Chapter 91: Harpsisword

Chapter 91: Harpsisword

A world in which space wasnt an issuethats what this place was for the awakened. Back on Earth Dallion took for granted he had all the knowledge of humanity. All that seemed like a childs toy here. The library that Captain Adzorg had given him was in fact a very real library, full with more tomes and scrolls than Dallion could count. Knowledge that he couldnt imagine was held in the awakening realm of a simple ring. Of course, there was a catch. The librarian echo that oversaw the library, could only grant access to any of pieces of knowledge, and for the moment it had only allowed Dallion to read a single scroll.

Miser, Dallion grumbled. One scroll was more than plenty for him right now, but knowing that there was so much more denied from him, soured the experience.

Adding insult to injury, the scroll he was allowed to read was dry and boring as a history lecture. If Dallion was expecting hed learn anything more about his awakened powers in order to fill the gaps in his training he was mistaken. Instead, he now knew the names of the seven moons, which attributes they were linked to, the order by which they appeared in the sky, and the time they remained visible according to month.

After an hour spent rereading the same paragraph, Dallion decided he needed a break.

Going so early? Adzorgs echowhich Dallion had gotten to call Nilasked.

Afraid so, Nil. Thereve a lot of things I need to do.

Such as? Nil crossed his arms.

I have to mend the furniture in the tavern after last night. Also, the counter. A few of the patrons had become decently drunk and overly enthusiastic, smashing mugs on the counter at the early hours of the day. Hannah had quickly kicked them out, though not before they had made several deep scars on the side of the counter. Oh, and I have to go buy some proper clothes. Hannahs orders.

The echo gave Dallion a look reserved for school delinquents, then just shrugged. A second later, Dallion was back in his comfortable bed. The sun was already rising, leaking rays of light through the shutters of the room.

Given how strict the innkeeper was, the boy allowed himself a few more minutes of leisure, before washing up and getting dressed.

The first thing he did in the morning was to rush to the toilet. The secondto wash his hands and return to the main room. Despite last nights ruckus, the damages were less than he expected. Taking a deep breath, Dallion went on to do his job. A minute later, everything that could be mended was as good as new. Several glasses and a few of the chairs would have to be replaced, though. There was only so much that awakened powers could do.

Youre diligent, Hanna said, startling Dallion into a hop.

Having relied on his superior hearing, he had gotten out of the habit of looking around for people.

Easy there, its just me with your breakfast, the woman said, more amused than anything. Leftovers from last night, with the cooks compliments.

Itll be fine. Dallion forced a smile, his heart racing in his chest. Youll need to replace a few chairs. He added after a while.

Much less now that youre here. Hannah snorted. Eat your food.

The eating went in silence. Both of them sat less than a step apart on both sides of the counter, and neither had anything to say. Only when Dallion had gulped down the last bite, did the woman slam a coin pouch in front of him.

Here. Thats for some decent clothes, and what other small necessities you need.

Thanks. Dallion picked up the pouch. It was pleasantly heavy. Ill be sure to pay you back.

Idiot. The woman smiled. It was her first unadulterated smile Dallion had seen on her face. Those are your earnings. Mending doesnt come free. Id never let people carve up my mugs and tables on a normal night. Why should this be different?

You mean everyone yesterday paid to see me mend things?

Thats the short of it. There might be plenty of you in the city, but you still are a big deal. Not all work at inns, most only do it because they have no choice and it shows.

So, a little showmanship went a long way.

Dont expect this every night! Now, that they know your tricks, theyll probably return to behaving properly. My advice, make use of this as fast as you can. Dress up, train up, create a good impression at your guild, then you can start saving for a place of your own.

Dallion wasnt certain whether she was encouraging him, or suggesting she wanted him out. Either way, he nodded.

Ill be sure to put these to good use. He tied the pouch to his belt. It felt horribly insecure, but there wasnt much he could do. Wheres Jiroh?

Out. Hannah narrowed her eyes. Why?

I was hoping shed show me about the city. You know, take me to some good places to buy clothes from, that sort of thing.

Shell be away for a few days. There was a trace of doubt in the innkeepers voice. And the faster you start handling things on your own, the better. Dont rely that well carry you forever.

Its literally been one day! Sure thing. Dallion smiled and quickly made his way to the exit. See you at noon.

The air outside was incredibly sweet. After some wandering about aimlessly, Dallion found that the yellow flower bushes that hed seen about the city, were the source of the sweet fragrance. To an awakened it was like walking through the perfume aisle of a mall. Whoever was in charge of city planning had done a pretty good job. Soon it became apparent that there were other conveniences for awakenedsmall subtle things that wouldnt be the everyday person.

