"Emcy, good that you have come. I was about to send somebody to find you," the old woman still seemed to be walking on clouds.

It was early in the morning, but when Emcy arrived at her house, she was already out tending to her garden.

"Why would you need to send somebody, did something bad happen?" Emcy asked.

'Ah... I hate having to play the shy child.'

"NO, nothing like that. I could finally tell my husband of my back problems and how you solved them. And after loving him for a bit, I could convince him to let you become his apprentice," the woman seemed to be all smiles.

'Oh god, please! That's way too much information!' Emcy thought.

"I can really become his apprentice? Won't it bother him too much?"

"No, there is a shortage of customers right now anyways, so he will have enough time to teach you everything you need to know," the old woman reassured.

A few minutes later, the smith welcomed Emcy with a warm smile. Then, when he was close enough, the smith placed his strong hand on Emcy's shoulder. "I have to thank you, my boy. I didn't have such a nice night for years. Whatever you gave her is definitely a gift of the heavens."

The smith bowed down and quietly added: "And she was way more sensitive, just in case that info could help you at some point."

'NONONONO, get the pictures out of my head! I would rather go back to being sexually harassed by a pig.'

"You are welcome," Emcy said, not showing his disgust.

"Hehe... well anyways, I only have a few orders for today, so I'm going to be able to teach you later. So for now, you can just familiarise yourself with the tools," the smith pointed at a corner of the room, where a small second smithing space had been set up.

As Emcy was walking towards the tools, the smith had already started his work.

"Alright, since he is already not paying attention to me anymore, it's time for me to start working too. I didn't prepare for a year for nothing after all."

Even though Emcy had never really left his house during his preparation phase, he had gathered a lot of theoretical knowledge. He basically knew everything that could help him in another world.

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'The only problem that I could run into would be a difference in the fundamental laws of physics. But so far, everything has been fine, so there is no reason to worry.'

But just in case, he still watched the smith's first project. As far as Emcy could see, there was nothing out of the ordinary. At least not until the smith took his first work of the day out of the cast.

It was a huge metallic dildo!

'What is this? Did I accidentally stumble into a sex shop?'

After the smith noticed his bewilderment, he smiled awkwardly. "You see, I don't have so many customers right now, so I got to take every order, even if it hurts my pride to craft something like this."

Emcy just silently nodded and turned his attention to his little smithing place.

'If nobody is buying your stuff, are the others really the ones at fault? You even have a monopoly in this place, yet you still can't keep customers. Was it really such a good idea to become his apprentice? But I don't really have to worry. He surely is some sort of hidden master suppressed by someone with a lot of power because he courted the wrong woman. For some reason, that's the only kind of conflict that this kind of side character can have.'

While thinking, Emcy had already heated up the smithing oven and was now slowly putting the iron in. After the iron had smelted, Emcy filled the sword blade cast. It was a small, medium-sized blade with a flat handle that would be covered in wood later. After the sword was cold enough to take it out of the cast, emcy sharpened it at the grindstone.

Emcy had noticed the smith watching him a long time ago, but he didn't pay any attention to him, just as he had seen in the other stories.

The last thing he needed to do was put on the handle, which he did by pouring some of the molten iron into the holes of the handle. Then, after the iron had cooled off, he put some leather stripes around the handle.

You could have heard the smith's heavy steps even at an electro concert, but Emcy still acted surprised when he appeared behind him.

"Wow, were you able to do all that by yourself just by watching me once? You must be a prodigy!"

'Are you crazy? How would I know how to make a sword from watching you make a dildo?! Such a sword would only work if your sparring partner was not wearing any underwear...'

"Yes master, since I watched such a great master of this art, I could easily understand everything," Emcy said.

"Oh, you make me blush..." the smith said.

'Ugh, get yourself together. You're a grown man!'

"...but you are definitely really talented. So if you want to work with me, I would be happy to officially make you my apprentice."

{Do you want to become an apprentice smith?

-apprentice smith (craftsman job): Lv.0}

'Ah, I was already wondering when the game system would appear. My research shows that craftsman jobs are always way overpowered, so of course, I want to take it.'

"I would be honoured to be your student," Emcy said.

Afterwards, the smith said some more things, but Emcy didn't listen. Instead, he was busy reading the job information.

{-apprentice smith (craftsman job): Lv.0

can craft items of slightly superior quality

+50% damage with all self-crafted weapons

you will gain stats according to the quality of the item you crafted }

Theatrically, Emcy sighed loudly. "OHHH noooo, I picked a dumb craftsman job, now everything is ruined!" he mumbled while one singular tear dripped down his cheek.