Well, I'll be damned! I was right about the job being a little too good to be true sheesh. The first thing I did after accepting my brand new spanking job was, of course, to walk back home to tell my parents of my apparent success. My father was naturally pleased with my decision.
And remember my prediction when I said he would've killed me if I rejected? Yeah, I wasn't joking about it! My dad had his sword next to him and seemed more and more anxious as I told them the story bit by bit. Honestly, he should be the bodyguard, if anything, since I don't even own a sword yet.
Aside from some minor confusion and apparent excitement, however, my parents took the news of me possibly dying reasonably well, as if they'd been wanting to get rid of me for a long time now! Hello!? I'm your only son! Aren't you both supposed to look sad at the chances of me dying!? Oh my god!
Anyway, my next big problem, aside from finding out that my parents don't give a crap if I die or not, is the fact that I'm still broke! The old guy only gave me a little bit of silver, but my dad took that away from me almost immediately, calling it a "living expense."
I guess it is my fault for showing him that much silver, which usually takes months for him to collect! Anyway, now I need to find another way to buy myself a weapon, preferably something that won't break after a couple of swings like most of the swords and polearms I've used.
So my next stop is obviously the blacksmith shop, and like always, the blacksmith immediately turns into dodging mode as soon as he sees me walk into his shop. "We aren't hiring! I already told you multiple times, you brat!" The blacksmith tries to avoid me as much as he can until I tell him that I'm actually looking to buy a weapon.
"You need a weapon? When did you get the funds for something like that? Who did you steal from!?" Obviously, the blacksmith is suspicious almost right away, but he calms down once I tell him who my new boss is. I mean, the boss man is the one who's going to pay the bill here, so there was no avoiding mentioning their name.
"There's just no way, kid. Did you actually take that crazy suicide mission like that? You're so dead," No, I'm not! Thank you very much for such kind words! "I assume I'm sending the bill to your boss then?" The blacksmith doesn't waste any time trying to sell me a weapon now. How very convenient.
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"Yes, please. I still need something good, do you know? Not calling your weapons weak or anything, but they kept breaking in school." I had to be honest with the guy; otherwise, he might try giving me one of those cheap swords that would break after a couple of swings.
"Well, since the school swords are meant to be reinforced by magic, I suppose yours never got that, so don't blame me, kid. Those swords were of decent quality." Of course, the blacksmith didn't take my words with much excitement, but he did start looking around his shop for something.
"Alright, kid, listen. The only weapon type I can get you that will not break as quickly is a town's treasure that will come with a hefty price." Oh, come on, man, just tell me what type of weapon I've got to use! I don't care as long as it's something cool and not lame, like a bow and arrow.
So we walk around the guy's shop for a little while until we reach a hidden box covered in dust and spiderwebs. The box looks so old it appears like it hasn't been touched in more than a century. I mean, just how old was this weapon the blacksmith mentioned?
"Alright, kid. I've got to resort to such lengths for someone who doesn't have support magic for their weapon, so we depend on the imbued power of a dragon for yours." Woah! What did he just say? I'm getting a dragon sword?! I can already imagine how mighty a dragon sword might look, shiny and cool looking, until the blacksmith opens the box, revealing some bones.
"What is this old man? Some kind of joke? Those are just bones!"
"You insolent little prick! These are the vertebral bones of a legendary dragon! It took the strongest Onis of all time and their lives to kill it! Now respect it!" Says the blacksmith as he carefully picks up the dusty old blade that sort of looks like a claymore. I mean, it was just some vertebral bones in the shape of a sword. How sharp could that be?
"Alright, alright, but do you have something I can test this out on?" The blacksmith soon hands me the weapon and starts walking away, signaling for me to follow him, which I do. In no time, we arrive at the outside area at the back of his shop, where the blacksmith places a couple of wood dummies.
"Yeah, you can test it out with some of these dummies. Just go easy with it! It really is a powerful weapon, okay?" Yeah, yeah, right! Some dusty old bones that barely resemble the shape of a claymore aren't that impressive or remarkable at first sight! So, let's see what this is made of!
Without hesitation, I bring the pile of bones into a cutting stance and finally move against the wooden dummies. Now I need to apologize to the sword a thousand times since it proved me wrong with a single swing being capable of cutting all five dummies in one single swing!
"What the!?" Not only does it cut with ease, but once my swing is finished, the damn sword roars like a dragon, only making me more excited to have this thing!
[New weapon unlocked]
[Rarity of weapon ★★★★☆☆][4/6 stars]