"Heh, ready to do it?" After hiding for hours, my nephew was in front of me and I was getting ready for his first training session.

"Yes, just one question, how are you going to simulate the attacks?"

"That's a surprise my dear Oz." I hoped that by chance while searching for me, Oz had not found the arrows I had made days before, I had created new tips for whistling arrows.

They were unconventional in the case of my favorite, a two-section tip that was difficult to dodge or cut. Even with the swords I had prepared for him he was in for a difficult time inside the room.

"Good luck Oz" Giving a smile I dismissed my nephew who entered the room, after making sure the door was closed, I went to the water mill I hooked up some time ago, lowered the gear and it began to move my latest creation.

Oz had told me that he wanted to train and master as many techniques as possible, so I performed a more extreme version of the conditions I trained with my father.

As a signal, the noise of the mechanism of the room began, it was a simple gear whirling, firing endless crossbows.

The trick was that Oz needed to break the wire linking the mechanism to each section, but if it took too long, more interruptions would result. I had even arranged for the floor to fill with frozen water.

"I hope it doesn't take him too long."

I sat down on a chest next to the frauga and pulled out my work of the moment. It was my father's sword, I had already commented to Oz that I hadn't been able to repair it completely, but it was just that every time I put it in the forge, the sword wouldn't heat up.

There was no way I could manipulate the material of the sword. I tried everything, even breaking the blade and joining the metal, but it wouldn't budge.

The sound of a bell distracted me from my thoughts, the bell would only be heard when a section of the room was disconnected. Not more than an hour had passed when I heard the jingle.

"Oh! So he did manage to figure out the trick eh?"

The sword in my hand suddenly vibrated, as if it had resonated with the bell, I told myself that I was that tired, there was no way a sword would vibrate on its own.

I decided to keep looking at the sword, when the other bells were heard, and as if waiting for that sound, the sword vibrated again. But I couldn't dwell on that, if Oz kept up the same pace I wouldn't have time to prepare to treat his wounds.

Without wasting time I put the sword back down as it continued to vibrate on the table; before I could grab a medical case, the door unlocked as the last bell rang.

I rushed out to the door and opened it, when suddenly a sword was pointed at my neck. "Who?!"

"Easy Oz" Apparently the training had worked because a normal person would be very distracted while trying to focus after spending time in the dark and straining their senses.

However, my nephew seemed to have focus and his eyes screamed a desire to survive.  I took a good look at his face and complexion and saw that he had a punctured shoulder and other wounds, one of his eyes was closing.

"Oz! Don't go to sleep, come here so I can treat you."

I had to keep him from losing consciousness or there would be more damage to his wounds. I reached out to catch him as his eyes closed and he began to fall.

"Heh, you care about ... "

"I obviously care about you, you foolish nephew."

I held him and forced his hands to leave the swords, I saw that they were with cuts and dents in the metal, it was as if they had been used for years to cut stones.

"This is no time to think about swords Miles, focus."

I carried him to my bed so he could treat his wounds, I took out some ointments and medicine given to me by some nobles to earn a benefit. I quickly stitched him up and carved the ointment that looked like water with a deep blue color. I kept it up for a while until I had covered all the wounds on his body.

I let him rest and put a note with a bottle of medicine to finish closing the wounds.

In the basement I approached my father's sword again, now it was no longer vibrating but it was hot, without thinking twice I grabbed my tools and got to work.

"I don't know why you now decided to be repaired but if not for a good reason I will make you cannon ammunition."

There were rumors of swords with magic stones that grew with the user, but it was not possible to find them in the army. So my doubts grew even more, never in my entire career as a blacksmith had I encountered a sword that seemed to have a will of its own.

The sword turned red from being in the forge and I started to hammer it to make a blade out of the broken material, it was bending like nothing, it was as if it really wanted to be a new sword.

Before I knew it, the blade was ready, it was a single-edged sword with no bending and when I wanted to make the second edged, the material, despite being moldable, did not budge.

"So that's how you want to be now eh?"

Without a response I continued working, now modifying the guard and hilt.

I modified the guard so that it would be able to stop other weapons, it ended up having two triangular columns sticking out in both directions of the guard, the bottom ones being smaller. As for the hilt, I wasn't able to modify much before I heard Oz's cough, a sign that he was waking up.