Amazing A World

After leaving the melted bronze and silver and bronze in their molds, they slowly, very slowly, began to cool down but only to the point where they could slowly come to form some kind of already distinctive shape. And while that would happen, Ciemnosc had already begun to pour the mix of melted contents into the smallish mold, there were 5 smallish molds that he was very, very careful using the bowl recipient.

When pouring the melted liquid on those molds, Ciemnosc had been very careful, and he could be seen using some kind of technique when creating to make a very specific and certain amount of violet and dark-purple to fall on those 5 smallish molds’ shapes. The entire bowl recipient had its contents of a dull, even somewhat ‘thrown up’ platinum color, but it also had a few bits of ‘marks’ of violet with dark-purple that would show up from time to time as the recipient moved.

Once those 5 smallish molds were done with, Ciemnosc began pouring the rest of the bowl recipient’s contents, which was still somewhat all of it, to the rest of the smallish molds. One by one, those molds were slowly all filled up by the bowl recipient, and even there, there remained quite a few milliliters left to be used from it.

And by the time Ciemnosc was done with that, he returned to a pair of small molds that were ready to be cooled off for real. Grabbing those molds, Ciemnosc walked to the large recipient with that fresh water that gave strange sensations to those who looked at it, it had to be some sort of actually different water than normal, right?

Yet, the truth was that it was all normal, and it was just that Ciemnosc had placed some silly illusory arrays to cover its top, just so that it would appear to be different. He couldn’t just reveal everything without expecting to be copied and get stolen of his creations, right? Eh, eh.

As Ciemnosc let them fall down to the water, without waiting for any other few seconds, he went over and grabbed one of the hammers he had on the floor of the arena at his spot, then went back and, in a flurry, took the molds out from the water.

With a large amount of ‘strange’ water coming out from all sides but quickly refiling itself with the conduct from the arena for these precise circumstances, that the contestants had to obviously prepare before coming to the stage; Ciemnosc then placed the molds aside after getting the shapes that were all from bronze and a mixture of some bronze with silver on top of the anvil.

Pam! Pam! Pam- cliang~~.

Hammering down on them, 1 to each for every 2 times he hammered down, the anvil then began to make sounds that really attracted attention all towards himself; Ciemnosc.

There were other people who were already manically hammering down their own thingies, but for Ciemnosc…he seemed to be hammering and bell, as the sound of a bell spread through his surroundings and almost an entire ⅓ of the arena from where his spot was each time he hammered down, let alone that he was doing so for 2 pieces of unfinished products at the same time.

There were still 7 minutes left by the time that Ciemnosc finished being ready with the small unfinished products, they went from being picked up from the molds white glowing intensely in an incandescent orange to forming…hand-like shapes!

The silver colored shape that seemed to be fully made out of silver only was the palm, back of the hand, knuckles and even a small part to cover one’s wrist. While, from the other mold, the shape that it had was that of a long ‘tube’. But when Ciemnosc got to work on that one shape, with his left hand holding those needles he had before with his right hand while walking around, he began separating that ‘tube’ into several fragments.

In the end, 5 different, semi-long fingers remained, all of which had a length larger than that of even an overly large sized person’s body. Though the width for them wasn’t that thick, but also not really that thin either. All in all, it was a sort of creation that was for most people, even fatty fingers and skelly fingers would be able to put their fingers in those armored fingers.

However, that was only for the small molds, the smallish molds had instead a completely different use, they weren’t another hand or a kind of weapon in itself. Instead, there were those 5 smallish molds, which in the end, were revealed to be 5 different large nails. It wasn’t to the point that those nails could be called claws, and were even more similar to talons.

Still, those nails were still nails and the only thing they had to do with animals, as not even the anthropomorphic beast race seems to be this ‘feral’, was the dangerousness that those nails represented even to those who weren’t well-versed in the creation of weapons or tools.

