Chapter 46 The Hot Ironblood Titan, El Tetso Ashura part 3

Tetso's slowly cooled off while hardening, in some areas visible cracks on his skin was showing as he walked towards where Raga fell.

(Guess that's all I can do right now at my old age it hasn't even been 10 minutes yet and my left arm's already solidified still can't remember when last I got the opportunity to use that technique not a lot of weapons on this earth is capable a releasing its true potential).

"You old bastard… I guess you haven't lost your touch, I haven't used that spell in over forty years. Hell I haven't even met a weapon strong enough to used it in over fifty, you've been really holding out on me I haven't you" asked Tetso as he slowly reached where Raga fell to the ground.

Tetso standing over him watching him cough up blood,

"Ackk, ack… okay… I surrender, ackk, honestly wasn't expecting… you to use my own, blade against, me" said Raga on the ground holding on to his side to keep the blood from spilling out more.

"You left me no choice with that shield of yours, luckily I know you long enough" said Tetso has he picked Raga up off the ground grabbing him by the collar of his now torn to shred of a tunic has he finished "Knowing that you would have perfected the sword more than the shield, luckly my only hunch in this battle was right".

Raga surprised by his assessment paused, then with a smile "…Ha, ha, ha, ack,ack… oh please… ack, those were my greatest creation I hid from you for years… ack you could not have Hutch",

Tetso looked at him and smile "Now I'm disappointed, did you honestly think I was naive enough not to take you, my oldest friend into account of protecting the village. There's nothing on this continent that knows my weakness more than you my old friend, so of course I have to take measures against you knowing my defenses".

"So… even though you didn't have proof, ack… of me creating a sword sharp, enough to hurt you still you took caution… huh you really do know me".

After hearing this Tetso was visibly angered, has he then threw back Raga onto the ground and shouted "So why would you try to do this, this way!",

"Ack, ack… do what?" Raga sarcastically asked.

"Why would you work with the church to over take me?. There's no hiding it again, that last weapon you used clearly had holy magic to it!… just tell me why. Why would you do this?".

"Ack, it seem… I spoke too early, you don't know me all that well" Raga replied,

"They came to here with the intention of killing me and taking our people to use as guinea pigs and slave for the this land, haven't they taken enough from us already… my son, my daughter, no grandkids that I know of. They even took the life of your own son, and you would still trust them more than us".

After hearing this Raga while still trembling, losing blood, slowly got up by himself, bracing on his knees to walk slowly towards the chief. With his head down, closing his side with one hand, and the other clenching his fists as he reaches the chief he places his right hand on the chief's shoulder and slowly his knuckles with his left hand to Chief chest as if he trying to punch him covered in blood.

"Don't… you, dare,ack,ack… put him in this",

"You know Rajput was not ready-",

"I said don't call his name!".

(Sfx Berrgggh)

Has he vomits up blood from shouting with all his lungs, with an open rib cage.

"I… have never once blamed the church for anything… you blaming the church for taking away your son, is your problem. But last time I checked he went there willingly, and your daughter… you without hesitation gave her away to the richest Lord just because he gave you a nice speech about peace prosperity for all?. Where is she now?, Huh last time I check she was treated as a slave by that wretched Lord until she slit his throat and ran away to the Luna Dynasty on the dark side of the continents. You have no right to question anything about my choices in life, I choose to blame myself for not preparing my boy for war, while I was dilly-dallying with you and your peace talks for generation to come our kind had gone weak. We became like nickel or copper ready to be bent to anyone's will, we were race of Iron Will people, will that kept us alive before we came to live on this mountain. I want peace of mind?, want to retire in peace?, leave it to the new generation?, that was all bullshits, to get your sympathy up you old fool. My hands shake when I can't make weapons yet when I do make weapons, the Unworthy folders of each kingdom would waste away while my blades are left glisten without being stained by blood. We are blacksmiths we are all harbingers of war, you would have us rot and rust away here on this plateau. This is not peace for me this is torture my peace is on the battlefield, and if I can't go there myself I want my steel to be my legacy".