Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Make of the Villains Weapon 3…
Ganja was exceedingly proud of his work. In fact, he swore that even as a child in the Dwarf country, he had never seen a sword so perfect.

Its edges were sharp and slightly jagged. Making it look like the teeth of a great white shark. Chiron’s design was abnormal, but he had done his best to produce it.

This sword was his greatest masterpiece ever.

Apart from its heavy weight that was around a Ton, it was beautiful to look at. Ganja had made it look exactly like Chiron had specified.

The sword was long, with edges like that of a shark’s teeth and then a beautiful curve at the edge that made it resemble Death’s sickle.

Chiron had requested for the sword to be made in such a way that allowed for further improvement. But if anyone had asked the dwarf, he would say that the sword was already the best it could be.

The only problem in Ganja’s opinion was that the sword did not have a handle. In Chiron’s own words, “My Blood would be its handle.”

On top of that, this sword was made without any Beast cores. Ganja had begged Chiron over and over again to add at least a hundred yellow beast cores to the sword but Chiron had said words that surprised him, “Beast cores are not worthy of My BLADE!”

However, Ganja was now panicking. He had done all Chiron had asked of me. Yet, when Chiron touched the blade, he said that something was missing.

Ganja scratched his beard weirdly. He could not help but think of where he had gone wrong with the making of the sword.

Was it the metal? Was it the shape that was off? Or maybe it was the design.

At the moment, Ganja had to ensure that Chiron was pleased. The reason was simply that he was now Chiron’s slave.

Ganja had lived his life long enough to know that there were some things worse than death.

The Blood Pact Contract was not something to frown about. It held hostage not just the life of the man but also his desires, his will, and his future.

However, he noticed that even though Chiron said that something was missing, he still smiled. He went around the sword, stroking its surface like a mistress happy to see her adulterating lover.

His eyes glowed in appreciation for its perfectness.

In fact, from the way Chiron was touching the blade, Ganja was sure that he was going to hurt himself, but none of that happened.

Emma was also not so far away. She watched this perfect thing her father had created and overwhelming joy made a few drops of tears slide down her cheeks.

After all the suffering she had seen in her life, it was incredible to see her Father achieve his dream.

Chiron suddenly took a stool and sat in front of the sword. “It’s time for the fun part.”

“FUN PART!!!” Ganja and Emma looked at one another in surprise.

Chiron stretched his hand, “pass me that!” he pointed at a special device in the corner. This device was what Ganja had used to carve out the rune he used on his equipment.

Although he was not sure what Chiron wanted to do with it, he still passed it to him.

Chiron removed his baggy clothes. Going bare-chested as he calmed his mind for the task he was about to perform.

By now, the father and daughter pair were already aware that he was a Tamashi, but that did not change anything. Rather, it only increased the Mystery around this eight-year-old.

Chiron collected the device from Ganja. It looked like a Calligraphy pen but its job was not the usual Calligraphy. This was a Rune Carver.

Chiron used his teeth and bite into his finger, dropping some blood on the Rune carver, as he did, he muttered some very specific words in a very strange language.

However, as he did, Ganja’s eyes widened in surprise. “Impossible!” he muttered lowly.

He immediately went to his knees and bowed his head.

Emma looked at her father and was surprised by this action.

Ganja saw that Emma was still standing and dragged her to the ground. And he did it just in time too. The moment Chiron finished dropping blood on the device.

A low shake of the house occurred. Actually, it was a small circumference around the house. The Rune Carver glowed crimson and Ancient Runes appeared on its surface.

Even though his head was bowed, ganja still peeped from time to time. “Unbelievable… The ancient language of Laws. Impossible. That language was lost a long time ago since the War a thousand years ago. Even in the land of dwarfs, The king cannot use it. How in the world did he…”

As Ganja muttered, Emma listened attentively. She definitely heard the words “Ancient Language of Laws.” from her father’s mouth.

Emma was not a dwarf, but she still carried Dwarf blood in her veins. She was well aware of a part of Dwarfen history and culture. To the best of her knowledge, which was mostly stories her father told her when she was little, Runes that her father was fond of using were of different grades.

Each of which was not at all, easy to learn. It was like learning the Alphabets of a new language for each grade.

However, each had its own complication and using them was no funny matter.

According to Ganja, it took him a long time of almost 15 years to learn the Runes he could use. And at the end of the day he could only use the simple ones that were necessary for his trade as a Blacksmith.

Just learning the basic language in full, could take a person a minimum of thirty to nearly fifty years. it could even take more if the person was not talented enough.

Language of Runes had three known stages. The first was to know it and carve it out with ones hands. Although this sounded easy, It was not at all so. One wrong comma or an extra push were it was not necessary in a letter and the Rune was Ruined.

Ones hands needed to be as steady as a rock, yet as fluid as water. There was also the issue of having a steady goal oriented mind…