Ring Ring
"Here, this place should work. Pick out what you like."
Elie stood to the side of the weapons shop while she watched and waited for Kurt to choose what he’d buy.
"Holy shit..." Kurt looked around in wonder like a kid in a candy store. "Talk about peak male fantasy... this place is stacked."
"I tried picking a decently moderate place. I used to co here back when I was still a noob and didn’t know how to properly use my magic."
"Still a noob? Ahh, I see. You talking about your early ’cycle’ days?"
"Mmhm." She nodded once.
"So you don’t need weapons?"
"I’m a walking weapon. Does that count?"
"Heh, hardly." Kurt scoffed as he eyed and lifted up a broadblade. "I rember Dominik using these special cuffs on this green-haired chick. Awful temper that one. Anyways, I don’t exactly know how they function, but her magic wind abilities had all of a sudden stopped when he handcuffed her with it."
"They’re called mana blockers."
"Mana blockers?" He asked as he put the broadblade down and started fiddling with a pair of switch knives he picked up. "They sound effective if nothing else."
"Yeah well, the secret to those cuffs is not as complicated as the na implies. Instead of blocking your mana, the cuffs are actually made of the sa material as mana stones. They are simply redirecting the mana of the apprehended into the cuffs which makes it seem like your mana is being blocked." Elie explained.
"What are mana stones? Sorry I’m still new to pretty much anything and everything that involves magic."
"No need to apologise. Mana stones are special crystals which were discovered during the first invasion war. It’s a very dangerous material that would suck up and store any mana it cos into contact with.
Over the years, scientists and researchers have found ways to develop and manipulate these mana stones to make them more... let’s say friendly. Now, they are used as a source of power that enables society to function.
Think streetlamps, the lights in our hos, any appliances used in our daily life, and even the elevator inside of the hotel. They all use mana stones."
"Ahhh. But what about coal and electricity?" Kurt looked at her with slight concern.
"Coal and electricity? As a source of power? Pfffthahaha, talk about ancient!" She laughed at him as if he asked the dumbest question ever. "Mana stones are much more efficient. Much more eco-friendly too."
"...You make it sound like I was talking about dinosaurs." Kurt turned back to looking at the weapons.
"What’s a dinosaur?"
"Huh–?"
"Who’s making all that ruckus in my store on this here quiet afternoon!?" A short old man walked out from behind the counter.
*Tsk* "We weren’t that loud. Besides, weren’t you supposed to be out here to help out any potential custors instead of whatever you’re doing at the back of the store?"
"Wait a minute? Aren’t you that female student that everyone’s been fussing about?" The old man adjusted his glasses and took a good look at Elie.
"Well, I am a student, and I’m indeed a female. Glad to see your eyes are still working."
"What’s with that attitude?! You there, eyepatch! Why’s this little lady giving attitude!?"
"I don’t know." Kurt shrugged. "Must be on one of those special days."
"Special days? Ah! You an her period!? Ha! No wonder she’s so pissy! My old lady used to be just like you, ahahaha!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you screaming like that!?" Elie pushed herself off the wall and grabbed the old man by the collar. "I’m not on my fucking period but I am starting to get a little pissy if you keep talking about like that!"
"O-Okay! It was my mistake! Just put down already!"
Elie, who was subconsciously using her magic to lift the old man off the ground, let go of his collar, making him land flat on his behind.
"Good. Now help my friend get strapped up so that we can leave."
"Y-Y-Yes ma’am!" The old man bowed to Elie and scurried his way to Kurt.
"How may I help you, dear custor?"
’Wow... What a change in behaviour. Poor old guy...’ Kurt watched the nervous sweat drip from the old man’s forehead as he stood and waited patiently, yet not so patiently, in front of him.
"S-Sir?"
"Yes. Haha, sorry about my friend. As for what I’d like, these switch knives are really cool but not my style. Do you have sothing more durable that can make more flexible during combat? I’m a free flow type of fighter. Being restricted to just using knives would limit ."
