Stormy st. 401 [Emi's house][P|T|C]

[~Emi~]

Emi 20/30, Zetsubô 44/100

The large beast had been a little too enthusiastic as he had began to feel his own scent around the house. So he had left his master for a few seconds to run around the building and see if there had been anyone that had invaded his territory. The local rat family appeared to have moved away as he no longer could feel any recent smells from them at their normal feeding-area. Curious if the nest had been abandoned, Zetsubô jogged towards the large hole under the smithy. There were a few marks on the outside that something lived in it, but the nuts and leafs smelled several days old and as he put his nose into the black hole, he smelled that the rat-smell was a lot weaker than normally. A little disappointed that he no longer had them to play with. It was however something that was still down there, its smell wasn't as strong as the rats. But that could be because it also seemed as it barely was alive.

Zetsubô shoved his head into the hole while expanding it using his front paws. When he was almost a feet down, the scent had become so strong that he recognized it as some kind of damaged prey. His mouth watered as he tried to think back to the days in the swamp what kind of animal it was. His ability to smell things had been a lot less developed back then, but the difference were suppose to be that it had turned clearer. When he finally had identified the scent as a damaged otter and was about to push himself down the last distance and snag the prey, he felt a very familiar scent coming from behind himself, it was blood.... his masters blood. Since he still was in the hole, he wasn't able to learn from what direction. But as he pulled out from the hole and held his nose high, he noticed that the scent followed the win. So he turned towards the corner of the house and began to run towards it as he felt another persons smell.

Emi tried to distinguish whom his attacker was, it was however too dark and the person's hood covered most of the face. Furious that he had been attacked from the shadows and been ridiculed, Emi jumped towards the person and attack it. When his fist penetrated the robe just under the persons heart, he felt something strange, it was some kind of metal construct. Before he had realized he was in danger the construct was activated and hundreds of small projectiles were shot out from it into all directions. The entire area was covered in small needles, shurikens and kunais, all whom appeared to have the green poison applied to them. Emi had fallen backwards from the surprise and almost looked like a opposite porcupine as his as his needles was in the front instead of the back. The puncture wounds did however not bleed as long as the projectiles were till attached to him, but whenever he moved one of them a rapid bloodstream surfaced.

A clicking sound was heard as the shadowy creature moved, it was a puppet. It came rushing towards the fallen Emi with his right arm held high. Out from the stump in which it previously had a hand, a long dagger sprung out which the puppet used to attack the small boy. Emi was able to avoid the first five stabs, but he had nowhere to hide and since he still was on the ground, he didn't have much he could do to dodge them all. The blade was embedded into his upper left arm and when he tried to move out of the way for another attack, he noticed that he was nailed down into the ground. The puppet kicked Emi into the stomach, eager to keep the young hoshigaki in place with its blade. Determined not to get stuck in the same spot just to get beaten, Emi leaned backwards and put his entire force behind a kick towards the puppets chest.

The robed puppet flew several meters back, but some more projectiles were shot out of it as the kick landed. It seemed as if it had several nails left in its body and that they were released by pressure. So Emi decided to change tactics and started to perform a couple of handseals. The puppet did however not allow itself to go down that easily and dashed back to Emi before the young boy had been able to finish his handseals. The boy stopped moving his hands and prepared himself for an impact as the puppets arm came flying towards his stomach. Emi was very durable, so the following eight attacks didn't do much damage to him, it did however make blood pour out quicker from the wounds he had sustained. The blood-loss was starting to get itself reminded as Emi's vision was getting blurry and his limbs grew weak. His reaction was poor and he lacked the normal strength he used to have. But Zetsubô came rushing to his rescue and gave the puppet one of his forceful tackles. The puppet immediately broke and shot a final barrage of projectiles around.