All in all, everyone could see the way that such a tool or weapon could be used, but they were really clear about it, it could either be a weapon or tool depending on its functions and usable life expectancy. Which could only be demonstrated at the end once it was all assembled, for as right after, Ciemnosc began to slowly assemble this piece of work together as if it was a tool or an invention of sorts.

Besides those nails, there were some ribbon-like metallic little thingies, things that Ciemnosc used his right hand to hammer a bit, but not only that as he also hammered them while the parts of the glove itself and its fingers were still on the anvil. As such, while he hammered the shapes from the mixed melted liquid to the glove and the fingers after ‘refreshing’ them in the ‘strange water’, Ciemnosc was also directly adhering them to each other while still continuing to reshape and reinforce his piece of work’s infrastructure.

Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam…

For the rest of the 4 minutes that were left remaining after Ciemnosc washed over the molds and hammered them alone for a little each, to assemble them together with the glove and the fingers; all Ciemnosc did was to work with both his hands, and he so much wanted to take his shirt off, but he somehow dismissed the idea right away as if it was some sort of instinct.

It was just noon, really hot sun and hot temperature despite the Little Lake’s surroundings having started to snow already, there was still some time if the snow would begin spreading to fall on the center of the Region, which was also dubious to know whether it would spread that much or not. Such things never really happen and only a small portion of the Region happens to be riddled with snow, rain or a drought; etc.

In any case, the fingers that were seamlessly separated from the ‘tube’ shaped ended up having a hole at their tips, it had fingertips, but anyone’s fingertip could poke out if they were to wear such armor, which didn’t even seemed to be flexible in the first place and a bother to wear. However, such obvious flaws and inconsistencies weren’t left to ‘live’ for long, as this was Ciemnosc’s creation and ot just any person’s creation.

The 5 nails were added to those fingertips, without any trouble, just as those nails were still of an incandescent orange and about to reveal their last shape and appearance. Hammering them a little form the sides, not stupidly breaking the edge and sharpness he worked so hard to perfect for the intended purpose of this weapon.

After the fingers hand their finished tips, they were then hammered to be placed at the fingerless gloves, now fully complete, taking a bit of time for that matter, there were some ribbons that went from the back of each finger to the back of the glove, creating such a beautiful, shining purple with mostly dull platinum color, of a darker and shine-less nature.

On the other hand, when the fingers were placed at the glove, they slowly turned silver in color, as if they were always silver and Ciemnosc was just a magician, tricking the crowds. But, obviously, but no. It was all bronze, and just as the bronze colors seemed to disappear from what the glove should’ve had become, the fingers also changed their color…

“Woah!” - “That’s…so amazing, my god!” - “I can’t imagine…someone, would make…something like this! What an incredible thing!” - “What a curious…development, hoho.”

While Ciemnosc had already placed each finger where they belonged at the glove, even having finished assembling the glove and fingers furthermore with those metallic ribbons and was already getting ready to setting up a kind of ribbon-section at the back of the glove’s wrist, while it had a kind of protection to the front already.

The author's tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

Ciemnosc placed a plethora of metallic ribbon at the back of the glove’s non existent wrist, giving it then a bit more of protection but also seeming a bit as if alive, capable of holding any person’s wrist not just with some armor, but perhaps with the capabilities to avoid situation where one’s offensive is ‘stolen’ from them and things turn awry for its owner.

“I’m finished-” Ciemnosc said, looking up at a place where a booth was semi-hovering in the air, it was basically supported by the structure from the bleachers, but at the same time, he was interrupted by the voice of the announcer which spread across the whole arena.

“Time is up! Stop moving, do not continue any more of your movements or you will be directly kicked out, don’t think that nobody is observing what you do!!” The announcer’s voice was the same as always, he was announcing as per normal, but still had a threat to speak out and with an attitude that was overbearing as well as simply annoying…

“Now, contestants! Prepare yourselves, and step up to the end of your spot where the corridor is, you will be quickly studied along with your product. The jury will decide whether you are successful in this opportunity or not, it will be a simple sound of acceptance, or an even more simple and obvious sound of failure!”

