Hello there (General Kenobi!), Enmity Times, was a time till this chapter and the previous, huh? Well, I really want coffee, and sadly, I have no coffee… Well, just like I said before. Now we get a Time Skip. The chapter begins now.
Some years have passed. Living with Bras, Sienna and her fellow wannabe Alice are good. Sien-, ops, "her father", Topaz Khan. Another Huntsman, just like Bras.
'Shit, Hunters live a better life than the series ever dared to show!'
Shouting in her mind, she rolled her eyes. Four long years in this new body, and no insight about "the friends" made while she was making the profile. This outraged her, the hell this guys are doing?
"Kin… can you bring me some gears? Medium-size, made of steel." Getting up, she walked to a box in the back of the workshop. Now she is an eight-year old girl. Ad can carry a box full of steel-gears of the size of her palm.
Her status would be true good, or aura is more useful than she thinks it should.
"Here." Putting the box with gears at the side of his workbench.
"Hm… little girl, you have been my pupil for almost four years now… And you take the whole forgin' things serious for a four years old…" Roland scratched his beard, choosing carefully his next words. "Are you certain that ya don't wanna forge a weapon by yourself?"
"I am eight years old…" She stared at the man, who gave a good and loud laugh, as he selected the right gears to the weapon he is creating.
"Wait two more years, and you can take your license to carry weapons in Vacuo." For a moment, the poker face of the Wolf-faunus vanished, with ten years you can carry weapons in Vacuo!? This place is hell, no wonder that the show never talked about the god-forsaken place.
The man continued to work on the weapon, not even bathing an eye on her, as if we worked so naturally like breath. "And if you attend a preparatory school to be a huntsman, you will make your weapon more or less with eleven or twelve."
A good point, yet she doesn't feel in the right to make a weapon, not yet anyways. "Yeah, maybe in the future, but now, I don't feel right in making a weapon."
"How eloquently for a child. Kids nowadays. But, Bras asked me to make you a weapon, she will train you in the way of the huntsmen and huntresses. That's why I asked if you wanted to make a weapon. But if you don't, then I'm making your weapon."
"You're making it right now, don't you?"
"Yeah, I am."
"You and her are insufferable people… At least, what is my weapon? And I'll probably change her when I am older." She said, showing her tongue to the old man, who bluntly ignored her.
"What type of sword do you like? Bras said to make a sword for ya, and a weapon too. I'm working in the mechanisms, unless your name is 'Bras Khan', I doubt ya want a weapon too big for you." In a not commun event, Kin widened her eyes, the old and playful Blacksmith mockering someone in a teasing tone. Hell, she wanted a scroll in moments like these.
"A sword-"
"What type of sword?"
"A short-sword."
"And the weapon?"
"Something that I don't have to aim too much, and that has a good suppression fire."
"Not very exigent, huh?" Honestly, her Vision has kinda crap. Or better, become crap, in her first two years in this new body? 20/20, now? Her vision became more alike to what she had in her original life.
"I have some good ideas. Well, your turn will end soon. And Bras will love to tell you the surprise." Smirking, the Blacksmith continued to work on the mecha-shift mechanism, the bastard spoiled the "surprise" on purpose!
"If she kills me, I will make sure she'll drag you along too…"
With a ringing bell, one person entered the shop and blacksmith, Makura walked out, preparing to attend the new customer. But…
"Mom! Uncle Roland said you will train me! And you ordered a weapon for me! I am so happy!" Jumping and hugging the waist of her "mother", the girl made sure that Roland would be dragged along with her to the oblivion.
Another short chapter, but as I said, a timeskip of four years here. This chapter is a bridge one to joint one part of the story with another, so here is it. What do your guys think? And I want a cup of coffee. Well, I probably and almost sure committed errors here and there, so, I'm sorry. Til next time.