2 Chapter 2 - Training begins

Rougue woke up at around 5:30 AM and made breakfast for himself which consisted of an egg and a few pieces of toast. He then entered into the side room of his house that was made out of sheet metal. Inside was an makeshift anvil that was made out of a 1 inch flat piece of scrap steel and a thick block of wood placed beneath it. Next to the anvil was a homemade forge, It was an upside down U shape with a hole on the right side of it. Connected to this hole was a pipe leading into a large tank labeled propane.

Rougue twisted a knob on the tank and a hissing sound came from the tank. He then walked over to the forge and took out a lighter, he then proceeded to light the propane. A red glow lit up the inside of the forge.

After lighting the forge Rougue took a 6 inch long piece of metal and placed it within the forge. He waited until the piece of metal was red hot before taking it out and placing it on his anvil. He picked up a hammer that was left next to it and began to hammer the metal into shape, after it became a normal color he placed it back into the forge.

He repeated this process until it was made into the shape of a dagger, he then walked over to an old fashioned grinding wheel that was in the corner of the room. He then put an edge on the blade before fining a suitable handle for and putting it on the end of the dagger.

Rougues smithing process took an entire 2 hours to complete. Rougue then walked out of the room and came back with an eye. Of course it wasn't a real eye, it was something that any creation profession would use in order to judge the level of their work. After clicking a button on the back of the eye a blue light flashed out of it and slowly scanned the dagger he made. Soon a box appeared out of the back of the eye.

[Dagger]

Rarity: Normal

Damage: 5~8

Description: A good dagger that has been properly balanced.

Rougue let out a small grin on his face before sighing.

'I've been trying to get at least to rare grade but it seems that impossible without a skill.'

The only reason he had all these things at his home was because his dad was a licensed smith that worked for the federation. When Rougue was a child he watched his father make weapons and armor at the forge and eventually joined his father in making them.

He needed some level of the blacksmithing skill in order to raise the level above normal. Rougue sighed once again before turning off the tank and leaving the room. Rougue put his uniform on for school and then left his house.

Rougue walked down the street leading to school while reading another book on smithing. This one was called "A Metal Encyclopedia". While reading he felt a slap on his back and he fumbled to keep the book in his hands.

Rougue turned around and saw someone who was around his height standing behind him. Standing there was one of his only friends, Melvyn Thompsett. He was a good athlete and was on the track team at school, but there was one thing about him that confused many people, he didn't like to socialize with anyone but Rougue. At the sight of Melvyn, Rougue once again sighed this morning.

'Just go along with it, he'll go away eventually'

"Rougue~, what happened yesterday? You didn't walk home with me."

Melvyn started his sentence happy and ended sadly. Rougue didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse for him.

"I had to do training with Instructor Warwick."

Melvyn went pale as he was reminded of the training he had to do while in Warwicks class. He then shuddered before regaining his composure. He shakily walked to school and was quite the rest of the time. Remember that student that had to be hospitalized after Warwicks training? That was Melvyn and ever since, the word training has left an imprint in his mind.

They eventually made it to school, and everything was the same as it always is. The classes all taught the same thing a this time of the year because they had run out of things to teach. "Fundamentals of magic", "Fundamentals of combat", and etc. All of these were learned in high school so you would have a basis for most classes that people got. Most of them being [Mage] or something in the [Warrior] class.

Rougue wasn't interested in any of these classes though, all he wanted to do was be a blacksmith and make weapons for people. The reason for this is also due to his fascination for blacksmithing at a young age.

After school ended he found Instructor Warwick at the Gym building waiting for him.

"Haha, you're here student Rougue!"

"You did say you'd train me, after all."

"Yes I did say that, but I honestly wasn't expecting you to come."

Rougues eyebrow twitched for second.

'If you're going to train someone at least expect them to show up once.'

"In order to do what I want to do I need to have greater strength."