[KoKoKo]

+10 EMi

+6 AC

[~Emi~]

Weaponsmithing
Rank: "E" (5 TP at all times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This highly specialized skill enables a character to perform the difficult and highly exacting work involved in making metal weapons, particularly those with blades.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The character blends some of the skill of the blacksmith with the ability to create strong, sharp blades. User is able to create any and all weapons such as Arrowheads, to Swords, to Crossbows. Note on Arrowheads: User can only create normal Arrowheads and Sling Bullets. Specialized Arrowheads and Sling Bullets need Demolitions or Technician due to the components found in them. Look in the Artisan Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit:---

Emi 0/5 - 2 dices +1 on each 96/125 sp, Zetsubô 50/100

Emi patted his friend and forced himself back on his feet before he started to staggered towards the building. He just wanted to get out of the combat zone and calm down. When he saw that his companion still was in the mood to fight, Emi pointed into the city and called out that Zetsubô were to catch the culprit. Once inside Emi immediately headed towards the smithy and put in some block off woods in the fireplace before putting them on fire. The warmth was a pleasant invite from the previously cold house. After a few deep breaths with his hands above the fireplace to get them warm, Emi walked over to the pile of iron and picked up one of the smaller pieces before weighting it in his hand a few times. Should he try to copy the sharp weapons he had been hit by himself? The challenge was quite motivating and after he had regained most of his grip, he picked up one of the longer tongs and used it to hold the iron in the middle of the flames.

The idea was to divide the piece of iron into five smaller pieces and then work on them one-by-one. It would make it a lot easier to focus on the sharpness of the weapon as each edge would get its individual time. While the metal still was heating up, Emi walked over to one of the boxes and searched for a useful mold. He didn't want one that were too specific as he wanted to hammer out the shape of the shuriken himself, he just wanted the mold to be a small elongated shape. After a short while, Emi had successfully found a small mold made for creating daggers. He did however expect that it could easily be used for his shurikens as long as he didn't fill it up too much. The mold was placed on a desk two meters away from the fireplace in a carrier to keep it up without touching the hot mold.

Emi then walked back to the fireplace and took out the iron out of it. Small drops of iron had melted of the bar and dropped down into the fire while making a dark hissing sound. It wouldn't matter that much as it was well enough of metal left to make more than one shuriken and even though some of the iron looked burned, Emi hoped that it wasn't damaged. The tong had become a little warm, but it wasn't anything that would hurt his hands but he put a mental note not to keep it in the fire for too long in the future. Emi poured the melted iron into the mold and put the remaining iron into a medium-sized crucible which he then put back into the fire. It looked like the crucible didn't have much that could lead heat back to the handle, so he didn't expect it to be any danger of leaving it in there for a while.

Zetsubô had received an order from his master so he put his nose down next to the constructed two-footer and sniffed a couple of times on it. The puppet appeared to have a main scent covering the body, but also a dozen of smaller ones hidden within. Since Zetsubô didn't know which scent was the owners, or which one he would be able to follow, he firstly familiarized himself with the main-scent at first. He had become quite skilled at different scents and found the small qualities that most likely were unique to that one. It was a mix between greasy oil, crushed metal, sweat, burned wires and a hint of meat. The mix was rather strange, but he had felt both worse and stranger so he wasn't really surprised. Zetsubô then crushed the outer shell using his right foot and removed some of the debris so he could get a clear hole to smell through.

The inside was however a lot less interesting, since the only thing he was capable of detecting was a lot of different poisons. He hadn't been around a lot of poisons, but the smell of the snakes and lizards producing poison was really familiar to him and both of them had a similar smell as those within the puppet. So the large beast decided to follow the first stronger scent out from the area. Zetsubô quickly scanned the nearby ground to search for a scent similar to the one covering the puppet, and even though it took him some time, he found the scent in one of the bushes nearby. So he dashed towards it and felt a stronger smell in it. The person hiding in it had been there for a very long time before going away, so Zetsubô was able to get a better sense of the smell as he was in the bush. The trail just a couple of feet away from the bush was a couple of minutes old, so he turned his head back to the house. Would he really run away from his masters house to find the culprit?

