"Thanks, bye…" Akatosh says bidding farewell to Sheena.

Prior ago, Akatosh was lucky to come across Sheena wandering near the garden. Her personality differs from her sister's, taking the initiative Akatosh asks her to help in escaping this place. But as he approaches her, a shock to meet him once again.

"Umm…" Akatosh says, he didn't know how to greet her for the third time since he owes her big time.

Her sad face quickly shift the moment Akatosh spoke to her. Sheena gasps as she covers her mouth. "I-I didn't expect to see you Akatosh." She stammers with a painted smile.

"Um… I didn't think so either. umm… ahh…" Akatosh said.

Sheena giggles the way how he spoke, but her laughter adds up to her beauty, gracious and warm.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me for my action." She says.

"That's all right…" Akatosh said embarrassed to not looking at her directly.

Easily seen through Sheena could tell he needed her aid. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Well… ahh, it's about your sister, she-she wouldn't let me go… even the guards won't." A cut by cut Akatosh implore.

"I see," Sheena says but a fit of slight jealousy she adds from her face.

"Buts it's okay- -" Before Akatosh could settle another world Sheena grab his hand leading him to the exit.

"But madam?" the guard pleads to her.

"It's okay I deal with her," Sheena responds.

"I-I'll open the gate then." The guard sigh.

Before Akatosh could bid farewell to her. "If you want you could stay in for the night, we'll be having dinner," Sheena says, she does want to go with him to share some of his adventures, but her fate gropes her.

"It's fine, it's just that I've got a friend to seek," Akatosh said avoiding her request.

At a distance of ten meters apart mustering her courage Sheena shout, "You can always come back. You can find me here I'll be always here waiting for you!"

"I will," Akatosh replies.

"Till next time… I'll be sure to go with you, I'm sure of it so please stay safe," Sheena says, touched by his last words.

After his departure, there was still time for the shop to open. without wasting time hastily, he rushes towards the front door.

"Welcome… oh, I see you're in fine shape," Barry says after hearing the doorbell ring.

"Not quite I say. By the way, is it finished?"

"I don't know if it's the thing you wanted but--" showing the finished product.

Excited, Akatosh's heart races by the weapons he requested. "Man!... this is better than I imagine!" Akatosh says as he unsheathes the Katana.

Examining the scabbard, it seems that Barry even foiled with elven steel making it useful for deflecting attacks.

"I'm glad you like it," says Barry,

As for the gauntlet and the armor, Akatosh was even more amazed. Wearing his newly repaired armor greatly change his comfort.

"Whoa! It's light. Not to mention I can easily move around."

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"Well there's a testing ground, you can test the items if you want," Barry said happily seeing his customer praising his finished work.

"I'll be glad."

With just a single cut his new sword split the stone. Stunned by his weapon.

"I see you quite good at wielding a sword" Barry implored after he'd witness Akatosh swinging the sword in a way like a silver and gold adventurer does.

"This is quite different." Akatosh says inspecting the katana.

"Oh… I forgot. The thing is… I add some enchantment to your sword. It's a type of magical dust that amplifies the power of a weapon I also did it with the gauntlet that I kept for years during my travel. And also, I tainted it black."

"And why is that?" Akatosh ask

"Did I mention it before? Elven steels are unbelievably valuable not much like the steel around here. And if someone realizes what you're holding well it might be a hard situation especially for elves. I too stained the sword of your friend so not to worry."

"I see… well if they ask for me, give them a message to just forget about me," Akatosh says sheathing the katana then goes testing the gauntlet to the dummy clad in plate mail.

Without exerting too much energy, the claw-like gauntlet digs through the armor like a knife cutting through flesh.

"This world is unbelievable. How much for the enchantment?" Akatosh was astounded, overjoyed by the weapon he commissioned.

"Keep it, it's one of my finest creations." He said.

"But."

"It's alright, it's a blacksmith's appreciation."

"I see… by the way I like to show you something," Akatosh said showing him the book containing the blueprints of his past era.

"Mm-hmm…You've got a lot of things lad, but it would seem these types of things aren't suited for me" Barry said comforting his chin.

"I see."

"But I might know some people who can do this." Barry continues.

"Really!"

"Yep, they lived from the mountains deep beneath the earth."

"You mean the dwarves."

"That's right though it might be hard to have their trust. Lucky for me I was able to have their relationship, there where I learn my things."

"I understand." He says gazing through the sunset. The night was near and he need to find a roof. "Do you know a place an inn perhaps?"

"I do know some" Barry reply.

Meanwhile back at the estate, "What!"

"I'm sorry madam Ashalain but Madam Sheena insisted." The guard says.

"Return to your post report if there's anything peculiar." Ashalain sigh in disbelief.

"I understand then if you would." the guard says returning to his task.

"Tsk… did he knew something about her," Ashalain says speculating the connection between her sister and Akatosh.

-Elsewhere-

"Do you have a spare room for one night?" Akatosh says at the taverner.

"We have one." Says the innkeeper

"How much?"

"Want the silver or the copper."

"Just the copper and some food will ya." Akatosh said still holding the katana.

In a place where thievery often occurs. He thought to himself that in this place one must be prepared, cautious at his surroundings. Thanks to his cloak hiding the armor and the claw-gauntlet he let his left hand do the work.

Just as he was sitting alone drinking some sweet ale digesting his in-appetence when one drunk man a middle-aged person remembers his face the man (Akatosh) from the guild the one who challenged a gold tier adventure.

"Well, what do we have here." The man said walking towards Akatosh.

"Well-well-well how's it doing my boy. One must have got the balls to challenge Gilan."

The name Gilan quickly arouses the attention of some adventurers. They knew right away the man who fought Gilan at the training guild.

"So, he's the one who insulted and challenge Gilan."

"Well, he got what he wanted for mocking a gold rank adventurer."

"Such a shame indeed."

Those worlds filled malice, rage towards Akatosh peacefully drinking his bottle of ale.

"Whoopi." She man sits right in front of Akatosh and starts babbling in a drunken tone.

As the man continuously harasses and showing his crest that of a silver rank to be more intimidating. Akatosh fired back at him. "Don't know who the shit you are, but your demolished face is suitable to mate a goblin's ass."

"HAH! What did you just say to me!" The man exclaimed as he reaches towards Akatosh mantle. Yet Akatosh thwart his hand, switching the katana to his left Akatosh quickly seize his hand twisting, groping, and even gnawing the flesh.

In pain, the man's left-hand draws out a hidden blade from his back and magically enhances it with fire. Fizz, the 0.5 cm. eleven steel parries his attack. As the blade collides with the scabbard, smoothly it let the flaming sword slide through.

Drunk and sluggish movement Akatosh rams the pommel to his chin knockdown the man flat on.

Now with the upper hand, Akatosh in escalated rage stomp the man's face and for the second one. Raising the Katan pointing the tip to his face and the moment he pounds his head. An adventurer dash towards the scenario.

A sword flung the sheath letting the tip of the scabbard hits the floor instead of the man's head nearly an inch close to his head.

An elf so to say, and by the looks of it, she was a gold-tier adventurer. "Sorry for my intrusion but, it would be a ravish for a man to do that kind of infliction." Says the beautiful elf.

Not a word Akatosh utters, only a calm face but the elven lass could tell the rage and the murderous intent smeared to his eyes.

Not wanting to make an opera Akatosh left the scenario going towards his room but still prepared, no one knows, revenge might come to his slumber.