I came out of my bathroom, looking refreshed.
'I failed again; why is it difficult to create this sword?'
The combination of soft and hard skills hadn't come easy. A sword that can change shape but always remain relevant as a killer weapon was a different class of weapon.
I sat on my seat before my desk with a long technical design of a scimitar and chakram. I mused about how best to set it up.
'For three days now, I've been casting different weapons to get hands-on experience with weapon creation.' I reflected.
'I must find the right fit to help the sword transform from one to another. And why is that ghost, gods-mind, not responding to me? Is he sick? But that will be an irony for a ghost such as him to be sick.'
After looking at the design, I went to sleep.
...
"Hello, Lin Yun."
"Hello, benefactor. What may I do for you? Are you unsatisfied with the identity solution, which I help you sort out?"
