My Girlfriend is an S-Class Adventurer

“Ara Ara. Well, I’ve taken an interest in the newbie. It’s okay, I’ll just make that flying sword. Any additional equipment will have to be produced by one of my students.” Said the blacksmith lady.

“Thank you!” Answered Luke and Orion, simultaneously.

Luke then remembered the little blacksmith who asked for his help on the beach. He wanted to see how that boy was doing.

“Do you know a boy named Ezra Bluesmith?” The half-wolf questioned.

Hephaestus’ eyes widened in surprise, taking a step back.

The forge master soon resumed her ordinary posture, stepping forward again and scratching the back of her head. However, her face still appeared not to have fully recovered from the sudden question.

“Well, this is the first time they are looking for little Ezra, he is currently one of my most skilled blacksmiths” replied the blacksmith lady.

She then placed both of her hands on her waist, beginning to look away.

“I’m glad someone finally took an interest in my Ezra, he is certainly the blacksmith with the most potential here.”

Luke was surprised by this information. That boy was small, appeared to be weak, and it was hard to believe that he was even capable of lifting a hammer. Several thoughts popped into the half-wolf’s head, and he was trying to imagine how it was possible for such a small boy to have so much forging potential.

All the blacksmiths who were working in that building were strong, showed skill and masculinity. They were captivated with energy and concentration, whereas in the case of the little blue-haired boy, he seemed so helpless and vulnerable.

“Anyway, that sword should do for now. It’s the best I have without being custom made, then we can talk together to create a flight sword that is more suitable for you.” Hephaestus said.

With one of her hands, she carried the sword to the front of the two. It was a blue greatsword, with a golden blade. It was undoubtedly a lush sword, although it didn’t do Luke’s taste.

“The three of us can plan your sword another time Luke, but accept this one for now. You need to get better accustomed to handling a flying sword, so you will avoid the danger of getting into an accident by some carelessness.” Orion concluded.

“Fine by me, it seems like a great sword. But now that I’ve received this offer, I’m looking forward to what the master will create.” Luke said.

Hephaestus then took the sword by the handle and placed it in Luke’s hands. As heavy as that greatsword appeared to be, it was actually extremely light. Which surprised the half-wolf, who began to wield the sword from side to side, swinging as that sword cut through the wind.

‘Colors aren’t really my style, but no doubt this one will fly much better than the flying group’s training sword.’

[Didn’t you notice, that sword is really great].

‘Hm? What do you mean?’

[The magic signature of this sword is amazing, I am really surprised by this work. The sword is loaded with mana to further decrease its weight and make it easier to handle, I didn’t even know it was possible to do that with magic circles].

‘I see… So that’s what differentiates a magic weapon from an ordinary piece of equipment. But I can’t see any status on it, so they act differently from Broteforge weapons.’

[Yes, it’s completely mechanical, the magic acts directly on the use of the weapon].

“I found it extremely interesting how you developed the circles inside this sword, please do something similar on my weapon.” Luke said.

“Hooh! You have good eyes boy. Are you sure this half-wolf is a novice?” Hephaestus said.

“To be honest, sometimes I’m not so sure.” Said Orion.

“I know! It’s easier to imagine that I already had experience with flight and magic, so you don’t feel so bad about almost losing to me.” Luke said.

Hephaestus started laughing non-stop as her voice echoed through the forge. She was slapping her leg, she was undoubtedly much more outgoing than she had first appeared.

After catching her breath, the master finally got straight to the point.

“Anyway, come with me. I’m taking you both to see the blue brat.”

The three then proceeded through the room, until they reached the main hallway again. They walked down the corridor until they reached the last room in the building, going through several doors. From a distance, it was possible to hear a hammering sound much louder than those in the other rooms. Unlike a group of blacksmiths, this sound was unique and the noise grew louder as they approached the end of the corridor.

“We left it here so as not to disconcert the other smiths, I also don’t want anyone getting hurt in my forge because they tripped over a puddle of water” Hephaestus said.

‘Pool of water?’

The three then stopped facing that room, watching from the outside that boy forge.

Luke was surprised at what was happening in front of him. It was a completely different sight from the dozen or so blacksmiths they had encountered before.

Ezra was wearing a small leather goggle, with two round black lenses. He was shirtless, showing his thin, sweaty body. His blue hair was dripping with sweat.

The room was much hotter than the others, the heat waves could be felt right from the entrance. The heat was so great that you could see how the air heated up the room, creating little ripples in the vision.

In front of that boy was an anvil significantly larger than the others, and holding it in one hand he was using a large leather glove to handle a piece of red iron.

Behind the blue-haired boy was a gigantic water puppet. It was a creature that looked like a water golem, it was muscular and had a head shaped like a helmet. The creature was hammering away at Ezra’s seat.

“He created a golem?” Orion questioned.

Hephaestus shook his head, denying it.

“He uses water magic and mana manipulation to create that golem. It is an extremely exhausting process, but very efficient. That brat’s body is too weak to forge, so he got around that by challenging himself in mana management.” Answered the forge master.

When Ezra realized that he was being watched, he quickly took off his glasses. His face was completely red.

“Miss.Hepha! Luke!” Said the boy, who unfastened his equipment and ran out to the entrance of the room.

That water puppet completely dismantled itself, the water then evaporated when it touched the floor.

*tsssssssss*

Ezra then almost tripped over some tools that were all over the floor of that room. He turned around and put both hands on his head, disappointed.

“Not again! I spilled water on my project!” the boy said in a crying voice.

“Don’t worry stink, just melt it down and make it from scratch. Anyway, this half-wolf wants to talk to you! Come give your customer some attention.” Hephaestus said.

The boy then shook his head, slapped himself on the face, and hurried back to the front of the group. He was completely out of breath.

“Thank you for coming here! I didn’t think you would visit me so quickly! Do you need a gun of mine?” Ezra said.

“Madame Hephaestus told me more about you, I am interested yes. But would you be able to create a weapon good enough for me?” Answered Luke.

The boy’s eyes then sparkled with excitement and happiness, however, he paused for a moment. Taking a deep breath, the little boy crossed his arms and began to think, placing one of his hands on his chin, he was thinking about his answer.

“I believe I am capable of producing a good sword for you, but I don’t know if by myself I would be able to complete it. I am still a novice, I don’t want a piece of mine to disappoint you Sir Luke. Maybe if Hepha helps me I can make something that will reach your level.” Ezra said, with a serious look on his face.

*bonk*

Hephaestus punched Ezra lightly in the head, it was as if she had just let the weight of her hand fall on the boy. She then began to stroke the little blacksmith’s sweaty hair.

“It goes without saying that I will mentor you blue brat, now accept your first project right away.” Hephaestus said, lecturing the boy.

Then the little blacksmith stretched out his back and tried to gain a few inches in height. With a smile on his face he faced the half-wolf’s eyes.

“My name is Ezra Bluesmith, and I will be your blacksmith! Thank you very much for accepting my service! Just direct me regarding your wish, and I will transform the purest steel to carry out your will.” Said the boy, his voice a little shaky.

Hephaestus began to laugh in front of Ezra, again in a lively and outgoing voice.

“I didn’t teach you to be so serious!” She exclaimed.

Grabbing Ezra’s head by the arm she again gestured asking the two mages to follow her.

“Come with me, let’s have a drink while we plan some of your weapon.”