The soft chi of the computer echoed through the house.
[All requested facilities have been completed. Extraction systems operational. The forge is active. Botanical lab initialized.]
Ethan stirred.
For the first ti in what felt like... everything, he opened his eyes to the sensation of waking up. Not drifting into awareness as an energy form, not blinking into existence.
Just... waking.
He yawned. Stretched. Sat up slowly, letting the feeling of stiffness and warmth settle into his muscles.
"So this is what a real morning feels like again..."
He rose, walked to the window, and saw it—the new forge, built into the mountainside. Thick tal pipes snaked along the ridge, glowing faintly with elental energy. Beside it, rows of harvested ore were being processed. Near the botanical section, vibrant magical flora shimred under containnt fields.
His smile widened.
Ti to begin sothing new.
The forge hissed with life. Pipes thrumd. Mana-imbued flas licked the base of the newly built slter.
Ethan stepped inside the chamber, a towel over his shoulder and a glimr of excitent in his eyes.
"Man... I built tech, machines, drones, gravity wells, plasma pistols... but never once did I think of making a sword like this," he muttered. "Guess I skipped the classics."
The workshop glead—clean, polished, and ard with every tool imaginable. Hanging neatly were blueprints, spellbound engravers, and racks of ore freshly extracted from magical veins.
"Computer," he called, "bring a forging hamr. Prepare so manasteel—I’ll be starting with a basic sword."
[Affirmative. Delivering requested materials.]
A clunk echoed as a heavy hamr materialized beside him on a workbench. Sheets of glowing manasteel soon followed, still faintly warm from purification.
He cracked his knuckles.
"Alright. I’ve read every technique, morized flowcharts, diagrams, energy retention patterns... but let’s be honest. I have zero real experience."
He laughed to himself, lifting the hamr.
"Let’s make a ss."
And oh, he did.
The first strike hit far too hard, sending a chunk of manasteel flinging across the room.
The next bounced with a loud clang, throwing off his rhythm.
He adjusted angles, changed grip, recalculated strength... but his hands just wouldn’t cooperate.
He knew the perfect pressure points, the shaping flow, the cooling thresholds—but knowing wasn’t doing.
When the sword was finally "done," it looked more like a warped dagger flattened by a truck.
"Okay," he muttered, looking at it sideways. "Let’s run diagnostics on this... sword. Trash. Trash-sword. Whatever."
[Analyzing... Mana presence: 0%. Structural integrity: Poor. Grade: F.]
Ethan exhaled. "Figures. Mana’s all gone. Sword’s dead."
He didn’t look upset. Just thoughtful.
"Okay. Round two."
He set aside the trash-sword, lted a fresh bar of manasteel, and tried again. This ti—better control. His strikes landed more consistently. The shape held better. It even resembled an actual blade by the end.
But the mont he cooled it and scanned it—
[Result: Mana presence—0%. Integrity: Acceptable. Grade: C.]
"Still losing everything, huh?"
By the fourth and fifth tries, his swords beca physically solid—well-shaped, clean edges—but they were empty. The mana within the manasteel kept leaking out during the forging process, dissipated by the excessive force and exposure.
He leaned on the anvil.
"This is the problem," he said aloud. "It’s not the shape. It’s the mana containnt."
A pause.
"...Alright. Trial six."
He looked at the molten manasteel and had an idea.
"What if... I use my mana to coat the material during forging? Like a sheath. Keep its internal mana from escaping."
With calm focus, he called upon Null—reshaped it into pure mana—and layered it around the blade-in-progress. The faint blue shimr held like a film as he began hamring again.
It wasn’t perfect—his concentration wavered. The blade warped slightly. But it cooled into sothing decent.
[Scan complete. Mana retained: 35%. Integrity: Moderate.]
He blinked. "Wait. Mana’s still in it? It worked!"
He grinned, energized. "Okay... so if I coat it better... maybe I can retain more."
Trial seven retained 50%.
Trial eight—62%.
Trial nine—80%.
Trial ten—he could see the sword glow faintly before it even hit the cooling trough.
"Co on, co on...!"
[Result: Mana retained—97%. Grade: A.]
He grinned wide. "Almost."
He exhaled, preparing the eleventh sword.
Total focus. Mana sheathing from the mont he touched the tal. Every strike was deliberate, every breath synchronized. When the final strike echoed through the forge, he felt it—the perfect resonance.
He cooled the blade carefully, watching it glisten.
[Scan complete. Mana retained—100%. Grade: S. Purity: Optimal.]
Ethan stared at it.
A flawless, glowing sword.
His first real success.
He held it up, admiring the balance, the shimr.
"Now that’s a weapon."
The sword glowed faintly in his hand, a soft blue aura humming at its edge—not aggressive, not wild, but stable. Balanced. Complete.
Ethan tilted his head, admiring the blade’s gentle shimr.
"Huh," he muttered with a smirk. "Looks good."
He gave it a slow swing. It cut the air clean, with a satisfying weight behind it.
"Computer," he called, holding the blade at his side, "send retrieval drones to collect all completed swords."
[Command acknowledged. Retrieval bots deployed.]
As small chanical arms erged from the side panels and began organizing the forge space, Ethan issued a few more instructions.
"Sort them properly. Place this one,"—he raised the flawless sword—"and all other mana-retained swords above seventy-five percent into a separate, secure weapons vault."
[Confird.]
"Put the rest of the swords—the ones with low or zero mana—in a separate trash bin. And keep the actual trash ones..."—he glanced at his first few lumpy disasters—"...in a corner sowhere. Maybe I’ll keep one as a reminder."
[Organizing. Sorting process initiated.]
A soft hum filled the room as the bots carried blades across the chamber, storing, stacking, and logging them accordingly.
"Oh, and one more thing," Ethan added. "Compile my progress—the whole forging process. From the trash I started with to the final product. Every mistake, every thod, every breakthrough. I want the whole thing docunted."
[Progress log complete. Title: "Forging Attempt Series 001 – Mana Retention Trials." Entry saved to mory core.]
Ethan nodded in satisfaction, wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm.
"Alright... not bad for a first day as a blacksmith."
He leaned the flawless blade carefully against a display rack and turned back toward the molten ores resting in containnt chambers behind him.
"Now," he said, stretching his arms, "let’s see if I can make elentally tuned blades..."
His eyes scanned the raw materials: frostiron, sunstone alloy, thunder ore, obsidianite...
"Fire, ice, lightning, light, shadow... all of them have potential."
He grabbed a hunk of frostiron from the containnt tray and felt the cold seep into his skin. A sharp, biting energy pulsed within it—stable, but reactive.
"Let’s see if this one listens better than the manasteel did," he muttered.
The forge flas reignited with a flick of his hand.
He rolled his shoulders, feeling the heat rise again in the room—and the thrill return to his fingertips.
"I’ve got a long way to go..."
He grinned, eyes glowing faintly with anticipation as he lifted the hamr once more.
"But I’m just getting started."
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