[Father 'Suke]

Emi

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104/125 SP[/ul]

AC

[~Emi~]

Weaponsmithing
Rank: "E" (5 TP at all times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This highly specialized skill enables a character to perform the difficult and highly exacting work involved in making metal weapons, particularly those with blades.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The character blends some of the skill of the blacksmith with the ability to create strong, sharp blades. User is able to create any and all weapons such as Arrowheads, to Swords, to Crossbows. Note on Arrowheads: User can only create normal Arrowheads and Sling Bullets. Specialized Arrowheads and Sling Bullets need Demolitions or Technician due to the components found in them. Look in the Artisan Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit:---

Emi 0/5 - 2 dices +1 on each 104/125 sp, Zetsubô 58/100

To increase the heat from the fire to make the iron melt quicker, Emi used the air-pump right next to the fire. After a couple of blows the flames had grown to almost double their size and licked the entire surface of the crucible. When all of the iron had turned into a grey liquid, Emi took it off the fire and headed towards the mold. It would be a tricky pour to get the iron from the crucible as it was a perfect halfcircle without any notch to pour through. He did however manage to get most of the iron into the mold and when he had about a centimeter of liquid iron on the bottom of the mold, he stopped pouring. The iron had started to burn, which showed how warm it actually was. Emi took one of the tools that hung on the wall and used it to even out the iron at the bottom while sparks flew through the air.

When he was certain that it was even and the flames had set, he put up the tool on the wall again before walking off to fetch some dust of coal. Emi didn't know how much or exactly when to apply the coal, but he had heard that it would make the iron harder. The coal hissed as he spread the coal over the molten iron. The metal got a little darker but otherwise there were no visual indicators that anything had happened. So Emi shrugged his shoulders and used the same tool as before to move around the coal slightly before he walked away to allow the metal to cool down. While he waited, Emi prepared the anvil and brought the book from the desk to one of the tables right next to the anvil, so he could read it at the same time as he hammered on the metal.

It took the metal a few minutes before it had cooled down enough for Emi to remove it from its mold and put it into a bucket of ice-cold water. A cloud of steam rose from the bucket and when the water had stopped boiling and the metal was cold, Emi moved it up to the anvil and hammered a few times on it to make it slightly thinner. It didn't take long before the iron was way too hard for him to hammer on, so he took the tong again and moved it back to the fire to warm it up some more. He waited until the metal was starting to get a little orange before he turned it around in the fire to get an even melting. When the entire thing was orange again, it was time to start the hammering the shape out of it.

The trail got stronger and stronger the further away from the house he got. It was as if the man, which he had concluded that the smell came from, was heading away from the center of the village. The grass which he traveled through was so wet that there wasn't many scent traces left, but Zetsubô's nose was so strong that he noticed even the smallest indicators of the man's scent. There were several small birds and squirrels dashing around him as he headed forwards. The animals made him loose his concentration several times, but he was determined to continue and to find the attacker. The man had hurt his damage, an offense that couldn't be cleansed by anything else but death.

His nose tingled as he crossed a weird trace with the exact same scent. It was strange as he had found several smells that were similar to each other, but never two that were that identical. The one crossing the trail he was on seemed to be the fresher one. Zetsubô did however continue on the same one as he knew that he was on the correct track, he didn't know what had made the other one. When he had walked another ten meters, the scent suddenly got extremely much stronger in one space before it continued on to the left with the normal strength. That made him believe that the man had stopped for at least one minute and spread his scent over the small area. A few small puddles of blood was hidden in the grass, something that he wouldn't be able to notice unless his nose had discovered a small difference in the normal smell.