"Durable yet flexible?" The old man began to think. "Hmm. Oh, I know just the thing for you."
He then walked over and grabbed a box from behind the counter.
"These are brass-knuckle switch knives. As the na implies, you can easily switch between hand-to-hand combat using the brass knuckles or switch things up to using the knives. The only downside to these is that it’s practically two weapons in one, making them a bit on the heavier side. Made out of titanium, you will find that it is highly durable."
"These feel good." Kurt started shadow boxing and swingling the knife around the air. "What’s it doing behind the counter and not on the front shelf?"
"That’s due to its popularity... People prefer one or the other. Not both of them shed together like this."
"There’s also the fact that most people prefer traditional weaponry ranging from the obvious choice being a sword, all the way down to the bow for archers." Elie added a bit more context.
"So no one buys these?" Kurt asked as he put the knives back in the box.
"I guess there a few weido– I AN– rare custors like who do. Speaking of which, will you be purchasing them? If you do, I’ll throw in a special leather belt in which you can store them in."
"Oh, now I have to buy them. Can’t miss out on the free belt now can I?"
"Excellent choice!" The old man clapped his hands on the deal struck. "I’ll have your items ready in a few. Is that all you’re interested in?"
"No. I’d actually like a secondary sword weapon."
"A sword as your secondary weapon? You really are weird– I AN– rare..."
"Haha, it’s ok old man. You can call him weird. I think he fully recognises it." Elie spoke up from the front door.
"I-I would never speak ill of a paying custor! W-What kind of sword are you looking for, sir?"
"Hmm, since you have these cool brass-knuckle switch knives, I’m gonna shoot for the fences and ask if you have anything sleek but durable. I want it to rest comfortably on my hips and should be easily drawn at any ti."
"My my, you certainly ask for the most contradictory things. But I do like a custor who knows what he wants, hehehe... *slrrp* Wait right here, dear custor."
’Ayoo... Wipe that drool away while you’re back there.’ Kurt looked at him with the stink eye.
"This... is Silent Night." The old man ca back shortly after and unsheathed a sleek black blade.
"Made out of alloy steel, it can withstand nearly anything you put it through. I’ve specifically crafted this one to look as plain as possible so as to catch anyone it cuts off guard. Due to its hilt not having any side rings, it can easily fit on your hip without any discomfort and, as you’ve requested, can be easily drawn at any ti."
Kurt picked up the sword and gave it a few light swings while getting the feeling of it in both his hands.
"I’m really liking this. Hell, I might even buy this. The way it doesn’t shine in the light is what’s really doing it for ."
"I’m glad you noticed this little feature, dear custor. That’s because I’ve coated it with a special magic liquid that allows it to absorb any light refracted onto it rather than reflect it."
"It absorbs light?" Kurt stopped swinging the blade around. "Doesn’t that an it’ll get extrely hot?"
"No need to worry. Part of the magic coating is to stop that from happening."
"I see. In that case I’ll take it." Kurt sheathed the blade back and gave it to the old man.
"Excellent!" He clapped again. "By the way, is there anything more you’d like?" He looked at Kurt with starry eyes.
"Just two things. Fingerless black gloves and a small whetstone. I like sharpening my blade on the go."
"I’ll have all your items in a mont! Please wait for by the counter, dear custor."
The whole transaction took about 10 minutes. Kurt equipped his leather belt and slid his two new knives in its special holsters, as well as his new sword and whetstone. He then tugged in his new gloves on his hands and once he was ready, he paid the old man his dues and walked to the door where Elie was waiting.
"Hmph. I must say you look pretty cool with those weapons and gloves." Elie gave him a once over and smiled with approval.
"Thank you, Emy. I try to put in the effort." Kurt adjusted his glasses once they stepped out of the store. "So, to Evergreen Park?" He asked her.
"To Evergreen Park." She nodded.
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