Final step

The sparkle in Lucas' eyes only increased, he finally found something that could serve as his weapon!

"My blood isn't dense enough to make a decent knife, staff, sword, or anything else, but it might work!" His mind raced wildly analyzing and reviewing the possibilities of his newest weapon.

Meanwhile, enveloped in the yellow-orange light emitted by the metallic sphere, Jefferson moved towards the hand-built oven, his left hand was open, palm up, and just above it, suspended in nothingness, the sphere revolved around his own. axle. It was a beautiful scene to see, it looked like a galactic being was creating a planet from scratch.

He lit the furnace flame, carefully placed the glowing sphere into a rectangular mold, and closed it. The glow in the room dimmed as the furnace lid closed, yet silence reigned inside the workshop, Lucas was still focused on his recent discovery, while the other shape-shifter didn't even blink as he looked directly into the furnace. Both were fully focused on their own projects.

Quickly, a few minutes passed and Jefferson opened the furnace lid and made his mutation control the luminous metal again. The glowing sphere slowly melted inside the forge, but it didn't reach the sweet spot due to lack of heat. However, this issue was soon resolved. The mutant with metallic teeth made the metal float above his hands, its shape was confused due to the melting, it looked like a sphere with some parts resembling a rectangle.

Lucas didn't pay attention to any of this, he kept his eyes open and stared straight ahead, but they didn't focus on anything, he just kept his gaze blank. Ideas and projects on how to use his mutation along with a suitable weapon took his mind.

During his analysis, the mutant teenager used his mutation to levitate a relatively large hammer that sat on a counter next to him. In the meantime, he didn't take his eyes off the glowing mass floating in his hand, his concentration was at its height, nothing could distract him. So, with the bright metal in his left hand and the hammer in his right, Jefferson attacked the bright metal mercilessly.

With each blow, the metal took shape, releasing sparks throughout the room. The temperature, already high, rose even more, beads of sweat fell from the young blacksmith's face, but he didn't flinch. His eyes never left the metal, and a few feet away, Lucas was also sweating, but like his companion in the room, he didn't lose heart.

Jefferson's mutation played its part triumphantly, while others in the same situation would have to place the hot metal on a platform and beat for hours until the metal cooled, repeating this cycle over and over until it reached the necessary shape, however this mutant used its mutation. to speed up this process, making it unnecessary to spend hours on end until the metal takes the desired shape.

In just 10 minutes, under heavy hammering, the ugly, shiny mass became a semi-finished sword. The shape was simple, thin but still without a blade, three centimeters wide and half a meter long. The sword had no handle or other detail, but it did not tarnish its beauty, any ancient blacksmith of the medieval era would praise such a well done job. The surface had no irregularities, not a single curve was out of place, without a doubt a work of art.

Jefferson did not stop there, he still lacked the blades and a fist to complete his objective. Then he dipped the sword in a nearby bathtub to cool it and consolidate its shape. Then he placed it inside the furnace to heat it up again. At that point, Lucas woke up from his trance, his eyes came back to life, coming out of the emptiness of before, all his doubts were resolved and a project for a new weapon and how to use it was fully written in his mind. Because of that, for the first time he felt mentally exhausted, the amount of information he had to analyze was surreal.

Idealizing the shape of the weapon was the easy part, the complication came when he had to consider how to use it in combat, but for that it is necessary to have it to test its efficiency, so he could only deduce what his fight would be like, still so that took a lot of energy.

Leaning against the nearby counter, he rubbed his eyes and moved them toward the brightest spot in the room, the forge.

"But… how?!" thought Lucas.

Despite not having control over the time, he knew that not much had passed, only a few minutes had passed according to him. However, there was an almost complete sword in the final stages of production. His curiosity aroused, he wanted to know how those metal fragments turned into a mold so quickly.

'Damn it! I missed how he did it! At least it wasn't nonsense. I will at least see how this ends. Anyway, I can imagine what the beginning was like if I understand the process now." With his mind ready, he focused, this time focusing on Jefferson.

Jefferson didn't even notice Lucas' change in attitude, he was totally focused on creating the sword, even though it was in the oven and all he could do was wait, he didn't get blurred. Minutes passed and soon the sword was ready for another round of refinement, the young blacksmith opened the oven and withdrew it, making it float towards him. As before, he closed his eyes and made the sword 'dance' between his hands, though the next action was unheard of for Lucas.

The sword was still glowing, indicating its immense temperature, but that didn't stop the young mutant who was forcing it. With his eyes still closed and his brows furrowed, he held with his bare left hand the tip of the sword where the hilt should have been, and with his right, he made his index, thumb and middle fingers into tweezers, touching the other end of the sword. . Then he opened his eyes, from which metallic silver light radiated and reflected off the sword. With a quick movement, he pulled his right arm, sliding his 'tweezers' down the side of the sword, and quickly their two hands almost touched.

Lucas's eyes widened, as if his astonishment at seeing someone touch a super hot metal with their bare hands was not enough, now that same person, with a simple movement of his arm, forged the edge of the sword's blade. The simple, quick, and precise gesture shaped the blade, its sharpness so sharp that even Lucas, who was yards away, could tell it was sharply sharpened.

Jefferson wasted no time, with the sword still at the ideal temperature, turned his left fist and with his right hand did the same as before, forming the second blade of the sword, forging a true double-edged sword. So, with both blades ready, he dipped it back into the water, fixing its shape. Now all that was left was forging the hilt to complete the weapon, that was the easiest part, which was soon completed.

The forging was over and at last this young blacksmith was able to come out of his concentrated state. The weariness was clear on her face and body, her clothes were soaked with sweat, however, her eyes radiated intense joy and excitement.