[Captain M]

M IS REVIEWING THIS

Sorry I double posted below v_v

[Captain M]

PC + 5 TP 111/125

AC + 10 TP

[~Emi~]

Weaponsmithing
Rank: "E" (5 TP at all times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This highly specialized skill enables a character to perform the difficult and highly exacting work involved in making metal weapons, particularly those with blades.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The character blends some of the skill of the blacksmith with the ability to create strong, sharp blades. User is able to create any and all weapons such as Arrowheads, to Swords, to Crossbows. Note on Arrowheads: User can only create normal Arrowheads and Sling Bullets. Specialized Arrowheads and Sling Bullets need Demolitions or Technician due to the components found in them. Look in the Artisan Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit:---

Emi 0/5 - 2 dices +1 on each 111/125 sp, Zetsubô 68/100

Since Emi expected the hammering to become quite hard, he grabbed one of the larger ones from the rack behind the anvil as he placed the orange iron-piece on it. He began to hammer it flatter, which was a task on it own as the metal still quite durable and didn't want to move much. But by using his great strength in combination with the massive hammer he managed to make the metal almost half the initial thickness before he had to return the metal to the flames. The heat on the fire was very delicate and he still didn't have enough experience to know how warm it had to be for the different metals. So he didn't pump any air into the fire, hoping that it was warm enough as it was.

The boy sat down in front of the fire as he stared on the piece of metal, waiting for it to turn orange again. But before it had become quite finished, he brought it out from the flames and put it on the anvil. He had overestimated the warmth. Emi made a couple of more hits to make it slightly thinner before he bend the metal in the middle, forcing the top of the blade to the bottom of it. He then made a few distinct blows on the metal and tried to have it completely folded before he allowed it to harden. The clang of the hammer echoed throughout the smithy and reached over one hundred meters outside the building and they didn't stop until the top had touched the bottom. Since he didn't want the metal to loose any of its durability, he put it into the cold water and cooled it down.

The metal seemed to be rather manageable even after he had taken it out from the water, so he kept on hammering on it, making sure to get the folds as close to each other as possible. It was however not possible for him to move it much and he put it back into the flames. He hoped that it would be the last time for him to do it, as the metal became more fragile every time he did. Since the metal had become quite thick even though it wasn't one piece just yet, he still would need more heat to affect the entire piece, so he began to pump in some air into the fire. He pumped in so much air that the flames even shifted slightly in color, which made him stop as soon as he noticed it. Shifting flames meant that the flames had turned way too warm, at least for such small pieces.

(OOC: just Emi this post)

[The Roar of the Falls]

+5

sp: 117/125

[~Emi~]

Weaponsmithing
Rank: "E" (5 TP at all times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This highly specialized skill enables a character to perform the difficult and highly exacting work involved in making metal weapons, particularly those with blades.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The character blends some of the skill of the blacksmith with the ability to create strong, sharp blades. User is able to create any and all weapons such as Arrowheads, to Swords, to Crossbows. Note on Arrowheads: User can only create normal Arrowheads and Sling Bullets. Specialized Arrowheads and Sling Bullets need Demolitions or Technician due to the components found in them. Look in the Artisan Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit:---

Emi 0/5 - 2 dices +1 on each 117/125 sp, Zetsubô 68/100
Only Emi again


The metal was starting to hiss and within short began to melt, it wasn't good and Emi's foot immediately left the air-pump and his hand pulled out the tong and placed the metal on the anvil. Some of the iron had however melded on top of the tong and it was cooling down quickly. So to save as much of the iron he place it on the edge of the anvil with the tong having over the edge while placing the sharp end of a bolster on the line between the metal and tong before he began to hammer on it. Even though the metal was quite warm and easily shaped, the bolster wasn't meant to be used on metal, so it required quite a lot of hits before the first piece was removed. Sparks were flying around and it was hard for him to keep the metal still as it wasn't attached to anything but the loose tong.

When he finally had successfully removed all but the small bits from the tong, he threw the tong on the floor and immediately took a new tong to hold the iron down. The metal had cooled down enough not to get stuck on the tong again, so he was able to get a good grip on it. Emi moved the metal to the big and flat area on the anvil before he began to hammer on it. Since the iron had moved in most directions, he would need to hammer it flat again. Flames burst up from the metal as the hammer landed on it and the clangs was ear numbing. Most of the metal was almost twice as thick as it had to be and at some places it looked like waves. So it took him almost ten minutes before he had been able to flatten out the entire piece. As the sweat was starting to drip down from his forehead Emi wiped it off using his sleeve.

