I Was Reincarnated As The Brother Of A Villainous Young Lady, But I Couldn't Use Magic, So I Used My Sword To Slash Down The Doom Flag - Chapter 8

My name is Frey Dwargon. I run a blacksmith shop in the town of Gast… well, my dad does. But I am a good craftswoman too. My dad always says I have great talent, and I do not lose to the other blacksmiths around here.

One day, I learned something hard. In this time, no one really wants a blacksmith’s true talent. People care more for a sword that looks pretty with shiny iron and jewels than for the fine sword that my dad makes.

Noble people do not use swords in battle. They use magic. So they do not care about how well a sword works. They care only for the bright, eye-catching look. If that is so, then a sword does not even need to be a real sword. It is just like a piece of metal with some jewels hanging from it.

Right after I learned this hard truth, a new customer came to our shop. The man said he came by a marquis’s introduction. He looked like a gentle man who could not swing a sword well at all. It was clear he only swung the sword for fun. This is how many nobles are.

And the man would give a sword to a small boy who stood beside him. That little boy even asked for a sword that is made for real fighting. I became angry and almost rushed to him. But then, things went in a strange way.

The little boy began to show us his sword skill. We went to the small space in the shop for test cuts. It was a quiet place with only a straw dummy. It had not been used for a long time.

In front of the straw dummy, the little boy sat in quiet meditation. He held a simple wooden practice sword. He had not yet swung a real sword. Still, he made a great show of his skill.

I could not take my eyes away from him. There was something in his look that was just like my dad when he works at his sword. It was a very serious kind of “aura.”

Then, as if he cut the tight string of tension, the boy drew his wooden sword.

“Majin-ryu Sword Art, First Form… ‘Ice Wolf Flash’!!”

In that moment, it felt as if the world was split in two. For a short time, the little boy seemed to vanish, and the straw dummy was cut cleanly in two.

It was only a wooden sword. There was no sign of any magic. Yet the cut was so beautiful that no one could copy it with any real sword.

The boy muttered, “No… It is not enough yet… I still have much to learn…”
I was very shocked by his words.

Does he mean that even with his amazing sword art he is not satisfied? This sword art is so fine that it could defeat even a knight who fights with magic. When I saw his face, I knew he was serious and not joking.

His skill made me shine with wonder.

Then the boy said in a clear voice,
“So, how was it? Did my sword please you?”

He bowed his head low, as if he was truly surprised. I felt I must bow my head as well.
“Yes. I have no complaints. I must even lower my head to you. Please let me have you strike with your sword.”

My dad, who was with us, was shocked by his plain tone. I knew that if things went on, my dad would let the little boy have his sword made. I was sure that his next swing would be the best ever.

But then I felt a strong impulse. I thought, “No! I must not let that happen without my help.”

“Dad! And please, I have a request too! I want to help you make your sword!”

“Frey, what do you say all of a sudden?”

“I am sorry for what I said before. But I am serious now! I do not mean to work alone. I want to help you, even if it is just by assisting. Please, let me help with the making of your sword!”

I have long wondered if there is any meaning in making a sword. But if I can help make his sword, I feel I can find that meaning.

Then the little boy gave a small smile
“I do not decide that. I do not know how good you are. Blacksmithing is not my skill. Please ask your father.”

I felt a little sad by his words.
“I look forward to the day when I see the sword that you make.”

I felt happy just by his words and I smiled. Then I suddenly remembered I had not yet introduced myself properly.

“I have not said my name yet. My name is Frey Dwargon. And you are?”

“I am Sold Ranger. Nice to meet you, Frey.”

“Nice to meet you too!”

Holding Sold’s outstretched hand with both of mine, I made a firm decision. I will make my father proud… I will make Sold’s sword with my own hands!

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