Romans & histoires The Armourer

Something that had been waiting for the system to break. A man stepped out of the shadow. He wore a suit of armor made of nothingness, and his eyes were voids. "You did a great job," the man said. "Now, stand aside. It is my turn to play."

This was it. "I told you, '"Tony". I would take down every kingdom in this damned country, even if it was the last thing I ever did." He stepped out from the forest that had hidden him before. He wore a massive coat that trailed down to the ground. His armour was shiny and blue, clearly hand crafted. His hair was in a long braid behind him, and his glasses sat low on his nose. The sword he held was sharp and intimidating. But this wouldn't make Anthony back out. He was too far in.

“Unless I wear a sweater, he’s going to know I’m wearing this.” “Let him know,” Archer says. “He knows you are injured. He knows we are protective. He would suspect if we let you face him without some sort of protection.” “Are you serious?” I ask. His steady gaze and deepening frown let me know that he 100% is. “Okay,” I say. He hands me the bulky armor. I’m not shy in front of Archer, so I pull of my shirt and tug on the tank top I’m planning on wearing. Then I put the armor on top. Archer comes closer and helps me fasten it.

Ancient armor adorns their bodies, the armor looking to be made out of pure gold. At the front of the army stands a lone warrior carrying twin sickles in his hands, with a pair of sai weapons made out of gold strapped at his waist that look like mini pitchforks. His body is covered head to toe with armor, a mummy’s wrapping wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl an old woman would use to keep warm.

I had the best guards and he had the witches, we just had to make sure we were able to thwart their plans before it got to us and make the best decisions while we still had the time. I had opted for a blitzkrieg of an attack, one that they wouldn't be able to deal with before they were all caught up in the fray, and I knew damn well that before he knew what was happening, he would be long gone, together with the terrorists he worked with. I carefully put on my armour, admiring the metallic plates and the engraved objects in it. It was one that was passed down to me by my father, and as I fattened each piece of it, I felt a deep connection to the warriors that had worn it before me.

"General, we're surrounded." A soldier with a bullet wound in his leg dragged himself to walk towards the place where the war general of Ans De Lou Kingdom was preparing his weapons. The soldier who was staggering as he walked was no longer wearing his head armour or any other body armour. That made the war general glare angrily at him, "What have you done? Where is your armour?" The soldier of the first class could only grimace in pain and replied, "It's unusable, too many bullet wounds."

In the morning bright light, in between stolen mouthfuls of fruit-ladened bread and herbal tea, we prepared for the day our own way, by preparing our armour and weapons. My armour had not seen active use for over a decade and I tsked over the stiffness of the leather. “I need new armour,” I complained. “And new weapons.” “That can be arranged, but not on short notice,” he replied as he helped me with the buckles of my armour. “I also need to take on some new pages and squires,” I sighed. “Not that you aren’t doing a great job…” I sent him a grin and he chuckled.

The Armory was called The Unbreakable Anvil or the Anvil for short. It wasn't the only blacksmith shop in the Capital, but it was the most famous and the only one set in the South District. The nobles made sure that the commoners wouldn't be armed. It was a law that they couldn't wield weapons. Only those permitted by the Emperor were allowed. I was a lucky exception. Nobles were also another exception. The leaders needed to protect themselves. At least that's what they told themselves.

His eyes widened. “Lady Ashina?” He wiped his hands on his apron. “What brings you here at this hour?” “I need an armour,” I said simply. “A new weapon as well.” Clement hesitated. “For… a mission?” “For war.” Understanding shone through his eyes. Without another word, he led me deeper into the armoury. I ran my fingers over the hilts of swords, the weight of daggers and the polished steel of shields. I needed something that felt right—something that belonged to me.

“Second, our speediest team of jolfrs shall take you wherever you wish to go, at the time most convenient to you. And you have my word that you shall reach the abode of this Sir Babor the soonest possible.” Again, more cheers. “Finally, we shall be happy to extend the services of our expert blacksmith. I have just the person in mind. He’s well-acquainted with the exquisite metal-work and fire application of the west. In fact, he supplies most of the blue Slayers’ suits. It will normally take…” The assistant held three fingers up. “…three days for such a hero-worthy armor to be ready, but we shall try our utmost and pour our hearts to the task.”