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After five hours of work the one who slew a goddess began work on his own sword. In preparation clay from the trident was gathered. The steel was heated slowly by the demon flame until parts of the chimney cracked. Aura bathed the area as the preparations to head north continued.
When he pulled the steel out the bricks gave out and caved in. The steel itself glowed with Mycah's golden aura. After saving it from the end of his smelter, he placed it in an 8ft mold. Clay from the trident mixed with the blood of executed criminals was poured over the blade.
From that point, he pounded the blade with lightning called wrath of gods. After smearing clay on the blade to even out the temperature he began folding the steel. Gloved tentacles moved with tools evening out the blade. Each fold was compounded by strikes from the hammer. Then he quenched the blade in olive oil.
"Who are you going to get to wield it the mountain who rides?" Theon asked. Golden aura took to the blade even before it finished forging. It knew what it was doing. The blade continued to siphon aura before it was complete. Seven times he folded the blade and bathed it with demon fire and divine lightning. Each time he quenched it the blade became harder to heat. By the seventh time demon flames had no effect on it.
With the permission of Lord Rob, he used a handle carved from a wierwood branch. He hammered the handle into the blade watching as the sword took to its handle. Then he slipped it into the new weirwood sheath. He'd gotten the measurements right for once.
A pile of broken sheathes and broken handles lay along with one large weirwood limb. Many of the sword handles were made from weirwood limbs. Arya chose the moment of his triumph to wake up.
"Why am I so dirty?" Arya asked.
"That's just the waste from your body and unused essence. Congratulations, you're a legionnaire pilot rank airman. Sorry, I don't have a uniform for you right now. I don't have one myself." Mycah said.
"So, what kind of sword is that?" Arya asked. Mycah raised the sheathed weapon and felt its power radiating from it. This weapon had its own consciousness. There was so much demonic fire and divine lightning put into its creation that it was more than a sword.
"This is a masamune blade. Its built for those who can fly like myself." Mycah said.
"Will you make one for me?" Arya asked.
"Nope," She looked down dejectedly. "When you're capable of wielding one you'll make your own." She looked up confused.
"Let me see what you managed in six hours. Come on punch me." Mycah told her. Arya looked at him confused.
"Are you sure?" Arya asked.
"Hit me." She flashed forward surrounded by black qi. Her fist flashed and smashed into his gut. Arya screamed and gripped her hand. The cartilage was shattered and sticking out.
"Ah, it hurts!" Arya screamed. She turned to run when he grabbed her.
"Arya you aren't normal anymore stop blubbering and focus on the wound. Push your qi into it and will it to heal." She continued to scream and hold her ruined hand. Guards rushed out to see their young lady clutching her bleeding hand. They didn't ask questions. They charged swords raised.
Lady Stark rushed out behind them guarded. "What in the name of the seven happened?" She yelled.
Mycah watched Theon get out of the way as the guards began to close in. "Get away from her one yelled." Mycah's eyes flashed gold and the man fell to his knees before passing out.
"Arya feel for the qi within you move it to your hand and picture it healed. This is the lesson that everyone has to learn. I did it my trainer did it and his before him. You are a whole stage beyond where I was. Focus!" Mycah growled.
She looked back at him. He could only hope his words sunk in. This was really basic. If she couldn't handle this then she'd go no further. Lady Stark stopped moving and watched Arya's wound. Black qi rose from her wound and her skin began to knit itself back together. Before everyone's eyes the once ruined hand was as good as new.
"Wounds that are debilitating to others are just annoyances to us. Can you guess the other lessons from this exorcise?" He asked. She took a step back eyes on her hand. As she clenched and unclenched her hand, she looked confused.
"There is more pain to come." He shook his head.
"Keep thinking on it. I'll give you the next lesson when you figure it out. It took me a few days to get all of them." Mycah said. She nodded.
Lady Stark looked livid but also somewhat proud. "Did you know she would be able to heal from that?"
Mycah placed his hands over Arya's ears. "When I was taught the lesson, they cut my arm off. I was a stage below where she is now. It's actually why I'm good at healing." He smiled down at a pouting Arya.
"Sorry, you won't get an answer that easily." Mycah said.
"That sounds dangerous." Theon added helpfully.
"I wasn't told to heal myself. My trainer cut off my arm and left. Apparently his stabbed him in the gut. Before Arya, I cut off someone's leg. They didn't make it, so I thought something a little less life threatening was in order."
"You don't say." Theon said. "Why I thought cutting off limbs sounded like a great teaching method."
