Near the small town, in the forest of another deep mountain.
"Is this good enough?"
Reiger appeared here, holding a newly forged scabbard in his hand.
It was a scabbard just like Reiger's Sun Wheel Blade, entirely black with a layer of resin painted on its exterior.
This was the fruit of Reiger's nearly two-hour hustle through the mountain.
In order to create a scabbard that could contain the hermit's blade, Reiger had used magic to break down, extract, and smelt several kinds of resins. Ultimately, he refined a highly heat-resistant organic material and also managed to synthesize a high-density metal akin to tungsten. Combining the two, he finally crafted this scabbard.
"Clack..."
Reiger sheathed the hermit, which he had kept in his hand and which emanated heat incessantly, into the scabbard, eliciting a faint sound.
The length of the hermit's blade was just right; it was wholly enclosed by the scabbard, leaving only the hilt exposed.
"Very good."
