Fallen Guardian: The Last Shadow - CHAPTER-1
‘Tink Tink Tink’
The sound of a red lump of iron being hit by a hammer, sweat pouring down on the hot iron, which was getting one step ahead to becoming a fully fledged sword with every strong strike of the blacksmith. This sound was coming from the best sword selling shop in this small city, ‘Areon’.
Even though it was the best shop, there were only two men forging the swords in the shop. Many tried but failed to get the job here, even though they held up a sign saying ‘Looking for a Job as a smith..?’.
That was when he appeared, a man in a dark clothing who was starving to death. He entered the shop and walked towards the middle aged woman who was looking after the shop.
“The label out in the front says you got a job.”
“Yes, we do, but getting a job here is very hard. Many have tried and failed.” She sighed as she recounted and declared that he was the 17th man who came here since the last week for the job.
“Why is it hard to get a job here?” The man asked without any hints of backing down.
“It’s because my husband and son won’t let you work here unless they approve of your strength and skills.” The woman answered as she sighed.
“Then I will prove myself, what am I supposed to do?”
“Follow me.” The women led him to the master-smith, her husband. “Honey, we have another person who wants to test his luck for our shop.”
The middle aged man suddenly stopped in his tracks and put the lump of iron he was hammering away.
“You want to test your luck ha…alright then.” The master-smith stood up immediately and placed a hammer in the visitor’s hand. He signaled him to hit the lump of red burning iron.
The man gripped the hammer and swung it back to hit the iron. ‘THUD!!’ It wasn’t the sound of the iron being hit, but of him collapsing.
——- TWO HOURS LATER ——-
The man in the dark shrouds woke up to see three people in front of him, discussing what to do about him.
“What happened?! Nothing much, you just collapsed in my shop!!!” The master-smith was very pissed off and went on a full on rage mode.
“Knock it off Dad, he just woke up.” A teenager no more than 18 years spoke, he was the son of the master-smith. “How are you feeling?”
“I am okay, thank you. I might have collapsed due to hunger. I am sorry, I dragged you into helping me.” The man said with remorse.
“Come, I have some leftovers from our lunch, we can’t just leave you to die in front of us.” The middle aged woman spoke.
He followed her and as soon as he finished eating, they heard the man say, “Thank you for the food. I want to try my luck once more, please.”
The master-smith hearing his firm words led him further inside, placed a hammer in his hand and a scalding block of iron in front of him. He swung the hammer back to increase the impact caused and in the next moment, the hammer landed on the red iron.
“What the hell just happened!?” The master-smith widened his eyes as he roared. He wasn’t able to see him swing the hammer, he only saw him swinging it back. The iron which got hit was instantly thumped down to the thickness of a sheet of paper. The whole family of the smith watched in awe.
The master-smith had only a few words to say, “Hey son, remove the label saying ‘we got a job’.”
He had only two words for the man in front of him, “You’re hired.”
“Then can we talk about what I get paid?” He asked.
“Okay then, what do you want ?” The master-smith seemed eager to know his demands and if he could afford it, but what he was asked as payment astounded him.
“Just some food to survive, a place to sleep and give me some money every now and then if you think I did a good job.”
The master-smith guessed that he had quite a story tell as he nodded in agreement.
The master-smith suddenly realized that he skipped their introductions. “I am sorry for the late introductions, my name is Ryu Takahashi, this is my wife, Lia Takahashi and our only son, Ken Takahashi and I agree to your request, you can stay here with us. So, what’s your name?”
The man in black slowly spoke “I am going to be honest, I don’t use my name anymore, I’m not who I used to be, so please call me whatever you want to.”
Ryu decided not to pry, he would normally suspect a shady character such as him but his instincts told him that he didn’t need to. “Alright then, we’ll call you Shin, short for Shinigami, ‘cause you look like the god of death in those clothes.”
Shin nodded in agreement as he smirked internally.
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