The heat was immense and Emi had to take a small pause when the iron had cooled down to go and get something to drink. It was going a lot worse than he had anticipated and he wasn't sure if he were to create a new one of just continue with the same one. But as he walked back and continued to hammer on the metal, he realized that he could save it by forming it again and then use it to create a mold. That would make the creation go a lot faster and probably less flawed too. So when he was sure that the piece was thin enough for a shuriken he formed it into the shape needed before he turned around, picked up some molding clay and put it next to the metal on the anvil.

[Father 'Suke]

+5 TP
+6 SP

123/125

[~Emi~]

Weaponsmithing
Rank: "E" (5 TP at all times)
Skill: Skill
Effect: This highly specialized skill enables a character to perform the difficult and highly exacting work involved in making metal weapons, particularly those with blades.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The character blends some of the skill of the blacksmith with the ability to create strong, sharp blades. User is able to create any and all weapons such as Arrowheads, to Swords, to Crossbows. Note on Arrowheads: User can only create normal Arrowheads and Sling Bullets. Specialized Arrowheads and Sling Bullets need Demolitions or Technician due to the components found in them. Look in the Artisan Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit:---

Emi 0/5 - 2 dices +1 on each 123/125 sp, Zetsubô 68/100
Only Emi again

The mold seemed to be quite old and was most likely beyond the normal expiration-date, but since Emi didn't have anything else to use he just hoped that it would work. He didn't really have the energy to get new mold and better iron from the store that late at night. The piece of iron gave away a faint shine as he held it above his head to catch as much light as possible to see how the piece looked. It was still had a little uneven thickness on the broad side of the edge, but he just put it into his memory as he looked for things that would require more effort. The edge was blunt which meant that he still had to shape it into a spearshape. Emi didn't have much experience making weapons so those things were the only details he knew he had to fix. So he hammered in the edges of it, making it slightly folded before he flattened it out completely. Since he were to use it as a mold, he had to make sure it was flawless.

Emi's upper right arm had become numb from all the vibrations while hammering, that when the piece was good enough for him, he put the hammer to the side and relaxed his arm. His fingers were shaking and he had less movement in his hand than he liked. So he put his soar hands into the cold water next to him and sighed as the muscles relaxed and allowed the hands to stop shake. Since he didn't really know how to perform the mold, he looked in the book on the desk and turned to the mold chapter. It began with a short and easy explanation on what a mold actually was. But despite Emi being untaught in the subject, he did actually know that information already. So he jumped to the next page and saw an image of a machine that he knew he had seen in the smithy before. So Emi turned his head and located the machine. It was a quite easy construct and according to the text it was used to mix the ingredients to make the mold clay.

The young boy smiled and dried off his hands on his robe before he brought the book to the machine. He didn't want to fail at creating his first shuriken, so he intended to make the basics of it as good as possible. Since he also knew that the old mold might be too old to work he didn't want to risk failing just of laziness. So he read the recipe a few times to make sure that he had memorized it before starting to pour down a large amount of sand into the machine. He used a bucket next to the machine as a measurement as he poured in the sand. When the bottom was filled, Emi pushed a button which made the machine to start spinning. It wasn't very quick nor impressive but he expected it to get the work done. The motion was a little hypnotizing, but he leaned to the side and picked up some water which was approximately 5% the amount of sand he had used before he began to slowly pour it into the spinning sand. He didn't know how fast he were to pour it in, but he expected that he were to divide it as evenly among the sand as possible.

[Father 'Suke]

Although I didn't really need to do the die rolls...

+2 SP

125/125 SP
+5 TP

[~Emi~]

Mastercraft
Rank: "S"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: Any craftwork that the Artisan does in their chosen area of expertise is automatically considered a Masterwork.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Any craftwork that the Artisan does in their chosen area of expertise is automatically considered a Masterwork without any need to spend extra time for that specific purpose. The default quality of their work is Masterwork. Determining the price of Quality Level items for creating, repairing, and combining purposes is one level lower than normal. Example: Creating a Superior item will cost as much as a Masterwork item.
Limit: Must be an Artisan.

