[You gross bastard...]
Jane was more or less used to working with flesh at this point. However, he had never made a quality weapon out of it. His spear used to destroy religious bases was crudely made, and he would never have wielded it outside of that context. Even ignoring how finnicky of a material bone was, Jane simply had no skill with it at all.
'The uh, it should look like this? It has a grip of leather, right?'
[We went to war to stop barbarians who used human leather. Now, hundreds of years later, the practice has been revived. What a travesty.]
He decided not to use his own skin to make the handle. Instead, he would roughen the surface of the resulting structure.
'I might really be a blacksmith.'
Jane looked down at the softly bleeding mass of flesh in front of him. Strong lights were illuminating it from all sides, causing the dense bone to become visible. The obstruction in the light formed the vague outline of a sword. Jane manifested a scalpel of ice, and began cutting his sword out of it's mold.
[You... Ah ha ha!]
Structural imperfections caused the wings of the hilt to break off the moment they left the soft flesh. Since he had not sharpened the "sword" at all, the part which was intended to be a blade ended up looking more like a bludgeon. Disappointment and derision mixed in his mind, and he couldn't help but laugh.
'I have to sharpen it. It'll be fixed after I sharpen it.'
[Sure, sure...]
After reconfirming the area which was meant to become a grip, Jane began shaving the blade with his scalpel. He was aiming to achieve a certain level of sharpness, but a razor edge was not necessary. The broken crossguard was abandoned, too, since Jane had no intentions of engaging in proper swordplay.
[You have my memories, so why is your sense of aesthetic so bad?]
Soon enough, the hunk of bone took a recognizable shape. It was essentially a massively elongated utility knife, with no guard and a straight form. Only one side was bladed, and the other was lined with a small amount of flesh. Jane figured it would be able to regenerate the blade as needed. The hilt was stained deeply by the blood of the mold, but hatches carved into it for grip drew white lines across it's surface. It was almost as tall as Jane was originally, but the perfect size for his current body.
'I've realized something.'
[What?]
'I need more soul cores. There's no way this weapon can hold up without using magic to strengthen it.'
[You're going to use precious soul cores on something this badly designed... It's cool... What?]
Jane gripped the handle and swung it around a bit. Even though he wasn't using much strengthening on his own body, it still creaked and swayed when he tested it. He balanced the sword between the hilt and blade using a single finger, then began skillfully twirling it around. As it spun, it whipped through the air and ended up slicing straight through his carotid.
'Shit... At least the blade is sharp.'
[Dumbass.]
While thinking of what exactly his blade was meant to do, Jane decided to cut holes in it. He reinforced the whole thing, then excluded circles along it's width. From tip to handle, the entire blade had holes punched out of it's structure. When picking it up again, Jane found it much lighter and easier to swing around.
'Anyways, how did I get those eyes?'
[What, do you think the only way of doing magic is with engravings and shaping mana? Think about it for a second.]
'God, I really sound like my teacher...'
Jane stuck his sword into the ground, and leaned on it while thinking.
'No matter what, one must form runes to have the effects of magic. Yes, when boiled down, magic is fundamentally just putting mana in the shape of a rune. If I imbued my entire body with mana and then made a shape, it would... Wait.'
[Exactly.]
Jane had to process the magnitude of his findings for a moment. As it turned out, magic could be activated completely passively, and without sacrificing one's mana permanently. All one had to do was imbue it in the correct shape, or imbue it into a tool of that shape. In fact, the former was what Jane used to reinforce himself and other objects. Jane looked down at his sword.
'Then, it's possible.'
[How? Clarity will be difficult when your sword must be sturdy. Also, why not just cast runes directly onto it instead of shaping the material itself?]
'For fun.'
With that slightly scary sounding statement aside, Jane mentally examined his runes.
'"Reinforce Material" is continuous.'
Since the rune was one uninterrupted shape, it was possible to make it into one physical piece. Jane hollowed out the hilt of the sword, and got to work with the core he excavated. He chopped it up into tiny portions, and then cast 'Reinforce Material' in a zone of it's own shape within each chunk. Then, he shaved off all of the excess, leaving behind tiny runes made of bone.
Satisfied with their construction, Jane placed them back into the hollow hilt, and used a bit of flesh to seal the opening. Now, when he swung the sword, there was a little rattling sound. Annoyed, Jane repeated the entire process, this time adding a weak negated 'Force' rune to avoid any sounds.
'It's done.'
Jane held the sword by it's handle, and infused mana into it. Without any conscious effort, the sword became durable beyond belief. Jane held it above his head, and then brought the flat of the blade down upon his knee. In the forest, the sound of something breaking was heard.
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'Why are knees so complicated? That took ages to fix.'
[And you're trying to modify your eyes with that kind of talent? Come on.]
'That isn't why I'm unable to, though.'
To both his and Vanessa's knowledge, there was no way to create the same effect as her eyes with the knowledge they currently possessed. As such, they needed to find whoever modified them in order to be able to do it themselves.
'I have to be able to read those memories.'
[You don't have to.]
A brief image flashed through Jane's mind. Yes, it was at this place on the map, 319 merds from here, 192 merds from there, and needed to be destroyed at all costs. There was someone who looked back upon this place, from just outside, from hundreds, even thousands of merds away. That person would never forget what had happened.
'Oh shit. I'm dead if I go there.'
Jane thought that, but he had already began walking. He picked up his sword, and trudged through the forest.
'There are things I cannot compete with.'
Jane thought that, but he had already broken into a sprint.
[But you have to do it.]
As he thought that, the nascent form of 'Cross Distance' began to take shape under his feet. From his position, it was aimed 6031 merds and 87 degrees clockwise from the moon in the sky, right into the middle of his mental map. It would teleport him a few dozen merds away from the Royal Capital, the Paragon of Magic, and where the noblest and most powerful of all mages resided. It was the home of the King of Mages.