Rougue wasn't lying, in order to shape and cast some materials he would have to have great strength in order to shape them into usable weapons.

The Instructor smiled at his response and clasped Rougue's shoulder. He then spoke.

"Be prepared for a hellish week student Rougue."

Rougue began to regret his decision at this moment. If the training regime yesterday was heaven this would be considered hell. Everything from yesterday's regime doubled the only exception would be the amount of weight he used. There'd be no point in doing weight lifting if he couldn't even pick up the bar.

At first the 10 miles was easy, but then he had to learn how to control his breathing and pace in order to keep going on it or else he would too exhausted to even begin the other workouts.

On the sidelines the Instructor was surprised that he had managed to learn how to control his breathing and pace in order to properly run the 10 miles.

The only reason he had picked this up so fast was that Rougue had to control his breathing while smithing in order to complete any of his creations.

Next was the Push ups... sit ups... pull ups... squatting... bench presses... and then another 10 miles.

At the end of the training it was 8 PM and Rougue was lying against the wall of the gym building covered in sweat and panting.

'So tired I don't want to move.'

A cold feeling suddenly touched the back of his neck, it was Instructor Warwick with a bottle of water. Rougue took the water and drank it.

"Thank you."

"Student Rougue, I've got a question for you!"

The instructor put on a serious face that was strange to look at as he normally had a grin plastered onto his face.

"Yes?"

"Why do you need strength?"

After hearing the instructors question Rougue went into thought fr a few seconds before a answering with honesty.

"To be a smith!"

"Good! Goo- Wait a smith?!"

The instructor went wide eyed and then looked at Rougue again.

"Say that again."

"I want be a smith."

Rougue said it this time with a serious tone.

"That's the first time I've heard that one Student Rougue! Now tell me why you need strength."

The instructor wiped tears from his eyes while laughing and then asked him again. Rougue started to get annoyed at this.

"I already told you why I need strength, to be a smith."

The instructor stopped laughing and then looked at him with all seriousness once again.

"You need strength in order to be a smith is that correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Good! Good! Just for the new answer alone I'll train you until you want to drop dead!"

After talking with Warwick a bit after that Rougue once again walked home alone but as he had time to spare he decided he would once again go into his smithing room and make something. After deliberating he decided to make a short sword.

He turned the propane on, took a scrap piece of metal in his tongs ad placed in the forge. He then hammered it into the shape of a cutlass, it was a slightly curved blade that was around 2 ft long. He then went to the grind stone and sharpened the edge. After sharpening the blade he out the hilt on it.

The physical exhaustion from hammering the metal and shaping it made Rogue even more tired but he still managed to make a decent cutlass. He once again scanned it but after he received the results he was shocked.

[Cutlass of Fatigue]

Rarity: Rare

Damage: 10~15

Special attribute:

Speeds up Fatigue recovery by 10% when held.

Description: A cutlass made while the smith was Fatigued, unknowingly the smith managed to imbue some of the fatigue into it to make it able to recover fatigue.

'What the hell? I managed to imbue fatigue into something?'

During the smithing process some smiths are able to pour feelings and emotions into a weapons or piece of armor. This can cause cursed weapons filled with hate or Armour that makes it's wearer warm.

"I managed to make a rare weapon!"

The reason that Rougue wanted to make a rare weapon so badly was that after you do you're eligible to join the Smithing Association. This is a community of smiths that share new ideas and give pointers to new smiths that have just made it into the association.

Though in order to actually register you need at least to make a rare weapon and 5 gold coins. Paper money is no longer a thing in this world after the discovery of <Mana> as it was considered too easy to duplicate and make copies of so everyone changed to gold, silver, and copper coins.

(1 Gold coin = 10 Silver coins/ 1 Silver coin = 100 Copper coins)

He thought about it and even if he sold all of his valuables he only had 1 gold coin. Getting frustrated he turned the propane off and left the room. He then collapsed on his bed and fell asleep after feeling the comfort of his mattress.