0/110 Emi

The sand darkened by the water and moved less as it turned into one entity. He wasn't sure how long he was supposed to divide it, but he continued to split it among the sand as much as possible. When the bucket with water was empty and he had to check the book again to see what the next ingredient was. Despite that he had no idea what the next ingredient was, it was a very good and specific description on both the appearance and different names that could be mentioned on possible boxes with it in.

He heard the slow grinding noise of the machine as he raised his head from the book to see where the bentonite were. It took him quite some time to localize it, but as he opened one of the cabins next to the fireplace, there were a large bag with both coal powder and bentonite. They were basically full, so he had to struggle as he carried the bags to the machine. He had to place the coal on top of the anvil to get the place, but as he saw on the recipe that he would need it on the next step.

Emi took the shovel that was in the bags and measured the correct amount of bentonite in it before he slowly poured it into the machine. The white powder made the already wet sand get lumpy and loosened from the bottom of the machine. He accidentally released a little too much of the powder into the machine and a large pile of it began to go around and around in the blender. It didn't seem like it were going to be dissolved, so Emi had to use the shovel to divide it into smaller pieces. Since the opening was quite small, he had to time it carefully to avoid getting stuck with his hand in it.

After a few small stabs on the pile it had successfully been split up and merged with the mold. To make sure that it was ready for the next step, he allowed it to go a few more rounds before he filled the shovel with the coal powder. But as he was about to use it, he got a little discouraged and doubted that he had the correct version. So to make sure he had found the one he needed he walked around in the room to see if there were any other sack of coal. But the coal powder was the only fine coal in the room, so he shrugged his shoulders and attempted to throw it into the machine.

The mold turned into a lot darker color and it got even harder, which was clearly seen on the edge where the machine mixed the mold. He waited a few more minutes when the mold seemed to be finished to see if there were anything else that was suppose to happen. But as the book didn't state anything else but a way of testing it, he accepted the mold as finished just a few minutes later. He picked up a small lump och the mold and shaped it into a circle before throwing it a few inches up into the air. At first the mold was slightly affected by the fall, but on the third and fourth throw it was practically unchanged. Emi smiled and took out a big pile of the mold and put it on the desk next to his shuriken edge.

[Father 'Suke]

+10

[~Emi~]

10/110

The mold made a squelching sound as it landed on the desk and he immediately worked on it. He wanted to have two rectangular pieces of the mold for optimal effect. When the both of the pieces were about twice as thick as the iron kunai, he put it in the middle of one of the molds and pushed. When it had left an imprint on the mold, he took up the other piece of mold and placed it upon the first one. They weren't attached perfectly as there were a few millimeters of air in between the two blocks.

So he took up a couple of stoneblocks which he then placed upon the mold until they finally were so tight stuck together that they almost became a single piece. He wanted to give it some time before he were to check on it again. So he read in the book while he waited. It seemed as if he would need to put the mold into a fire for a short while with a low temperature. It did however warn that a lot of molds tend to be cracking up if they were too thin, so Emi turned to face his mold again and saw that it seemed a little thin. He didn't have any experience using molds, but he had made it as effective as possible without knowledge that it could break.

He dried off some of the sweat from his forehead as he removed the bricks from the mold and brought it to the fireplace. There was an irongrid two feet above the fireplace, and even though few of the flames reached that far, Emi still wanted to move it up even more to avoid too much heat. But since there was no marks that he could place it in he just put the mold on the grid and tried to weaken the fire instead. The surface of the mold immediately froze and a few cracks appeared and quickly spread. Emi panicked and took one of the tongs and removed the mold from the fire.

It did however seem more functional as he placed it on the desk and split it in two. The flames had successfully made the mold turn hard all the way through and the iron piece had even got a little warm. So he carefully removed the piece using the tong as he tried the toppiece of the mold and weighted it in his left arm. It was lighter than he expected, but he just hoped that it wouldn't break. He sliced a small slice from the bottom side of the blade to the top side of the mold. Emi did it on both of the pieces before he bound them together using non-flammable wire.

