First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System-Chapter 235: Creating Weapon

Orion exhaled gently, feeling his tension slowly dissipate under her comforting words. "You’re right. Perhaps I expected too much at once."

Selene chuckled softly, eyes twinkling affectionately. "That’s only natural, given your talents. But cultivation of the soul demands patience and persistence above all."

Orion smiled gently, calming down as he heard her kind words.

After a quiet moment, Selene tilted her head slightly in curiosity. "Tell me, dear, after this step, what do you plan to do for the day next?"

Orion straightened slightly, eyes brightening with enthusiasm. "I’ve been thinking about it carefully, Grandma. To become a skilled Runesmith, I must first master traditional blacksmithing. I’d like to learn that craft next."

Selene’s expression brightened immediately, her face lighting with evident joy. "A wise decision, my dear. Mastery in blacksmithing builds the perfect foundation for Runesmithing. Come, let me show you something."

Intrigued, Orion followed Selene out of the study and toward the rear of the mansion, where a spacious smithy awaited.

Upon entering, Orion instantly recognized the place where Selene had forged his Realm Guardian and Black Dragon Spear.

Memories of the glowing molten metals and runic inscriptions briefly flashed through his mind.

The smithy was a vast, meticulously organized workspace equipped with multiple forging stations, anvils, hammers of varying sizes, and shelves laden with ingots of precious metals, ores, and rare alloys.

A faint warmth permeated the space, remnants of past forging sessions lingering gently in the air.

Selene walked gracefully through the workspace, her movements precise yet familiar. She gestured toward the central forge, the fire currently extinguished. "This is where your sword and spear were born, Orion. The path of blacksmithing is demanding and rigorous. You would need to train well for it."

She glanced at Orion fondly, eyes softening with pride. "By mastering the forge, you learn discipline, precision, patience, and resilience—qualities invaluable to a mage and Runesmith alike."

Orion stepped closer, carefully examining the neatly arranged tools and materials, excitement building within him. "Don’t worry, Grandma. You know me well enough to know about my discipline. I want to become a blacksmith first, so I can truly understand the art of Runesmithing."

Selene smiled warmly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I have no doubt you will, my dear. Let me show you around the smithy today, and from tomorrow you can learn it for yourself. But don’t neglect your own training. It’s even more important than the side professions."

"I know, Grandma. Don’t worry, I won’t place the cart before the horse." He chuckled and replied.

"Let me show you around the smithy then." She softly said before guiding Orion through the smithy, each section resonating with echoes of meticulous craftsmanship.

"This," Selene began softly, gesturing toward a heavy, well-worn anvil at the center, "is the heart of any forge. It’s upon this anvil that raw metal takes shape and finds purpose."

Orion approached slowly, running his fingers gently over the cool surface of the anvil, feeling faint traces of mana lingering within—memories of countless weapons forged by Selene’s expert hands.

He imagined vividly how his own sword and spear were once mere glowing steel, gradually refined and shaped by her precise, rhythmic hammer strikes.

Moving onward, Selene led him toward the forge itself, a sturdy stone construction with a deep firepot designed to maintain intense, concentrated heat.

"This is the forge fire. Proper control over its heat is crucial—too hot, the metal will burn; too cool, it’ll never soften sufficiently. You must learn to understand the flame, dear."

Orion nodded intently, absorbing her every word with deep concentration.

Selene continued, her voice warm yet serious, "Each metal type has its own techniques, requiring different heat intensities, different rhythms of hammering, and unique cooling methods."

He followed her to neatly organized shelves brimming with carefully labeled ingots of metals—mortal steel, special alloys such as Bonesteel and Windsilver, and other exotic ores.

"This selection of metals is crucial," she explained gently. "Mastering the smithy means knowing not only how to shape steel but choosing the right steel for the intended purpose."

Orion’s eyes brightened with understanding. "So, a sword designed for speed and flexibility might require Windsilver, while something heavier or denser, like a spearhead, might benefit from Bonesteel?"

Selene smiled approvingly. "Precisely. Such discernment is what separates ordinary smiths from true masters."

