"Yes, but don't let your hopes high for making flying knives using this hard material take a long time, and it needs so many resources to make it," Morgan replied.
Clover, hearing his reply. Feel a bucket of water pouring his head to wash away his expectations.
"Yes, come to think of it. The antler's hardness can be compared to steel. So, how did you make it?" Clover contemplated, as he was confused, and continued asking Morgan.
"Your machete surely can't be the resource you use to cut the antler right? So how did you make it?" Morgan keeps nodding whenever Clover contemplates and asks him accurately.
"Hmm, your deduction was right. I didn't use my machete nor did I ever think of using it when I feel the quality of the antler. Thus I suddenly got enlightened. Since the earth mutated causing those who were with her to mutate also, except us, since we were not there. So I explore the forest to find some materials to use.
So I was exploring this area, and that's when I noticed that there was a stone on the riverside glowing. So I pick it up, and that's when I feel the uniqueness of the stone." Then Morgan grabs something in his pocket and shows it to Clover.
Clover who saw what was on his hands was awestruck. The stone was really glowing and its structure resembles a brick, and when he touched it as he was curious. The texture was fine and had a high hardness. It reminded him of a stone that was used to sharpen the edge of the knife.
Connecting the dot, he now knows that this material was similar to the materials that were used to sharpen the tip and the edge of the flying knife.
But there was still missing, so he asked Morgan about it.
"Then, what material did you use to cut the antler into segments? Given that, you will not use the machete, since its durability can't handle the antler?"
Morgan ignored his question and made a follow him gesture. Turning his back, he walks to where he was doing his work earlier.
Clover looks at Morgan and closes his eyes to feel if his body was already rested enough and has the energy to walk. So he follows Morgan.
…..
Moment after. Morgan was currently holding the head of the deer with both of his hands.
Before him, was a small boulder that was not taller than him, for it was only on his waist level, but it was bigger than him.
He slowly raises the deer's head above his head and checks if the antler that was sticking out on its forehead was pointing at the boulder.
Confirming that everything is ready. He slowly takes a breath until veins pop out on his forehead and slapped the antler to the boulder.
Boom
The antler points were removed from their beam and were flying everywhere. Morgan already protected his head by making a crouch position. Clover also instinctively mimicked his positioned and was currently hit by the debris of the antler.
Hearing the silence. Morgan slowly poked out his eyes and confirmed that everything was alright. He then looked to the boulder and shouted to Clover, gaining his attention. His sight was on the boulder, and seeing it, Clover also looked at the boulder.
Clover was astonished, while Morgan didn't show any expression from the moment the antler and the boulder collided. He was investigating if something strange would happen to the boulder. Seeing nothing happen, he explained to Clover what he did.
"This boulder I found is very tough and sturdy. At first, I treated it as a chair when I'm checking the antler on the deer's forehead. So when I think that maybe this boulder was also refined by Earth's evolution.
So I smash the antler to the boulder lightly, and it indeed confirms my guesses. Only one antler point was pulled out from the beam, though. So I take out that strange stone and continue to shape the antler points, into a knife. Sadly it took me many hours to shape it, for without heating it, it's difficult to shape it. So it took a toll of time just to make a flying knife." Morgan said.
He then points his hand to those antler points, which were pulled out from the deer's forehead from the collision.
"I will teach you how to make a flying knife, so treat it as a form of training." Morgan then handed the glowing stone to Clover.
Clover accepts it without making a fuss. Seeing this Morgan was satisfied.
"By the way, what do you call on this glowing stone?" Clover asked as he was curiously looking at the glowing stone.
"Just call it whetstone," Morgan replied with nonchalance. The whetstone was a stone used for sharpening a knife in the modern era, and he didn't have the intention of adding some fancy words to that stone since its use was no different from a whetstone.
…..
Grind Grind Grind….
A constant grinding sound could be heard through the forest. The source was a young man sitting on the ground while in front of him was a boulder and a deer's head at the top of it.
He was in the middle of something important, as he was attentively working with his hands. On his hands was an antler point that was slowly shaping into a knife. He was grinding the knife to the whetstone that was lying on the boulder.
It has already been three hours since he was doing this.
Sun was about to set, and the cold wind was slowly breezing through the forest. Morgan was fishing in the river through the fishing pole he made. A fish was wiggling its body to escape from the machete's grasp that was stuck by the fishing pole.
After placing the dead fish on his waist, he walks to Clover.
Clover, after testing the sharpness of the tip of the flying knives. He then throws it on his side that was also had many knives.
"Sheesh, imagine, relentless push and pull of my shoulder, making it so stiff." Clover whispery complained.
"That's what you get for not masturb*ting." Morgan snorted. He didn't hear what he said for his voice was low, but seeing Clover massaging his shoulder, could only leave on a conclusion.
Testing the surface of the water, he asked.
"Huh? Was masturb*ting really that tiring?" Clover showed a dumb stricken expression. He couldn't believe masturb*ting was that tiring. He's already eighteen, but he's not into that kind of stuff, so he doesn't have any knowledge regarding it.
Confirming his guess, Morgan couldn't help but laugh. Though he rarely laughs, he admits that this kid was so funny. 'Still not engaging masturb*ting just once with his age?' He couldn't help but laugh at this thought.
Shaking his head to erase these thoughts. He focuses on the flying knives on Clover's side.
"Five flying knives, hmm. Okay, that's enough. Pick a leaf on some trees to cover the handle. After that, just leave the deer's head there, and we will eat later on." Morgan said.
Seeing that the night was about to arrive. They need to eat early for using fire at night can only attract some dangerous beasts.
Thus, without wasting more time. Morgan proceeds to their area.