Emi then brought in a large chunk of iron into the flames and started to pump in some air using the pump. He didn't know how warm he needed to get the fire, but he made it swap color and didn't stop pumping with the air-pump until the entire piece of iron had melted. It was extremely warm for him and he had to take a step back from the fire before he brought out the melted iron lump and poured it into the mold. He underestimated how little iron would be needed to fill the mold and a large amount of it came over the top and ran down the side.

[~Emi~]

10/110 2nd post

Emi had to put down the molten iron he had in the crucible as he had to react to the overflowing iron in the mold. A dark smoke had arisen from the mold and he didn't know if the metal had cooled down too much for him to remove as he began to hammer on it. Small fractions of the overflowing metal flew away as the hammer crushed it. He no longer cared if his hammering would make the mold to break, he just wanted to save the metal on the inside. After a few minutes of hammering, it was just a thin piece left that he wasn't able to remove. The mold had managed to maintain its shape with just some extended cracks as a proof that it had been used.

The fireproof wires flew off as Emi wanted to see how the result on the inside looked like. But as the top part of the mold fell off and he saw his creation he sighed and put his hands on his head. The molten iron had cooled down too quickly and hadn't fully covered the mold before it had sprung out from the hole. The metal wouldn't be of any use for him. So he removed it from the mold and threw it on a small pile of scrap metal. He didn't know if there was a way to save it and really didn't care about it either as he had a large storage with unused metal to his right.

So Emi picked up a chisel and began to remove the remaining metal from the inside of the mold. He didn't have perfect aim, which resulted in damage on the mold. When he accidentally made a deep cut that stretched itself for almost 3 inches across the mold, he decided that he would need to make a new one. So he threw it away and went to his machine to get a new lump of dough. This time he took a larger quantity so the mold could be slightly thicker. It didn't take long for him to finish his second mold and as he analyzed the finished form, he felt a little proud as it didn't even have any flaws at all.

When it was time to get some new molten iron, he took out the crucible and put it into the rack to keep it two feet above the fireplace-ground. He intended to keep the crucible within the fire as long as possible, so to avoid it to burn he had to keep it far enough from the flames as he could. As he sat down on the ground watching the iron melt he found that the shape reminded him of a face. His fantasy took over hand as he attempted to see who it reminded him off. A smile spread across his face when the iron piece shifted between a couple of different famous people from amegakure.

But as the piece had began to melt, a face that he hadn't seen for almost 5 years appeared in the flames. The young takikage's face reminded him on how much he was missing her. His mind drifted off and as he focused back on the iron piece it had melted too much to look like anything. But it looked like the flames was a little too cold, which reminded him that he still hadn't been using the air-pump. He panicked a little as he jumped back on his feet and approached the pump. His foot began to move up and down as the pump did what it was suppose to do and forced the flames to incinerate the wood in a more rapid fashion to produce hotter flames.

[~Emi~]

10/110 3rd post

When the crucible had been in the flames for almost five minutes, Emi decided that he would use the heat to make a larger quantity of molten iron for the remaining pieces. So he pulled it out and slowly poured the iron into the mold. He made sure that the metal would have the time to fill up the entire mold before reaching the top. It looked like he had succeeded and the orange iron stopped just below the mark. It didn't require all the molten metal, so he put the crucible back into the flames with a couple of more pieces into it. He wasn't sure how many pieces the crucible would be able to contain when they were melted, so he made sure that it still was quite a lot of room left with all of them in it before changing his focus back on the mold.

The iron slowly cooled down and as it did he removed some of the left-over metal in the shaft down to the real mold. When it become too hard for him to remove the metal using the hammer and chisel Emi put them on the desk next to the mold and began to remove the fireproof wire. The mold was quite hot and as the top layer was removed a wave of heat was launched from it. The incredible heat in the room was almost outstanding for the young boy and he kept on sweating like during a hard workout. The metal was still quite soft as he began to study it, so he put the top part back while walking out the room to take some fresh air.