“Some of you might be selected to showcase your product, but only if asked by any of the jury.” The jury was or were, of course ,hidden and not amongst the crowd, but rather and very possibly amongst the booths that were around and some others who were looking through panels in a certain space under the tournament itself where most of its technology is also being managed.

In any case, this round of an opportunity then began to be slowly cleared out, especially with some others still trying to finish or add a few things here and there, sounds of ‘drreeeh~’ would sound which would make even those beside the cheaters flinch and jolt.

Then slowly came the ‘elimination’, which wasn’t any elimination, unless one’s willpower was as small as a baby’s pee pee. In which case, those who received a failure sound to their spot would slump their shoulders, put on a worse-sad expression and slowly step out of the arena.

Naturally though, there were many who were accepted, which was a good thing; or bad, in Ciemnosc’s eyes. As it seemed like most of the ‘jury’ were people who either had no advanced knowledge or were just uncaring towards what kind of standards should a carnival, grand event, of this ‘level’ should have and let most people have a nice sound twinkling on their spot.

In any case, Ciemnosc naturally received a nice sounding sound, which didn’t stop there as there was even a continuation, his spot suddenly became a spot where trumpets made a nice but very brief melody. It was indeed nice though, and Ciemnosc, who is more like a beast than a cute and sweet child barely 11 years old, felt really nice hearing it; he really liked such silly stuff.

While having found out the truth to life, Ciemnosc barely caring about the fact that something was different for his spot, the older teenager’s face that Ciemnosc talked to before was showing high up on the floor by the projection of an array!

“Oh…” Ciemnosc looked up as well, feeling surprised, but not by that much, seeing the older teenager who was surprised yet overly excited as he realized…that he was chosen by the jury!

“He-hello my name is Je-” The older teenager was pretty excited, yes, but the announcer cut him short of his words with a quick interruption. “Enough with the useless formalities, kid. This isn’t a meet up stage, say the worth of your pill already!”

“A- ah, ah yes!” The older teenager sobered up from being scared off a little by the announcer actually talking to him! He began showing his pill up, towards a kind of device that looked like a lens, but was stiffly attached to a tube that had come out from a pillar right in front of his boot. With his hands extended out, and with a damn beauty cultivator in a green shift dress walking towards him with a little smile on her beautiful face.

“This is a pill I created, the ‘Dual Purpose Quick Pill’,” Ciemnosc rolled his eyes when he heard the name, but the older teenager continued while many ‘ohs’ and ‘woaahs’ resounded through the stadium. “It is capable of both, either poisoning someone with a basic poison, or to cure a basic poison.”

“It isn’t for all basic potions, but besides still having me to improve this pill’s capabilities, I am sure that it can also be made into a weapon to use in battles, and not just in very specific terms. It could be used as ammunition for a tool, and depending on its intended use, it can help cultivators of the lower cultivation base from basic poisoning en masse with just one of them, in the future, or poison one’s enemies!”

Ting, ting, ting.

While the crowds themselves were already pretty much interested, afraid and amazed at the possibilities that this incredible older teenager had to offer, they were furthermore shocked to see 3 booths from the possible jury that were all around at the top of the floors and from the stadium itself illuminate in golden color; instead of having completely impossible to see-thru black windows.

“Demonstrate it!” The announcer didn’t beat around anyone’s bush, or any; and said out loud. Immediately, the beautiful cultivator went over to the older teenager’s spot. And while the older teenager smiled triumphantly, and idiotically, to the beauty, she traced the tips of her fingers through his arms and even part of his neck, before taking both pills into her hand and taking a step backwards from his spot.

Almost stepping forward, the beauty shook her head, reminding the older teenager that he would lose it all if he stepped out even with just a millimeter of his shoes and not even that of his body. In any case, the beauty then took one of 2 pills she took from his hands, both had a dull green and a darker green color around them, with some sort of stained design.

