13 The first of many to came

The very night I have unlocked the alchemist's ability, I ran through everything I have with me. Since I have absorbed each of the samples of something I had, it was time to make someplace in my pouch. Speaking of the pouch, it has graduated from its cubic meter to an eight-cubic meter one. It's astonishing the fact that one single meter in a tridimensional way when haded multiply your space by a factor of eight.

An important fact, it seems that I can somewhat control the size of the entrance to my space. When I think of it, it rather logical, it's my skill after all. When I ask CS about the difference of skill and ability he tells me that skills are inerrant to the body and ability to the soul. It means that If I were able to create a bound to my soul, I would be able to hide it from anyone and don't require a physical form to access it. A matter for later, well returning to my pouch. Since it has a physical body and a direct opening that means that I can actually enter the space while leaving the entrance behind. It rather weird to see a standing one meter and half high, a meter wide pouch, but it would surely freak the Dursley if they see me enter it while the end of the pouch sees to be at most half a centimeter behind the opening.

So as I say I can enter my pouch, manipulate is external appearance, by also the space inside. For the moment I don't really need it as it just a 2*2*2 space but later I would be able to keep it to two-meter hight and expand it horizontally.

Now that I have more space, I pass the following day to transmute every material in blocks in order to gain more space. I have now woodblock collected from the park and buy from the shop and smashed furniture of Dudley other than a bookshelf that I have refurbished for my material. The broken toys have been stripped of paints, separate in corresponding piles before transmuted to blocks. The only thing I haven't touched is the books, they have been resold to further my path toward high education.

As expect the Dursley have freaked out when the next morning Dudders came down screaming that his room was empty. Thinking that it was his actual bedroom Vernon has rush (has much has he could) to the stairs so fast that I fear he broke the step when the squeak under his weight. It was only the already open door leading to the second bedroom that he understands what happened.

Other than the bed and the desk, everything has vanished. Before Vernon could say anything I take forty-seven pounds out of my pocket tending them to him.

"I hear uncle Vernon say that he wanted the room cleaned so I was about to throw everything out but I see that they were someone with a big truck passing and looking at the pieces of furniture that I have already bringdown, he asked me what I was doing. When he heard that I was going to let them there for being collected, he proposes me some money to take them so I bring everything I could and he gives me this. Since Dudley's birthday his near, I was thinking that you could buy him another present with the money so I take it, Did I do wrong?"

For the first time in three weeks, I broke my emotionless mask and show some hesitation the further I was speaking. Vernon seeing the room actually clean and hearing money from it didn't say anything while counting the five-pound notes.

Vernon Dursley was actually lost, not only the boy has willingly done something without being told he event was able to sell the mountain of junk for a worthwhile sum. While it will never be up to the amount spent on it primarily, being able to cash on it was always a plus. So when his son starts whining that the freak had stolen his stuff, without knowing it was the truth, the promise of an additional present for the following day quickly shut him up.

"Since I have time today, while didn't we go now buy your present Dudders, you would even be keeping it today, no need to way until tomorrow."

This is how I gain a day of peace while the family immediately departs for London to found a new toy for Dudleykins that would surely don't see tomorrow, I swear, it as if he had shares in the toy industry with how much he goes through each year.

Going back to my cupboard before entering my space I retrieve every kind of woodblocks I have to start my first by work, a trunk. In front of me sat my large forty per fifty per twenty birch block, along with an oak and mahogany one. The first coming from the park and the second from the smashed piece of furniture that was Dudley's one before being broken.

I first transmute it to hollow the inside while changing is the dimension to leave a meter long, forty centimeters large and high of fifty. Being a good centimeter and half thick, I then use the leftover of the hollowed part to design a plain lid. Splitting it in the middle, I then transmute the trunk to include grooves running on the right and left that will allow me to slide the split lid on them. Being on the same size, the lid when open would seem to vanish. Now that the shape is done, I take the oak block, putting it on the closed lid, I close my eye, visualizing the result I want before performing the new transmutation.

This is perhaps the most difficult part of the operation since while I need to concentrate on what I want I need to keep in mind the already existing trunk and it's different parts and mechanisms separate to not fix them in an unmovable state.

When I see that the two kinds of wood essence have merged, looking as if the oak has inlaid each corner without any cut visible because none exists. I now have a plain light yellow-white trunk with a deep brown corner. Opening the lid to see if everything work alright, it did, I turn toward the mahogany block for the finishing touch.

Before even thinking of what I want as decoration I take a break to clearly think and eat something to recharge my energy. Once done I take the block and similarly as before put is on the closed lid. This time I can't go one by one, as the more I progress the more will I need to remember and be careful as to not mess up what was already done.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I clap my hands and pour everything I had in the image I have created in my mind before bringing down my hand on the block. In a shower of blue arks, the block melts away before emerging on the two sides of the trunk, in front and on the lid.

What appears was exactly what I had in mind. On the two sides was my version of the Vongola insignia with the banner sporting Evans. On the stead of the two rifles were two wands crossing each other, the bullet was exchanged for a sitting snow panther, his tail curled around its front paws. On the place of the clam, an open book. On the front of the trunk, the hollow skull, possessing the two red stripe running down the mask, of Ichigo with snow panther hears on the top of the crane. Two tails spouting out of each side of the lower jaw before crossing behind the skull with their tip making a three-quarter complete circle above the ears toward the inside. The lid didn't make an exception as two prowling snow panthers back to back with their tail entwined securing the lid close. Every surface of the wood was polished, and each spot craved in giving even more relief to the engraved parts.

My work was rewarded with the evolution of my alchemist skill to rank H. Now its time to crack open the runes books in order to enchant the trunk. I was planing on at least an animating scheme to open the lid by separating the tails, along with securities and at least expansion, multiple compartments, feather-light, shrinking-expanding features.