The cold night-air made him shiver in cold, but it was something that was relaxing. He wasn't used to work in such a heated environment and his skin had become dried from it. Emi took a small walk around the house and as he did the rain re-moisturized him. When he walked past the backyard, he picked up a couple of small surikens that was laying there. The piece he had created looked quite similar to one of the edges of the weapon, however the metal quality and beautiful shapes covering it made the shuriken reach a whole new league than his own.

It seemed like every shuriken that he picked up was individual and none of them were even slightly similar to another. Had someone made new pattern for each and every shuriken? There were a couple of hundred shurikens on his backyard, and even though he didn't have either the time or energy to collect them all, he was impressed by the sheer work of the opponent. It inspired him to try something similar, so when his pockets were full of the shurikens, he ran back in and flinched as the heatwave hit him. He would need to open a few windows and the door up to release some of the heat, because it was getting out hand in the smithy.

The metal in the mold had frozen, so when Emi had opened up so the room was getting ventilated, he walked up to the mold and removed the top layer. To make sure that it wasn't too warm for him to hold, Emi took up the piece with a tong and put it into the bucket of water. It hissed a little before a cloud of steam erupted from the bucket. When the water had calmed down and he suspected that the iron was cold, he took it out and put it into his hand. The shape was very good and he would just need to remove some small imperfections. Some of the metal had gotten burned, but the remaining metal seemed as strong as the opponents metal.

[Father 'Suke]

+20

Technical errors from my behalf. +30

[~Emi~]

40/110 1st post

But he was satisfied with the shape of the edge, so he went to see how the remaining molten iron was doing. The iron had been caught of fire while small black dots was floating in the metal. Scared that the metal had been severely burned and would loose strength the boy took it out from the flames and blew out the fire. The iron had turned into a very runny liquid that he immediately brought to the mold. He had to take a brief moment to bind it back together before he poured the metal into the hole. A dark smoke arose from the mold and Emi feared a little that it had began to take damage or even started to burn. So he poured it down slower and hoped that it were to stop smoke.

But despite his slower pouring the smoke still came out from it. The slow pour did however help him to judge with it was time to stop a lot earlier than he had done before. So when the orange liquid came up to the limit, he checked on how it had affected the inside of the mold before putting the crucible back into the fire. The mold seemed to be rather unharmed and he wasn't sure from where the smoke was coming from. But he just would need to wait until the liquid had frozen until he would learn about it.

To be able to create the edges on a quicker pace, Emi began to make a second mold by using the first shuriken piece. The dough had become a little too hard to be used off the bat, so he put on the machine again. Apparently he had made a rookie mistake, he didn't keep the mold warm as he didn't use it. Emi swore a little as he tried the dough a couple of times while the machine was massaging in. It did however not get any better and after a while a large lump had formed itself along one of the blades. Emi had to crush the lump himself even though he began to feel like it was just hopeless.

It didn't take long before the dough proved itself to be completely ruined, so Emi took out one of the unused buckets. Since he didn't have any spare shovel he could use to scoop it out with. So he began to use his hands to remove the hard dough from the machine. He had to be careful as he easily could get caught in it which would make his arm risk of getting pushed into the blades. Since he was quite strong he never found any difficulties with removing it and when the machine finally was empty, Emi took the bucket to the outside and threw it in a large pile with dark mud. So the previous owner had difficulties with creating useful dough as well?

But as he looked on the pile he saw that there were thousands of different colors on the pile, which meant that the previous one that had thrown out mold only threw out a small amount at the same time. Emi sighed and walked back in. Hopefully he had learned something new from his failure. But he took out a water-hose and began to clean the entire machine from the remaining dough on the bottom of it. Luckily the smithy had a drainhole in which the dark liquid was running down into. He did however need to scrape off the mud from the bottom for quite some time. It was draining work and he really regretted that he hadn't thought about it.