Novel Full Chapter 1317 How are you on tattoos?
To be completely honest, I was aware of the existence of Albion swords and their great products—even seen some Youtube footage of a few people testing them out—but if we get too specific in which pommel type of cross guards was being used, I’d be totally out the loop unless we were talking about guns.
Because yeah, with my katana and how my Old Man Kaiseki labeled things, the grip’s the grip and the blade’s the blade—and with how he made mine—it was made as a set and each intricate part was tailored to me.
If we really had to label each part of my set, it’d be Sky Ishiyama coded or a series named after yours truly.
I did mention before that if I used other bladed weapons that it’d feel off—which was actually true—because again, to be completely honest, my blades felt more like extended limbs because of the way they feel in my hands.
I could only imagine how different it was to Kaley wielding my wakizashi—from the very few times she did—but letting her use that was more symbolic if anything like the time when I let her use my tanto.
In any case, with these longswords—fuck it, even with guns, everyone tends to lean on a specific type, platform, or even brand because it feels right to them. But with my swords, they were made for me and while it was true anyone else could wield them, I would be the only person to use it to its full extent.
But back to our current situation, Joe mentioned that the two swords he had—The Sollingen and The Principe—had almost the same price tag, and he just stumbled upon them from one of the condominium units they were tasked to clear out and close out.
“That’s fucking lucky.”
Joe shook his head, “Not at all! We lost people, sir.”
“Ah— That’s… My bad. So, Iskoh’s been putting you all through a lot? Is it too much or just right?” Read exclusive content at empire
He shrugged his shoulders, “I dunno, how many people had your group— I mean the group like ours lost from their expeditions?”
“You’re gonna fucking hate me for this.”
“None, huh?”
“JP was in command of a much larger group—and he definitely lost people from sending them to do those missions—but it was zero casualties the moment they do runs with me.”
“Have you sent them on difficult runs yet?”
“Not on their own yet— But do know that this group’s pretty recently formed. They are four— no, three groups in total because some of them aren’t permanently there. Those three came in at different times and they had different experiences the moment this shit started.”
“Hmm~”
“After this one though, right as Artem’s group set up in D. Jose Station, I’ll let them off their leash and see what they could do.”
“Ah! That’s the joint thingy the Mayor was talking about. Shiiit~ Not to hate on my crew but I would’ve loved to join the Mob.”
“The Mob?”
“Ah— It’s just what we call them uhh… You’re Russian friends, sir— You know? The Russian Mob—”
Tatiana cut in with an indifferent expression, “Funny.”
Joe never looked so afraid, “Ah— Calling you guys just ‘The Russians’ doesn’t feel right somehow… And we’re the Hounds for some reason… You know… Nicknames are just—”
I waved him off, “We get it, we get it~ She’s just messing with you— But yeah, in regards to exchanging it with something of equal value, how about we have you made a custom shield or axe?”
“An axe? Why?”
“You use axes, right? And since you already have the Sollingen—”
“Shield! Shield! I’d rather have a shield!”
“Sure. What kind of shield do you want? Within reason, of course. And no Cap’n America’s Shield, alright?”
He waved me off, “Nothing like that. I just want a custom shape for it but I’m gonna need three of them made with wood, ballistic glass, and metal—preferably bulletproof up to rifle rounds.”
“I could do wood and metal and it depends on the actual shape on what it’d be rated on. The premise is that we’ll cut into an existing ballistic shield and weld whatever it is you wanted on it.”
“I could deal with that, yeah, but not bulletproof glass, huh?”
“That would mean taking it off an existing vehicle that has them and I’d rather have a vehicle, sorry.”
‘And I’m not hooking him up with Quinn’s stock. Those are more valuable. At least not right now, no.’
“Hmm~ I see, I see— That’s already more than what I expected from this deal, so… Do I just give you the design? I have it right here.”
“Sure.”
At that point, Joe pulled out a small notebook and there was this piece of paper that was tucked between the pages in which he folded out. Surprisingly enough, the design was a mix of the shields he was using earlier but I couldn’t help but comment on his fighting style and choice of weapons.
Like I was a huge proponent for, I’d have my students focus on one and then learn other things like a minor subject but Joe seemed to be focusing not on a single weapon but on a single fighting style.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Not at all but you can’t just keep on switching weapons on the go, right?”
“Of course, not. I just roll with whatever I got on that day. If anything, I’d love to have a one-handed version of that big and tall lady’s weapon. It’s a huge staff without anything on it and she can just put any module she wanted on it when possible.”
“Ah~ That. She made that herself—even the gauntlets she wears when wielding them—and it’s like a Swiss army knife but several times bigger.”
“Woah, she made that herself? Can I… Can I talk to her and ask if it’s possible to be her intern?”
“Hmm. If that’s how you wanna do things… How are you on tattoos?”