Chiron continued looking around the shop and the never giving up sales boy followed him around. Many of the swords here were beautiful. In fact, one could say there sparkled like stars on earth. But in Chiron's eyes, all that glory was nothing but mud and sparkles.
He was slowly starting to get tired of looking at them. He turned to the sales boy following him, "Is this all you have in your shop?"
Those words surprised the sales boy. In his own opinion, the swords here were the very best. In fact, many of them could later become legendary in the clan.
But from the look he saw in Chiron's eyes, he knew that this boy in front of him was really not impressed with what he was seeing. However, this was indeed all they had to offer.
The moment news went out that the new batch of clan cultivators were going out to look for swords, All the blacksmiths brought out their stock. After all, what use was a good sword if it could not be used?
All that would remain would be for the sword to enjoy the store until it rusted and became useless. This was something every blacksmith knew.
Therefore, no matter the attachment the blacksmith had to the sword after its making, there was no choice but to let it go.
The sales boy looked at Chiron for a while and the look in Chiron's eyes after the question was asked made him a bit speechless.
"erm... erm..." the sales boy stammered.
Chiron was barely ten years of age and the sales boy sixteen, but when Chiron stared at him, he could not help but break eye contact every time.
Chiron's gaze made him feel like an antelope in the sight of a hungry lion.
As the sales boy stammered, there was suddenly a disruption behind that stole Chiron's attention.
"I said you should get out of this place. We don't need such useless materials here." Another sales boy chased away a young girl. From the looks of her clothes, she was homeless. However, she still pleaded with the sales boy again and again.
Such situations were never new. Anywhere with the opportunity to make money always came with beggars. Naturally, the marketplace was a strong abode for such people.
The market, meaning any market. Including but not restricted to the Blacksmith market.
Normally, such an event would not even catch Chiron's attention. It was not a new thing to see people beg for money. However, it was the substance in her hand that truly stole his attention.
At first glance, he was not exactly sure of it. But the more he looked, the more astounded he was.
Chiron turned to the sales boy with him, "What is happening there?"
"Dear customer, please don't trouble yourself with such insignificant matters."
Chiron gave the Sales boy a questioning gaze and he coughed awkwardly as he explained.
"That is Blacksmith Ganja's daughter. She comes here every now and then to try and sell us meteorite Ore. However, we are not interested."
Chiron could not help but look at the sales boy weirdly. In his own opinion, he did not understand why the Blacksmith of the shop did not want the Meteorite ore. But as the Sales boy explained, he nodded in understanding.
What happened was that many years ago, Blacksmith Ganja was the most famous Blacksmith of all time. He was so good that cultivators from other clans would make the journey to visit him to make swords for them. He had orders for a new sword coming in from all corners every day.
He was even selective about the clients he would take and the ones he was not at all interested in. Even though this made the cultivators angry, it only increased his value and worth. On top of that, no one wanted to mess with him because of his incredible influence with strong cultivators.
Many of which he had forged weapons for in the past.
However, Ganja had one sole obsession he tried his entire life to reach. And that was to create the greatest of all forging techniques, and hammer the greatest sword ever made.
This was his lifelong dream. It was something he would not mind killing or even dying for. However, no matter how much he tried, he never reached this pinnacle of forging.
Then one day, a rumor came along that a large meteorite rock was found by the side of Mount Chikit which was the dormant volcano of the clan.
On hearing this news, Ganja himself rushed to the site. In his own opinion, this was the material he needed to not only make the greatest sword of his career, but to also help him temper himself and his mind to make the greatest forging technique of all time.
It was later discovered that the search for this meteorite rock was the reason Ganja moved to this clan in the first place.
Unfortunately, the site of the meteorite deposit belonged to a particular elder of the clan. It belonged to Elder Fatso.
As far as Elder fatso was concerned, the meteorite deposit was useless. It was land that nothing could grow or reared on. However, he heard of Ganja's enthusiasm for it.
After Ganja pleaded with him many times to sell it to him, Elder Fatso finally agreed. But the cost of the meteorite deposit caused Ganja all the wealth he had ever had.
However, he did not care. How could he? He was about to achieve his greatest dream. There was also the fact that he could potentially create the greatest forging technique along with the greatest sword.
He did not care, Or rather, he could not care.
However, things did not end up like he thought they would.
Days turned to months and months evolved even further. But Ganja was never able to make it. He was never able to achieve his dream. Meanwhile, his family starved because of his foolish decision. His wife for her own survivability left him for another person.
Who surprisingly was the same person that sold him the land. Although the blow to his mind was bad, it became worse over time...