Chapter 371: Blade of the Ruined King
On the other side.
Kazan arrived at the best blacksmith shop in the Kingdom of the Vale.
Heard that five years ago, this was still an unknown small blacksmith shop.
But the old man of this blacksmith shop graduated early from the Pokémon Academy five years ago and took away a Tepig.
Since then.
He used the ideas learned from Teacher (Will) and the power of Tepig to embark on a different path of forging.
And this small blacksmith shop has grown stronger and stronger in just five years.
Today.
It is already the most famous blacksmith shop in the entire western continent, and even the entire Unova land.
The reason Kazan came here.
Has to start from that summer five years ago.
Kazan fell asleep in class for the 100th time.
Teacher was angry.
But Kazan really couldn't control himself.
Helplessly, Teacher set a test for him.
Within 10 minutes.
Teacher would throw 300 Aura Spheres.
Dodge or defend.
As long as he could still stand after 10 minutes, Kazan could skip class in the future, focus on the path of combat, and only learn what he wanted to learn.
But the chance to accept this test was only once.
Before that.
If Kazan slept in class once, he would be beaten once.
10 minutes, 300 spheres.
Equivalent to one Aura Sphere shooting at him every two seconds. Is this a test humans can pass?
Let alone humans, even Pokémon might not pass, right?
A year ago.
After being beaten for the 300th time, Kazan accepted the test.
The final result of course failed to pass.
But he also received Teacher's praise.
300 Aura Spheres, physically resisted 8, dodged 94, but finally fell down.
Onlookers Dresa and Rami were jaw-dropped.
In their view, Kazan being able to achieve this extent had already surpassed any human they had seen.
But Kazan was still very frustrated and unwilling.
The gap between him and the goal set by Teacher was really too big!
Kazan knew, every time Teacher beat him, it was training his ability to withstand blows and dodging ability.
But four years, nearly a thousand beatings, still unable to pass the test!
He was too failed!
Until.
Kazan saw the look of "shock" in Teacher's eyes for the first time.
Only then did he realize that he had actually exceeded the requirements in Teacher's heart for him.
His depression and dejection dissipated instantly.
That day.
Was the proudest day of Kazan's life.
The shock in Teacher's eyes was the highest glory in his heart.
Father King hadn't done anything to shock Teacher.
Brother hadn't received such a look from Teacher either.
Only him.
This confirmed to Kazan that he must be the most special human in this world!
And the most special Pokémon, that must be Teacher!
That day.
Teacher promised to give him a gift, letting him think about what he wanted.
Kazan thought for a long time before saying he wanted the "Blade of the Ruined King."
Teacher frowned and considered for a long time, then entered the palace to meet Father King.
That night.
Father King was furious, rebuking Kazan for being extravagant and losing ambition by indulging in playthings. An inexplicable scolding made Kazan confused and aggrieved in his heart.
But Teacher stood up immediately.
While using Aura Power to soothe Father King's emotions, he explained this was the gift he promised to give him.
And Teacher said, if he gave, of course he had to give the best.
Father King heard this.
Only then let Kazan go.
But later, Father King still often scolded Kazan.
Because he couldn't bear to scold Teacher, so he scolded Kazan.
Kazan was also speechless.
But looked forward even more to what kind of sword Teacher would give him.
What material was the sword made of that would make Father King so angry.
A few days ago.
Teacher told him he could go to the best blacksmith shop in the city today.
The weapon prepared for him was ready.
So on this one day of rest every month.
Kazan rushed here non-stop as soon as he left Dragonspiral Tower.
Pushing the door into the blacksmith shop.
A wave of hot air rushed to his face.
But Kazan didn't even frown, striding into it.
Clang!
Clang!
Sounds of iron collision came from everywhere in the blacksmith shop.
Kazan looked around, gaze gathering on an old man with a goatee in the deepest part.
The old man sat on a bench.
In front of him was an Emboar three meters tall.
Swish!
Saw Emboar raise his huge arm high, fist suddenly igniting raging fire.
Then hammered heavily on the iron in front.
Bang!
Huge sound drowned out all other sounds in the blacksmith shop.
Just this one hit.
A rectangular iron block was flattened a piece.
Fire and Fighting type Pokémon are very good at forging weapons in the blacksmith shop.
Especially Emboar, this Fire plus Fighting type Pokémon with potential in physical attack.
Simply a genius in the forging world!
Kazan didn't understand forging; he wasn't as knowledgeable as his brother, dabbling in all sorts of messy things.
But he understood Pokémon very well.
Because Pokémon is also a power that can be mastered.
And a quite powerful power.
Teacher often said.
The future must belong to trainers.
Only those recognized and fully assisted by Pokémon can stand at the apex of this world.
Just being strong oneself cannot unify the future Unova continent.
Although Kazan was unwilling in his heart, he firmly believed Teacher's words.
So.
To complete his ambition, he wants to understand all powers in this world.
Pokémon is the most important part of it.
"Your Highness Second Prince."
That old man noticed the visitor.