"Your starting to sound like my trainer. One in twenty recruits survived that guy. Later I found out it was due to a lack of armor and weapons. The choice was between 20,000 barely trained mixed armored green boys and making 1000 elite fighters. There weren't enough cultivation resources to go around either." Mycah muttered.
"So, this was a far safer method." Arya concluded.
"I didn't think we need to hurry that badly. A decade to reach my level isn't that long. Just reaching my level expands your longevity by 100years or more. This state is all about learning control over aura. It takes a lot to advance." Mycah said.
After that the guards returned to their posts. Arya was pouting in a corner. "So, it will take me a decade to reach your level." Arya said.
"Yea more or less. If you meditate while I'm gone, it will take less time." Mycah said.
"Where are you going?" Arya asked. "Don't we need to head to King's landing soon?"
"Yea, we do but first I'm going to retrieve your brother and uncle. I have a letter from Rob commanding them to head to winterfell for planning purposes." Mycah grinned. "Afterwards, we'll inform your father and the king about the war to come."
"What war is there a wildling army?" Arya asked.
"Probably, but there are also white walkers. Talk to Rob about it. Oh, and be careful with your strength. You're much stronger than a grown man now. If you hug your mother to tightly, you could kill her." Mycah said.
Arya's mouth was agape. "I don't feel that strong."
"Arya lift that log." Mycah turned his head to the 300lbs chunk of weirwood. She approached the log and grabbed ahold of it. She lifted it like a twig picking it up easily over her head.
"You have to be doing it for me. Are you tricking me?" Arya asked.
"Nope this is all you. It takes time to get ahold of the new strength. Just don't hurt any of your father's men by accident. Normal steel will still cut you but not easily. Remember to focus your qi on healing if your injured. Also, while you're focused on healing you won't be as strong." Mycah said.
"I think I'll be ok here in winterfell and not going on a dangerous adventure." Arya said.
"I'm just going to castle black to ruin your brother's dream of joining the night's watch. It won't take much time." Mycah argued.
"That might be dangerous. Jon won't take it well." Arya argued.
"I'll teach him what I'm teaching you then. You two can learn together." Mycah said.
"Mother won't like that." Arya said.
"You can't make everyone happy." Mycah said.
"Be safe then, what happened to the printing press?" Arya asked.
"I sent a letter to old town and they are apparently hard at work building it. I just gave them some basic instructions about a wine press, ink, and soft clay moldings. They went with it. From what the letter said." Mycah said.
"That took less than a day." Arya stated. Mycah noted that it was actually 3days.
"Amazing what happens when the demand for something is high and an easy supply become available. The idea to mix ground chicken feathers with wood pulp to make paper went well." The next action was simple. Go to old town, copy the blueprint for the printing press, and have one built in each kingdom.
"I'll be back." He told Arya.
He arrived at the Lord's study. Rob stood over his desk quickly writing letters and having Maester Luwin send them. Mycah waited for the man to look up.
"Will you teach us all what you taught Arya?" Rob asked.
"If you want to learn, then I will teach you." Mycah said. Rob nodded his head.
"You've done a lot for my family in a short time. I'm willing to betroth Arya to you. I want to bind you to be my good brother. What do you say?" Rob asked.
"Yes, but by learning what I teach you. You'll be my brother in the legion regardless. I won't teach you and your brothers in the soft ways of cultivation. You will receive peace time treatment, so long as we aren't at all-out war. These creatures won't go down easy." Rob nodded.
"Retrieve my brother and uncle. We need them. Are you certain the wall won't stop them? The wall has stood for eight thousand years." Rob said.
"I think this is the knife at our back. It let the wall push us into a sense of security. The wall never truly stopped it. If it wanted to invade us, it would. This is just another play among many, I fear. Whoever your true enemy is, he may not show his face for millennia more." Mycah said.
"We have many enemies to distract us while this one waits." Rob concluded.
"The correct play is to strike and destroy it while we aren't in another war. I'll give the night's watch a shipment of the new weapons and strike. We might as well consider everything beyond the wall an enemy resource. These nanites can hide and lay dormant until they pass the wall. Once they know we are against them, we need to strike decisively." Mycah said.
"I'll write my father and finish calling the banners. We will strike this enemy down before we are distracted. Will it truly strike now after thousands of years?" Rob asked.
"My lord we cannot know when it will be ready to strike only that it will. Can you guarantee it a better outcome to wait until its ready to strike?" Mycah asked.
"How are we going to start this? We need to convince the lords." Rob said.
"I'll find one, focus on your lords. I'll do my part." Mycah said.
Author's note. Hey things are about to pick up. Get ready. Journey to the North next chapter and a trip to king's landing. Leave a review and tell me what you think.