your opinion colors your answer." Gage pulled the heated bar of metal out of the flames of the forge, returning it to the tongue of the anvil. This time his administrations were steadier, with very deliberate order. He went along the entire length of the sword, flattening the section that would serve as the blade while defining the actual shape of the sword. The hammer glowed with every strike, transferring a portion of its enchanted heat to the blade in order to strengthen it. Gage continued his work, speaking loudly in order to be heard over the tones of the hammer.

"I am no warrior, Zenjirou. I put little faith in swordsman and their skills. The strength of a blade comes from the process." He returned the sword to the basin of water, stepping back as the steam surged away from the contact. This time he placed the sword directly back on the anvil instead of returning it to the forge; his enchanted hammer would provide enough heat to finish the working. "A smith must beat a sword with a hammer, temper it in water, and reheat it multiple times to craft a fine blade. It is being taken to the verge of destruction that brings a sword to its true strength." This round of hammering further defined the shape of the katana, beginning to fold the excess metal down in order to draw the metal to a thin edge.

Gage continued to work, silently now. He believed that the same was true of a man. In order to reach his true potential, he must first be broken. The youth's arrogance and indifference both suggested he had never been reduced in such a manner. The blacksmith wondered if he could truly be trusted with a sword crafted by the Forgeson without being tempered himself... Yet he no longer had the right to refuse clients. That dubious honor belong to Lady Kirsikka, and if rumors could be believed she never turned down a client. He placed the heated sword in the water basin once more, setting the hammer aside. He gingerly laid the blade along the edge of the hungry flames, this time heating only the portion of the metal that would become the edge itself. He did not speak again to Zenjirou, staring into the bright fire with a far-off stare.
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He listened, the way he explained it made forging interesting... maybe he should give it a try some day... when he had more time of course. Must be brought to the brink of destruction, was there a hidden meaning behind that... probably not. He watched him forge for a while, it was almost mesmerizing, he shook his head, he needed to stay focused. He saw someone walking through the forge, he had some kind of purpose, couldn't be for him, was it for Gage possibly? He watched as the man came right to him, handing him a note, and walking away, making a bee-line for the doors. He raised an eyebrow and read it, his eyes widened, it was a new hit in Striberg, this wasn't good.

He relaxed, crumpling the note up and tossing it into the flames, "I've got business to take care of now Gage, I have something I need to investigate, I'll be back in three days to inspect the katana." Three days was all he needed, he needed to find out who the new hit was and if it was a KE employee as a target he'd have to play assassin hunter. Well, he at least had a new weapon to look forward to at the end of all of this. He quickly moved to the doors, exiting and turning off to the side, it was time to gather some information.
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Gage barely reacted as Zenjirour departed the forge, simply staring into the dancing flames of the fire. He would remember another, almost a decade ago. At that time the air had reeked of charred flesh and boiling blood instead of metal shavings and sweat, and the conflagration had been everywhere instead of contained within one ceramic hearth. The blacksmith shook himself, dragging his mind away from the dark memories. Dwelling on the past served no purpose; if he did not want to ruin the blade he would have to devote his full attention to the working. Being a blacksmith required his full attention, which was one of the primary reasons why he had continued the practice after the incident. If he kept busy he wouldn't have to think about the blood and the screams and the fire...

Shaking his head again, Gage pulled the heated sword out of the forge, the staccato peals of the hammer ringing throughout the building once more.



Three days later, Gage was working on a set of armor once more. This time his attention was focused on the greaves that would protect the knight's skins, adding deep grooves to the metal so that blood and viscera could easily blow off of the armor. The creases in the greaves would also make any kicks delivered while wearing the armor tear skin instead of merely battering the flesh.

The katana that Zenjirou had requested hung along the wall, the metal gleaming in the light of the forge. After the wetboy had left he had taken the time to refold the metal time and time again, givings its surface a undulating, rippled appearance. He had also added color to the blade, staining it a bright crimson that was the same hue as freskly spilled blood. The blacksmith though that the arrogant youth would appreciate the gesture. The crossguard was a simple disk of black adamantine that would protect the wielder's hands while parrying, with a grip wrapped in soft black leather with an elaborate pattern stamped out in red thread. The pommel had been crafted in the shape of a wolf's head, its carved lips pulled back in a feral snarl. The entire weapon was slightly curved, perfectly balanced a mere inch away from the hilt. The smithy had to admit, the weapon was one of his better creations, despite his dislike for the man who had hired him. The constant demand for weapons and armor from Kirsikka Enterprises was giving him a wealth of opportunities to practice and refine his art, and his augmented skill was evident in each new piece he completed.

Gage had spoken to Noyval about Zenjirou, confirming that not only did the strange boy work for Lumi, but that he was also a trained assassin with an insatiable lust for blood. Perhaps he will call this new sword Bloodlust. Snorting with disgust at his own dark humor, the smith continued to work on the greaves. Perhaps Zenjirou would forget to return to the forge and he wouild be free to sell the katana to someone else, someone more deserving of the weapon.
Edited by Mist, Wed Jul 20, 2011 7:05 am.
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Zenji waled back into the forge, his blood lust was sated, he had successfully killed a half dozen assassins, all gunning for Lumi, it was stupid to go for her, she had the Cruel Cutter under her, those who actually worked in the wetworks knew this, the new blood though was probably wiped out because of him though. He was tired, he had spent the last three days straight with very little sleep hunting them down and gathering information, his work was thorough, he had made six very unappealing accidents, Though it was only done so the guard and peasants would think they were accidents or muggings gone wrong, Lumi and her foes would easily figure out it was a purposeful murder. He sighed, it would be a long day of explaining things to Lumi... when she found out.

He smirked as he approached Gage, his jaw dropped as he saw the katana, it was amazing. He picked it up, feeling it's weight and blade, it was beautiful, he took out his own katana, tossing it to the side, the blade was dead to him now. The blade was like fresh blood, the crossguard was simple, though it fit his taste, the hilt was in the shape of a wolf, it was perfection. He gave it a test swing, he felt the blade all through out his arm, he was trembling with excitement, "Gage, this blade is amazing! I'll have to tell Lumi about this, same with all of my other... ah, yes, just Lumi, I don't want people with blades like mine. Gage, I'll be personally keeping an eye on your skills, I'll request another blade when I feel you can make one even better then this one. Sangue Lupo will be it's name, my wonderful perfect blade." He sheathed it, his already black sheathe complimenting the black hilt on the katana.

He looked at Gage and smiled, "You my new buddy, have just found a way for me to never try to kill you. Ever. If anyone gives you trouble just get someone in KE to find me, I'll be here to fulfill your personal requests for free." He smiled as he took out a bag of gold and silver pieces from his pocket, he had gotten it from the assassins he murdered. He dropped the bag onto a nearby table, "That should be more then enough, now excuse me, I have to get acquainted with my new blade, Sangue Lupo." He made for the door, his loves for the blade was only dwarfed by his lust for blood and death and other physical needs and wants, though after them, Sangue Lupo was his next love.
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