Finally, she showed him the detailed grinding and polishing area, where whetstones, polishing stones, and grinders waited in perfect arrangement.

"Here is where a weapon’s final beauty emerges. Grinding, sharpening, and polishing require patience and subtlety. Rush, and you ruin the blade; hesitate, and your edge dulls before it’s fully born."

Orion felt a surge of excitement as he took in the entire smithy, appreciating even more deeply the artistry and complexity involved. "Thank you, Grandma. I promise to respect this art and learn diligently."

"I know you will," Selene gently replied, patting his shoulder warmly. "Now rest and prepare yourself, dear. Tomorrow, the real work begins."

***

The next day arrived swiftly, finding Orion standing confidently before the forge. Dressed in practical clothing suitable for forging, he carefully tied his hair back to avoid interference and glanced toward Selene, who stood nearby, offering a reassuring nod.

"Begin, dear," she instructed gently. "Feel the process first without magic or spells. Learn how mortal smiths forge their blades."

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Orion approached the forge, scooping coal into the firepot. Carefully stacking kindling and scraps of paper beneath, he applied oil sparingly, then sparked the flame.

A gentle crackle quickly gave way to a vibrant, roaring blaze as Orion worked the bellows, pumping air rhythmically to intensify the heat.

Soon the forge glowed brilliantly, emitting waves of intense heat. Orion, focused and calm, selected a sturdy ingot of steel—ideal for his first sword—and secured it firmly with iron tongs.

Carefully, he placed the steel within the roaring flames, watching closely as it slowly transformed to a bright orange-yellow, glowing vividly in the intense heat.

When it reached the perfect temperature—precisely when the metal began radiating the desired warmth and color—Orion swiftly pulled it from the forge.

Immediately, he placed it upon the anvil and began hammering firmly but amateurishly.

Each hammer strike was hard and struck the steel. At first, the heavy blows were awkward, somewhat unsteady, but gradually Orion found his rhythm, learning to channel his strength through the hammer into the heated steel.

As the blade slowly elongated, Orion carefully focused on the profile, gently shaping the steel into the rough form of a sword, slightly tapering toward the point.

With each reheating, hammering, and shaping cycle, Orion grew increasingly attuned to the metal’s behavior—how it responded to heat, pressure, and timing.

Selene watched with pride, occasionally offering gentle reminders or subtle corrections. "Watch your angle here, Orion," she instructed softly, guiding his hammer hand gently. "Each strike must have a clear purpose about what it’s shaping. Think clearly about what shape you’re guiding the metal toward."

He nodded, refocusing himself fully, sweat trickling down his brow from exertion and heat.

Gradually, Orion’s movements became smoother and more confident. He carefully shaped the tang, hammering out the grip’s basic form, then reheated the blade for normalization, allowing it to cool slowly.

The process continued carefully through grinding, shaping the blade meticulously while leaving the edge dull, ensuring no brittleness formed prematurely.

Hours passed quickly, and soon Orion found himself preparing for heat treatment. Selene guided him patiently through reheating the blade evenly until it glowed red-hot, then swiftly plunging it into a barrel of oil.

Flames erupted briefly before subsiding—the blade hardened yet brittle.

Following her guidance, he tempered it carefully, gently reheating the sword in controlled intervals, meticulously watching as the blade regained toughness while maintaining hardness.

Finally, Orion polished and sharpened his sword patiently, watching it transform into a refined weapon.

Once completed, he attached a simple yet sturdy guard and wooden handle, securing everything tightly.

As Orion lifted his completed sword, pride and satisfaction washed over him.

Though basic and unadorned, it felt profoundly meaningful—the product of his own dedication, patience, and careful craftsmanship.

Selene approached warmly, smiling softly at him. "Wasn’t that easy, dear?" novelbuddy-cσ๓

Orion nodded his head. "Yes, it was surprisingly much easier than I had anticipated."

She softly giggled. "That’s because you have much higher control over your body after reaching the Third Tier of the Body Path. So you learned where to hit and how much strength to put very clearly."

"What about Runes?" he eagerly asked, not even looking at how much time had passed.

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