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At the edge of the abyss which dictated cognitive function, a single entity molded their percipience, in awe of the splendor in which hands crafted works of pristine art. Each clang of metal to metal allocated a ghastly, eerie, and generally overwhelming sense of dread that embodied the entirety of the object being formed by nimble hands. It was days like this, where the sun hung its head in shame for daring to show itself, that the one whom was named after striped mules felt utterly alone. Isolated and yet at peace with his fabricated destiny. Virtuous actions held by a vastly uncommon belief displayed with every curve, every shaped and tempered steel and iron he had worked with. Intense twangs of heated objects...weapons...forged here on an island dedicated to that single purpose. Ego allowed craftsmanship to shine thoroughly throughout the master-work, but imperfections poisoned the over-all design. Flaws that alerted the blacksmith almost immediately. Heat blasted his porcelain mask, each tug of the rope to drop mist upon the material causing oxygen to become a valuable resource. Yet it didn't matter, he was poised on making sure the mold was to the specifications of his leader, Asher.
"Coohoohoohoohoo... good thing that I decided to take off my shirt, so much heat in this kitchen.~☆"
However, it was not this mold that was meant for the illustrious leader of these heroes of justice, no, the slab of unused metal akin to steel that laid gently upon the old oak table was the true heart and soul of this device. Removing himself from the forge entirely, he moved towards the slab and studied it, making sure that its quality was good enough for such a task, eyes poised upon refining it into a weapon worthy of one dedicated to bringing justice to others. A smile blossomed upon lips, flourishing outwards and emanated in a manner establishing a positive feeling. Correlation created through the art of the craft and a history soaked in it for generations. A singular huff escaped parted lips, before the real work began. He would place the block on the opposite end of his working slab, heating the material to degrees that'd burn a man severely on any physical contact. The goal was to create malleability within the steel itself, as to shape the creation to the best of his abilities. Such abilities unfathomably unique, detailed in ways almost mythological in nature. When steel became yellowish-orange, bright and vibrant, he'd maneuver himself from the heath, setting his creation gently upon an anvil nearby.
"Ashy-san better enjoy his present, coohoohoo, I didn't make it for nothing.~☆"
With hammer in hand, he rose his striking tool just enough to where he could finely create the desired shape. Refining and processing it as he turned, reheating as needed. Working his own blood and sweat into the mixture of steel, easily showing a discipline and appreciation for the crafts in which his family birthed a dynasty. A bevel, a taper, and endless striking. He would bend the metal to his will, tasked to create such a weapon that would appear inhumane upon the battlefield. If not by the sheer predator shape of said object, than by its nightmarish beauty and ghastly splendor. A forehead rub, a pause for water, he relentlessly contoured the blade, allowing for a suitable albeit long shape to be displayed in it's glory. A nodachi forged with techniques long admired, all that was left was a smile. Checking once more for accuracy, he moved onto the next phase of his work. Yet it took him no time at all to shape the tip of this monstrosity, elegantly sharpening the ridge despite his gut warning of the dangers. He kept it refined, eloquent, exotic. Not his best work, but it'd be damn beautiful by the end. Breezing past the clay procedure as well, he'd make sure it was properly designed before making his way towards the large pool-like tub that was used to cool off objects. His gloves protecting him from the slightly cooled metal. He'd let it soak for as long as needed.
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