Got up hurriedly to welcome.
"Mm."
Kazan nodded quietly, then continued,
"State Preceptor asked me to come get a sword."
"Oh! Please follow me."
The old man's eyes lit up suddenly, then turned and led Kazan towards the inner room.
At this time Kazan discovered.
Turns out the blacksmith shop has an even inner room.
But this inner room is very quiet.
Seems no one is allowed to enter usually.
At the moment of stepping into the inner room.
Kazan paused abruptly on the spot, his jaw dropping uncontrollably, eyes staring fixedly at that dark blue giant sword erected in the center of the room.
The styling of the giant sword was quite exaggerated, making people wonder if this was a killing weapon or a piece of art.
The length of the entire sword was fully 1.6 meters, simply could be used as a spear.
"Haa... haa..."
Kazan's breathing became heavy; seeing this sword, he seemed to forget the rhythm of his breathing.
The dark gloom emitted from the giant sword was so tempting in his eyes.
"This is the giant sword Lord State Preceptor asked me to forge half a year ago, [Blade of the Ruined King]."
The old man stroked his beard.
His eyes looked at that giant sword, eyes also unstoppable amazement.
No matter how many times he looked, he would feel shocked.
This sword.
Is simply a piece of art.
If not for State Preceptor providing materials and drawings for him, he wouldn't be able to forge such a legendary weapon in his life.
But the old man couldn't help feeling regret in his heart.
In his opinion.
In this world, there is no person who can master this weapon.
As a sword, it is really too huge.
There shouldn't be anyone in this world who can perfectly master this weapon.
"Do you know who its future master is?"
Kazan looked at this sword, closed his mouth, corners of his mouth gradually rising.
"Oh? Your Highness Second Prince knows?"
The old man looked curiously at Kazan beside him.
To be honest.
He was really curious.
Who did State Preceptor ask him to forge such a giant sword for?
Couldn't be for State Preceptor himself to use, right?
Saying something disrespectful, State Preceptor holding the sword vertically could prop himself up; feet and even tail might not touch the ground.
"Of course it's me."
Kazan left this sentence, impatiently walking forward.
Arriving beside the Blade of the Ruined King.
Kazan extended a hand, grabbed the hilt, wanting to pull it up.
However, couldn't pull it out even with a red face.
He was unconvinced.
Extended another hand.
"Your Highness, the vast majority of this sword is made of Dusk Stone; that is a quite heavy ore. You might..."
The old man spoke hurriedly intending to dissuade Kazan.
Half a year ago.
When State Preceptor came to the door holding five big boxes of Dusk Stones, he was also very confused.
Can this kind of stone really be forged into a weapon?
This was the subconscious thought in his mind.
But thinking of State Preceptor's wisdom and ability, the old man found the answer immediately—Yes.
State Preceptor said it works.
Then it must work.
In this half year, the old man failed many times, wasting countless Dusk Stones.
This made him very heartbroken and ashamed.
This beautiful gem is quite precious; obtained by State Preceptor in a small vein discovered accidentally when leading troops to war back then, just this much.
These five big boxes were almost the entire Dusk Stone stock of the Kingdom of the Vale.
Every failure he felt his heart bleeding.
But fortunately, finally succeeded.
Only he, as the forger, knew how heavy this sword was.
Usually even had to rely on Emboar to lift it up to move position.
How could His Highness Second Prince move it?
Clang.
A sound that made consciousness suddenly clear rang out.
The old man stared blankly ahead, seeing Kazan actually lifted that giant sword up.
"Phew... what did you say?"
Kazan gripped the hilt with both hands, turning to look at the old man behind him.
His gaze contained a wisp of ferocity.
Just now.
This guy actually thought he couldn't lift his own weapon?!
Damn it!
Since Teacher let him come to get this sword, then it must be because Teacher thought he could definitely lift it.
Is this old thing looking down on the future King of the Vale?
Or looking down on the Teacher of the Emperor of this land in the future?!!
"Nothing, Your Highness is truly infinitely powerful, worthy of being Lord State Preceptor's favorite student!"
The old man bowed hurriedly, lowering his head in panic.
He really didn't expect.
A thirteen-year-old boy could lift such a heavy sword.
And...
His Highness Second Prince's temper seems indeed relatively irascible.
Those rumors in the army are really not groundless.
"Hmph."
Kazan snorted coldly.
The old man's last sentence dissipated his anger a lot.
That's right.
He, is Teacher's favorite student.
"Your Highness, we also made a scabbard for this sword..."
"Don't need it."
Kazan carried the sword on his shoulder, walking towards the door.
Blade of the Ruined King.
No scabbard.
Because nothing can trap this sword.
Just like no one can stop him from becoming King.
Walking out of the blacksmith shop.
Countless people cast surprised glances.
Watching Kazan and the giant sword he carried, they couldn't help showing shock and awe.
Kazan walked in the crowd, a smile always hanging on his face.
Yes.
This is what he wants.
Everyone, must look at him with this kind of gaze.
"Whatever lives... serves."
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