Chapter 337 - Blacksmith meets Blacksmith.

In the next morning, after a good night sleep and a good proper lunch. Osira along with Commander Alia made her way down to the mines, because she was told about an amazing Blacksmith here who can forge a proper dependable sword under a day.

She has it hard to believe, especially when Commander Alia added that he can enchant weaponry with "Magic" as well. However after, she explained that the word Magic is just a coat to explain high intelligence easier.

As for Osira, if she gets experience from a man carrying such skill it will no doubt grant a lot of advantages for her Tribe. She has to see more about this or in other terms "borrow" the wisdom. The Town of Lan Zhe is still fond of sharing knowledge with the King's allies regardless of the recent events.

In the process of spiraling down the mine, Osira managed to see Eric dip in lava for the first time. "They weren't joking were they?"

Osira asked the kind lady along her side (Commander Alia), to what she replied with. "Most of what we say here aren't jokes, unless you are talking to Mogranius." She warned.

"He still has a lot of wisdom to share though." Osira stuck to complimenting Alia' lover.

"He does, but at the same time he is more puzzling than a teenage girl." She joked around, finishing the sentence with a giggle but forgetting one main fact here.

"So you think I am puzzling?" She forgot that Osira is a teenage girl as well, oh at least she can recover from this improper wordplay.

"I still have it hard to accept that you are a teenager, your words and body show maturity." Well at least she recovered from her own wordplay with a little compliment, quoting Osira's early glow up.

"I've got a hell load of comments like that from perverts." Osira shared her past burden and added. "It feels nice to be appreciated by a lady who doesn't have impure intentions though."

"Haven't you got enough appreciation from Ada yet?" Commander Alia asked with a giggle, Ada wasn't the easiest to understand throughout the month long travel. Her liking and paired intentions with her liking is tremendously unusual.

"Oh she is the sweetest complimentor yet, best of all she too doesn't have impure intentions." It is odd how Osira gets along with Ada at such a pace, considering that both technically "like" Eric the Electus. But what works, works.

"I don't think she understands how l.u.s.t works for the moment, she just likes butts for some reason." Alia answered confused, as said before Ada has the most weird combination of thoughts.

With girl talk going back and forth between the two ladies, they've finally reached down the mine for approximately half an hour. Walking down this spiral sure takes time considering the Volcano being half a mile wide!!

"This Osira, is our Town's legendary Blacksmith." Commander Alia introduced, with her hand pointing towards his direction once they passed the entrance a couple meters ago.

"Wow... he has so much muscles." Realising what she just said, she just shook her head and cleared her throat. Luckily he didn't understand anything, she asked. "How do I say hi?"

Luckily they have a translator in the room otherwise they would have no sense of communication but banging on the Iron. "Say "Lat, Fi Osira Nardone." Commander Alia was quick to explain, and opened up the first firm of communication between these two fine Blacksmiths.

"Lat, Fi Osira Nardone." She was quick to speak and reached out her hand.

The Blacksmith reached for her hand, and gave out a soft greet. However the rough skin caused due to the fact that he holds a hammer throughout most of the day, it left light white marks on her when he pulled his hand away.

This little painless scratch, reminded Osira of her father. This is how his hand felt when her hand was held throughout the domain during various tasks. Like shopping or pulling Osira a bit away from the scorching hot forge.

Although this hurt her heart a bit, she just kept a smile and felt a lot better when the Blacksmith mixed both languages trying to communicate. "Hi, Fi Katapa."

"You didn't tell me he speaks our language." Osira felt shocked by the 6 foot tall Blacksmith but at the same time heart warmed.

"He doesn't, he just could have caught up with the conversation." She explained, complimenting the Blackmisth's capacity even though he doesn't understand anything.

After the little introduction, Commander Alia started the topic with Katapa at his own Calidum Lutum language to give out every detail with exact clarity. "Qet ke xo Geteripar vatam, lu hopik Ertekal varam Usepikeq vast me gmu tetetekat."

This specifically translates too. "She is a Blacksmith too, and would love to learn more with your aid." A complex language I'm aware, but they had no contact with the world for thousands of years.

Katapa just grunted in agreement and waved for her to follow, now to avoid confusion the sentences will be translated for your proper understanding. "To succeed, you need to be quick with the Hammering. The Iron won't wait for you all day with this heat around." Katapa explained the first part, basic but highly important.

After the translation, Osira glanced at this technique with curiosity but at the same time was aware of the fact. For an Ignite, "It is easier said than done." She gave out a little complaint and Commander Alia translated shortly after.

"Watch." He spoke gently and before Alia could translate he started pounding on the iron he got a hold of with his tongs.

The speed, amazing. He is pounding on the Iron with three beats per a count(second). He isn't keeping the Hammer a few inches away from the hot iron either, no it stretches three feet above his head.

It feels like he is breaking speed and gravity. This just proves that he is made for this craft, look at the speed and precision. He isn't even pounding randomly, because after the iron is slightly bent to his will he moves on to the nearby surfaces and evens out that part as well.

Short said, he has full control of how the Iron is being shaped and has full control over the speed he has on his thick arms. Osira is right, he is very muscular. Come to think of it they are comparable with the one "Er Atnopes" has a.k.a the Beast.

"Try." He added as he handed her the hammer and held on the hot iron himself with the tongs so Osira doesn't have too. It will at least give ease on the process since she just has to focus on pounding the iron.

Grabbing the hammer, at the first outburst she managed to bring in 5 hits in 3 counts! Good progress, but it nearly isn't enough to form a sword in a day. Especially since after a few swings she got a tad tired and her breath intake and out take spiraled a bit out of control but nothing to cause damage to her well being.

"She is good." Katapa complimented, he expected less since he was told about the limited Ignite physical capabilities. "But she has to manage her strength properly." He added after lifting his tongs up along with hot iron.

Jokingly adding after, "We're not trying to make curved swords." She has bent the Iron tremendously rough, it is almost folded like a book. The people here under valued Ignite physical strength so much that he thought she wouldn't be able to swing the hammer more than ten times.

Afterwards they all broke in to a little giggle, Commander Alia tapped Osira's back and added. "Just hold on girl, we can't handle your strength here." Of course it was just a way to boost her self esteem.

Katapa even started crackling his knuckles, and trying to fight away the numbness as well. Holding the Iron straight sure took some effort even for him.

"This explains how he can make a sword in a day." Osira spoke towards Alia, in a way admiring this vast skill and feeling that her decision to come here is worth the time. Who else could teach such knowledge?

"Uh well I should leave you alone with the fellow Blacksmith here and check on everyone else." Well more specifically she just wanted to hit the training room, there isn't a better time than now.

With a little blush, she unleashed a loud whisper. "No!" And afterwards added, "I wouldn't be able to understand a thing, I need you here."

"Alright alright! How long will you be here?" She had to ask such a question, because for Osira this warm place is heaven.

"Enough to pick up a few tips, I promise I won't keep you here all day." Quite frankly she felt shy towards the Blacksmith a tad bit. She isn't crushing on him not to get confused, but the complete lack of communication can get embarrassing.

"Alright alright. I'm supposed to train with Dilli soon, she wants to learn defensive moves." Alia replied with a little complaining tone, asking. "What do you want to learn next?"

"Last night Eric mentioned that his father has an enchanted sword, it causes Earthquakes!" Osira planted the seeds of what she us urging to learn, and finally asked. "Can you tell him to show me? Magical enchanting isn't exactly common."