Looking for a blacksmith

I had visited several smithies however they did nothing but disappoint me. There weapons were terrible and of low quality.

"We have plenty of high quality weapons and armour, choose what you will?" a certain blacksmith said to me.

I observed the swords and spears on the walls. Truth be told this blacksmith was far better than the other blacksmiths I had gone to however even he was still lacking.

His creations were on the verge of being called top tier however they were not top tier.

"These weapons of yours... they are unsatisfactory." I said.

The blacksmith, a young child who seemed to be the same age as me stopped hammering the iron ingot. He gazed at me before returning to hammering the iron ingot.

"If nothing satisfies you then you are more than welcome to leave." that was all he said. The other blacksmiths that I had gone to who produced terrible equipment had chased me out of their smithy with insults and curses however he was not.

"I will, however I'm looking for whoever produced this." I said as I pointed at a heavy armour. The armour was incomplete as it was missing an arm and a leg.

"That is a failed product. It's not for sale." The boy replied.

"I was not planning on buying it, I'm just looking for whoever made it. I want a custom built armour that is created through the weaving process and several runes."

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The boy continued hammering away. "They are not here."

"Huh? What happened? Are they dead?"

"No, they have left some time ago."

That was a shame. I had wanted an armour made for Thomas.

"When will they be back?" I asked.

"Never." The answer was so abrupt and sudden that it left me surprised.

"Very well then, can you refer me to a master blacksmith who is capable of using the weaving process and is able to use runes?"

The boy was silent for a while. The only thing that could be heard was the clanging of his hammer against iron and the blazing fire that roared as if it was alive.

"To the south, in the middle of the snowy desert, there are 2 dwarf sisters that are capable of fulfilling your request. Their prices are a bit steep however... it is worth it. Do what you will with that information."

I thanked the npc blacksmith and left the smithy.

Dwarf sisters? No matter how hard I racked my brain I could not think of anyone. They must be background characters that even I did not know about.

I took a glance at setting sun. The rays of light made the bustling of the city that seemed to be alive look quite benign.

I decided that I would head to the snowy desert tomorrow morning but for now I would head back to my residence but not before collecting those strays.

I didn't want to force them to come with me as later on down the line they would grow rebellious and say stupid shit like 'I never asked you to take me in.'

What I wanted was people who would appreciate what I give them and not what more. People who were loyal to me and would risk their lifes for me. That was the type of people I wanted around me.

And what better why to do that than by indoctrinating and brainwashing them for a young age. I would be their saviour, their king and their hope.

"So are you guys coming with me or not?" I asked the strays from earlier on.

They all nodded their heads.

"Very well." My tentacles sprouted out of my back and before they could react I grabbed them all except for one. The mute kid that was their leader.

He had been expecting something like this because he was prepared. He jumped to the side and swung a giant kitchen knife at my tentacle. The knife broke however he did not stop with his attack.

He brought several more knives from behind him and he struck the same place over and over.

I released a sigh and unfolded my tentacles releasing the 4 remaining kids from my clutches. It wasn't like I was even harming them at all.

"You do know that is pointless?" I said to the kid with the knife. "You will run out of kitchen knifes before you even break the first layer of skin."

The kid glanced at me and stopped stabbing my tentacles.

"Anyways, in case you guys actually are serious about my offer, just come to the Dark Purple Rain Sect in the neighbouring city. My offer stands till the end of the week." I said as I hovered of the ground. I then flew away without caring.

I was headed back home but on the way I decided to take a look on Muvolik, the dumb lion and Thomas.

Muvolik was extremely tired. So was Simba. Thomas was quite some distance away from the fight.

The two were surrounded by a group of monkeys that wielded nunchuks, wooden sticks and blades.

All of a sudden one of the monkeys let out a shriek. It dashed forward from its spot at incredible speed and after five or so steps its speed grew faster. The ground beneath its feet cracked and it appeared before Simba.

Simba opened his mouth and using the monkeys momentum and inability to stop against it, he took a bite out of the monkey.

Or so he thought. The monkey was holding a pole and it struck the pole against the ground using it like a pole vault to jump over him.

"You fucking idiot!" The dumb lion roared out loud as it lashed out its tail and struck the monkey in the face instantly breaking it.

It had been for a moment but I saw the giant, spiky metal ball that was attached to the tuft of his tail.

"He's growing smarter but so are these monkeys." I said to myself. I was definitely not mistaken and I was not seeing this but that monkey had just used the Bull Acceleration Technique.

How was that possible?

That shouldn't be possible.

Wait-

Unless-

I looked at the monkeys and a smile bloomed on my face. A sinister... malevolent... evil smile.

I was right!

These were imitate monkeys.

_______________

What do you think is going to happen?