Is it Wrong to be a Blacksmith with a certain goal in mind?
Hephaestus didn't know what to make of her new child that requested to be taken into her Familia, but what she could not deny was his drive that shone in his eyes. The young boy had been adamant to be taken in and learn the trade, to become a blacksmith and smith to his heart's content. Hephaestus would've have turned away the young lad and urged him to become an adventure, becoming a blacksmith took time and dedication along with the will to concentrate hours on end to the profession on one sword alone at one time; Key word would have, as when Hephestous tried to steer the young lad away, she only thought the kid was acting on the wish to make it big by becoming some famous blacksmith.
No. When Hephaestus was rebuked by the lad and he insisted on being taken as an apprentice to help him become a great black smith, the way the lad spoke was as if he was aiming beyond just being a great black smith. Hephaestus could see within the young lads eyes a burning passion to create something, to smith something that would have a name amongst so many weapons. While she listened to the boy gush how he had a vision in mind, of a goal he strived to do, she allowed herself a small smile of admiration for the boy's yearning to become a blacksmith. Sure, she took in blacksmiths into her familia, but very rarely was she able to teach a young one from the start.
Yes, this just might be it, the honest boredom that'd been plaguing her for sometime now, teach a young lad the inner workings on becoming a blacksmith, of how to hammer and keep the flame steady to create a work of art that is in essence a weapon to wield against the monsters that spawn within the dungeon. It was fortune for both parties involved that the boy started out young, it allowed the lad to soak up the knowledge faster and build his physic up enough to hammer and wield the heavy equipment involved with blacksmithing.
Whenever Hephaestus had enough free time, she'd drill ever more lessons into the young lad's head of how to properly smith, to watch the flames heat metal, the years she spent with the young lad felt too short in the lessons she spent with him; At one point, Hephaestus made a momentarily thought of what the future would hold for the lad, the years however past and soon enough the young boy was a man.
Hephaestus however had to step away, young Godo was no longer young, and he knew more than enough around the workshop to smith his own weapons to sell; it saddened her a bit that the years passed so soon, but it filled her heart with pride with how her Child of her familia grew into a fine blacksmith under her tutelage. She had once asked about her child's name and what it meant from his homeland, and the answer given was rather heartwarming to her. Godo was not even the lad's name, however the young lad had wanted to start a new life in Orario, thus he wanted to start with a new name; The name Godo was a name from the Boy's homeland of a hermit Blacksmith that had passed away, apparently the lad wanted to honor the man's legacy by carrying the hermit's name and become a blacksmith just like him.
Hephaestus blinked herself out of her musings and noticed her nearby candle nearly out, she frowned while she leaned her chin on her palm as she sat at her desk within her personal quarters. The goddess let out an annoyed grunt of annoyance at herself and glanced out her window to see it was a moonlit night, and back to her desk. On her desk were papers she needed to fill out for her familia's yearly documentation for the guild, she was halfway through and the papers were needed done in a few days. She smiled with mirth and got up to stretch. After a few stretches were done to get the criks out, Hephaestus smile warmly and strode out of her office to head out. The papers could be done tomorrow, it's about time she peeped in on Godo's shop and see how he was faring. Knowing him, the stubborn young man was still hammering away on some ongoing project he's been working on in his spare time.
Hephaestus stood outside her child's shop with a bemused smile, every other blacksmith on the street was closed for the night, but Godo seemed to be burning the midnight oil so to speak; the sounds of a fiery inferno, a billow blowing, and hammering could be heard from the outside, it made the goddess chuckle with mirth before she opted to head in and touch up with Godo. As she walked herself in through the front door, the bells that jingled above the door when hit jingled from her entering the premises.
Her lone visible eye took in the sight of Godo's shop, it was filled with various weapons. Hephaestus let out an amused sound from her lips as she placed her hands on her hips, it seemed business was booming for Godo. Hephaestus began to walk in further towards the sound of hammering and a blazing fire, she had to walk around the counter and around a corner wall to see Godo hunched over a massive sword while hammering into it with the focus the likes of which the Goddess hadn't seen before since the young man was a lad and took apprenticeship under her.
Hephaestus opted to standstill and watch for the moment, her eyes were captivated with how dedicated the man seemed to be in crafting the oversized sword. After several moments had passed while she watched Godo hammer away, she smirked while crossing her arms and leaned against the nearby wall. Once Godo placed the weapon in progress back into the kiln to heat it back up once more, she chose that moment to speak up. "I'm not sure you'll get a buyer for that, it seems awfully too big to wield, especially for any adventures going down into the dungeon floors." Hephaestus spoke up softly with a crinkle of amusement in her eyes.
Godo didn't turn around, but he stood up and placed his hands against his sides; her child let out a harrumph but kept his eyes on the flames and the work-in-progress sword he had put in the kiln. "This won't be an ordinary sword Hephaestus …" he grumbled out as he pushed his foot down on the nearby bellows to work the fire up, "tis be a sword unrivaled." he simply said afterwards, before adding on an afterthought. "Mark my words, the sword will find an owner, even if I'll never see it be owned in my lifetime."
Hephaestus narrowed her eyes and stormed up to Godo with a stern look in her eyes, "I'd wish you'd stop talking like that." she chastised her child as she stood beside him to look into the kiln, "what is the end product supposed to even be?" she inquired.
Godo kept his eyes on the heaping lump of iron within the kiln, the fire from the coals within the kiln licked at the red hot metal; Within Godo's eyes were the reflection of those flames, the goddess however looked up at Godo's eyes as they seemed to gain a far off look in them. "What are you even seeing that I can't see in this lump of iron you're making?" she asked softly as she looked at how focused Godo was on the sword within the kiln.
"I aim to create the Dragonslayer." Was all that Godo supplied with before he used a heated resistant blacksmith glove to pull the lump of iron out, and hefted it onto the nearby anvil. Hephaestus quirked an eyebrow whilst Godo began using his hammer to work on the enormous, "You wish to create a weapon to slay a dragon?" she asked curiously with a bit of amusement.
Godo answered Hephaestus, but never stopped hammering away. "Nay, not just a weapon to slay a dragon, THE Dragonslayer." he adamantly said with a look of conviction."
Hephaestus could only simply smile as she watched her child work away at his supposed 'magnum opus', "And what then? What'll you do when you finish your project?" she inquired.
After a few moments passed between the two with nothing but the sounds of Godo hammering away, and the flames within the kiln raging within it like an inferno, her child answered with a calm smile. "Heh, guess I'll go adventuring, can't be stuck doing this my whole life, right?" he asked with a pause in his hammering to finally look her in the eyes, he gave Hephaestus a flattering smile.
Hephastus smiled back as she leaned back against a nearby table while placing her hands down on it, "No, I suppose not, it'll do you some good to get out for once." she teased her child, prompting them both to share a chuckle before Godo hefted his project back into the kiln.