Gulping that one down, she suddenly had to support herself with her hands on her knees, her ears began to trickle with a bit of blood. Still, she did her best to stand with her straight back, and after giving a clear image to the lens of most of her body, her flat chest and flat bum very well taken by the lens - the crowds felt pity.

“Woah, she is really poisoned!” - “Idiot, anything that eats something looking like that would be poisonous, holy fak!” - “So pitiful, awww!” - “Hurry, take the other one, hurry princess!”

Amidst the crowds’ urging, the beauty took the other pill just as her teeth were showing a bloody row of upper and lower teeth. Her tongue was pink but crimson and sparkling now due to some more blood falling from her palate, showing it all with difficulty as she devoured the second pill and sat cross-legged on the arena’s floor on the corridor.

“... … …” After a few seconds, the beauty’s face that was a bit cinnamon-brown began to regain the color that it was barely beginning to lose, her eyes opened and in them was relief. She stood back up and, giving the older teenager a grand smile, she hugged his neck before rubbing the top right side of her head on the left side of his collarbone for a little bit.

“Hahaha! Congratulations kid! You have been picked by those 3 juries over there, but now, there are another 22 who would like to also choose you to become their- to follow them, hahaha!” The announcer’s voice could be heard, and as the older teenager’s eyes departed from the beauty’s back, as his ambitions were more important…until the night perhaps, he excitedly began saying the words he thought of preparing to say for years!!

“Many thanks everyone! I won’t fail you, to whoever chooses me as their follower, many thanks!!”

“Now, you can choose to remain or to go away with your prize if you think that’s enough for you, kid!” The announcer exclaimed yet again, but by the time that these words of him fell, the older teenager had a weird face as he instinctively shook his head preemptively and then fully shook his head while saying with a slightly shaky voice.

“Ah, no no, I won’t be participating anymore, having people who value me for what I can-” The older teenager was, however, interrupted once more by the announcer whose stance towards him seemed to change for the 3rd time in a row. “Then get out! Kid! You are not the only one who has the spotlight, now, is there?! Hehehehe!”

…ting~.

“Woooaaah! It’s him!” - “Commander Ciemnosc?!” - “That is…” - “That’s incredible!” - “Who would’ve thought? Commander Ciemnosc is actually participating, I thought it was someone that just loo-” - “Yeah, yeah, whatever. That you couldn’t recognize baby handsome commander Ciemnosc doesn’t mean others couldn’t.” - “Yeah, that’s right. Commander Ciemnosc, your fan club is here supporting you, wooowee woo wee woooo~!”

‘...’ At first becoming estranged by hearing sound, and then seeing the screen change from the departing back of the older teenager being refused by the beauty from before which he anxiously chased after stepping out, to that of his own face.

But then, hearing the crowds’ talk as his face became known to all of this floor and even the stadium as it appeared in the projections but in a smaller size than in the same floor; as well as in the intranet of the sect’s territory.

‘Sigh, I wonder if they are now going to see me, too…’ Ciemnosc thought, his bearing appearing pitiful already in a way, such that it made the crowd and even those who didn’t know him - to feel a bit for him.

“Very well, if it isn’t the notorious commander Ciemnosc then who is it?! Hahaha~, let’s give a nice welcoming token to the brave commander at the Little Lake on our side in return for his service! Now, comm-” It was turn for the announcer himself to be interrupted, and this time, by a sweet and cute voice - so innately so.

“I won’t be stepping out, I’ll stay.”

“WOAAAAAAHH!!” The crowd, falling silent at first, then became full of excitement and lost all modesty and reticence, becoming one hell of a loud floor that then became a hell of a loud stadium all across the sect’s territory.

Oh yeah, he also shut up the announcer, whose voice swiftly disappeared for several seconds…

... But in the distance, so far away from even the sect's territory, a couple of heads were lifted, while their beautiful faces were slowly illuminated by the projection from their laps, showing them a certain set of images that ended up making the show traces of...pain and guilt.

…