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Chapter 5.5
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NitramyFINALLY. SWORD.
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The Ironsmith's Mandate Chapter 6.1
Grief 6.1***The town church smelled of floral grief: the kind that comes dressed in the pretense of white shirts and black suits. White chrysanthemums were planted in neat rows outside. Men buttoned up their coats, what with the graying sky threatening to precipitate the day’s somber mood at any moment, while women in a mix of black dresses and white shirts clasped their hands over umbrellas in a combined gesture of condolence and anticipation of the weather. The people of San Vicente moved slowly and deliberately, in the ordered choreography of a town that knows the protocols of sorrow.Outside the church, a bench personally carved by the Maestro was an informal site of memory: it was an ordinary thing of wood and iron, but done up in such a way that it complemented the architecture of the building looming over it. The wooden parts were varnished and polished to a soft glow, inviting people to take a seat.The funeral was at 10 in the morning; Miss Salve and I had made it with seco
The Ironsmith's Mandate Chapter 5.5
Legacy 5.5***Once my eyes grew used to the blue light, the source loomed large despite its size: a sword on the bench.There was no stand, no sheath, nothing: just a piece of steel, forged into a blade that was a bit longer than my forearm, with the hilt and guard sporting a very simple design.The simplicity of its design stood in stark contrast to the fact that it was glowing with a blue light.I also put an answer to the question that had been bothering me for a couple of days: the blue light from this sword had the same hue as the light that I was apparently using in the final round of the tournament – the kind of light that drove away the darkness surrounding my opponent.It looked like it could cut anything in its way cleanly, the blade burnished and shiny, almost as if it was beckoning to me by calling forth that light.The item beside it, though, blew my mind entirely: beside the sword was an envelope: thick paper, wax-stamped, “For Maximo” written on the front in my grandfa
The Ironsmith's Mandate Chapter 5.4
Legacy 5.4***The past two days left me in a bone-weary exhaustion that paid little heed whether I held my eyes open or not. Two days of being the focal point of other people’s attention tends to do that to you: all that applause can leave your ears ringing even after they’re done praising you.Friday night, I was invited to our principal’s place for the school to recognize my victory. Day after that was the formal celebration of my seventeenth birthday.Don’t get me wrong, though: neither of them turned out bad. But true to form, they were the kinds of polite excess small towns do when the lines between personal achievement and civic recognition cross.However, under the toasts, party food, and singing – oh, there is always singing – I was still left unsettled.It started Friday night. Adrenaline aftershock, that was what Dr. Harry called it: the body refilling its reserves after being exhausted causes a rebound to occur. The parties didn’t help; being recognized school-wide despite
The Ironsmith's Mandate Chapter 5.3
Legacy 5.3***School always felt like a pressure cooker in bright colors, manufactured smiles, memorized phrases, and the constant gnaw of alienation in the chest.“Well, look who it is: the man of the hour!”I thought I was able to make a covert entrance to our classroom.Since this was the only public high school in town, year 12 had a lot of sections: Jaric and I happened to be part of the designated “jock section”, aka Principality. Nine sections, and our school principal had to have the sense of humor to name us after tiers in the angelic hierarchy.Didn’t care much about it back then, what with Grandfather already making plans for his demise even when he was still of sound mind and body.Still don’t care about it now.I mean, I could wrangle a transfer to the higher sections, but I didn’t care enough to do that – I was a good enough student anyway to have grades that would allow me to walk into any university, even with my athletic commitments.Grandfather was thorough like tha
The Ironsmith's Mandate Chapter 5.2
Legacy 1.2***I don’t know why this victory left me empty.Maybe it’s because I finally cashed the check my grandfather and Jaric asked me to.Or because whatever it was that caused me to literally smack the darkness out of North Point’s Severino Palparan had run out, leaving me standing there looking like the conquering hero, when a slight breeze could push me over.When my teammates and coaches rush the stage in embracing me in my triumph, that’s when I let go of the pretense: my arms finally start shaking, and my vision starts to sway.“You stuck it, Max!”“Knew you had it in you!”“Way to knock that sumbitch out!”As my coaches lift me into the air, I can’t help but laugh as I hear Jaric swearing.Meanwhile, Miss Salve’s dabbing at the corner of her eyes, and I caught a bit of Dr. Harry looking calculating before he continues in the celebration of my victory.Some distance away, my opponent looks just as relieved as I am… or is it him looking a bit lost, like everything that had
The Ironsmith's Mandate Chapter 5.1
Legacy 5.1***The whistle blows the point in my face like the bang of a starter pistol.One moment my left stick is a thing I own; the next it’s a wooden comet skittering across the floor and out of reach. The slap of rattan on varnish echoes, and for an instant the gym is nothing but a gap where my balance used to be. I stoop for the stick like a man trying to pick up a dropped promise, and the world says: nope, you don’t get that one back.I hear someone shout “Two-hand it!” from the sidelines. It’s not encouragement, it’s description.I plant my feet and squat like I mean it. Thank God for small mercies. The right-hand stick is all I’ve got left: they may measure the same, but they feel different.It’s no problem, really: I was born left-handed and was trained to be ambidextrous by my grandfather; it was tradition back then, but he sold it to me by saying being able to write with both hands at the same time makes for really efficient schoolwork (and a nice party trick, too).For s
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