Hey, you there! a voice carried from the next block. Dallion looked in the direction to see a plumb middle-aged man wave at him.

Whats that for? Dallion pointed. Mountains?

The crossbows? Taem glanced over his shoulder. Castles mostly. They were from before the war. Not much demand lately. Too slow to be used against abominations.

They look just like dartbows.

The weapon smith laughed. If youre oversimplifying it, why not just say they look like a bow? I wouldnt recommend buying one. It takes years learning how to master a crossbow. People are better off buying two modified dartbows. Taem placed five sets of daggers on a small wooden table in the end of the room. Here we go. Good for throwing and close combat. What sort of weapons have you used so far?

A short sword. Dallion said. After all that talk about dartbows he didnt feel the desire to admit he had one.

And? The weapon smith asked, waiting patiently.

And a short sword. Dallion felt his forehead burn up. Truth is, I havent used any weapon so far.

Never been in a real fight? Tael asked with understanding.

Never been in a real fight, Dallion lied. Or at least told a semi lie. To be honest, I dont know much about awakened weapons. Which I would have if the stupid echo had let me read any useful books! Whats the difference between this and the sword I start with?

For one thing, the sword you start with is made of air.

Dallion stared at him blankly.

I see Ill have to explain things a bit, the blacksmith sighed. You know the difference between an awakening fight and a real one, right? In the awakened realm you get all those useful hints and markers, telling you what to do and when to do it. Perfect to learn something, but otherwise useless. If I hit you now, you wont see any warning markers, youll have to rely on your own reflexes and experience. Its the same with weapons and armor. Unless they are material he tapped the blade of a dagger with his finger they dont exist.

Hmm. Dallion nodded.

Now, heres the tricky part. You cant take weapons you have in an awakened realm. That is, unless they are made out of one of seven special metals.

Sky silver, Dallion quickly said.

Thats one example. Cheap and abundant. Using it, I can forge a shape that will be transferred in the awakened realm, so you can use it in both places.

I see. So, all those weapons Dallion had seen in Aspions awakening room had been weapons hed owned at some point. Interesting what had happened to them.

The only downside is that weapons made of these metals are almost impossible to improve. Its far easier to save up enough money and just buy something better. Same goes for mending. While the weapon will always be in perfect shape in the awakened realm, fixing it out here would require the services of someone like me. Otherwise, you might as well be hitting people on the head with a metal stick.

Got it. Dallion looked at the sets of daggers. None of them looked bad, but there was nothing special about them. Dallion didnt see them giving him an edge in battle. With luck, he might get Captain Adzorg off his back for a day or two, but was that a good enough reason to waste money or something he was unlikely to use? What about swords?

You dont have the strength or the reflexes to handle a longer blade. Taem shook his head. Trust me on that. Maybe in a month or two You can buy a sword if you want to. Im not stopping you, but take it from me, youre not ready yet.

Thanks, but Ill take a look all the same.

The weapon smith shrugged with an unspoken its your money. Then stepped back as Dallion started looking around.

This is so cool, the child in Dallion thought. He felt as if he were five years old and in a candy store. There were so many weapons he had never seen, some of which he couldnt even make out how to hold. There were short blades, long blades, double blades, clubs, hatchets, ranged weapons, as well as a huge variety of knives.

Each weapon Dallion passed by, created mental images of him wielding it. In his imagination Dallion was always cool, handling the weapon flawlessly. However, he knew full well that it was only wishful thinking. Upon reaching one weapon, however, the vision changedit felt far more familiar, almost real.

Whats this? Dallion pointed at one of the exotic swords.

It was twice longer than the short sword he was used to, with a wide place that appeared to be more frame than blade. Nine silver strings stretched between the tip of the sword and the hilt, like the neck of a guitar.

A harpsisword, Tael replied. I just keep it here for show. It came with the shop. Great for parties, useless for anything else. It takes a very specific set of skills and a lot of persistence to use that.

How much for it?

Kid, if you really want a sword, Ill give you something else on a discount. Buying that is like giving your money to the pickpockets.

Does it matter? Its my money.

If you put it that way the weapon smith glanced at Dallions money pouch. All the coins you have. Are you sure you still want it?

Dallion untied the pouch from his belt and tossed it to the man. Yes, he very much wanted that sword. He knew perfectly well it would take him months to learn how to use it, but it didnt matter. He had the time. What was more, the sword was calling out to him, resonating for the first time with the skill his mother had given him.