SanJose Jordan extended his index finger, wagging it at SanJose Clark's face.
"If you want to become a master blacksmith, remember my words: someone using top class materials to make divine tools, that's not the best blacksmith; at most it is only a synthesizer. The best blacksmith will create divine tools using common materials."
"Using common iron to forge divine tools?"
SanJose Clark, somewhat startled, looked at SanJose Jordan. Ordinarily, SanJose Jordan very rarely spoke to him; this day already counted as the most at any one time.
Standing up, SanJose Jordan pointed to a fifty square centimeter big block of iron on the other side of the room,
"If you're thinking about becoming a blacksmith and learning forging from me, then you must first hammer this ten thousand times. Not until then will you be qualified."
That was a block of ordinary iron, containing numerous impurities. Compared to the lump of iron source, he couldn't even tell how much worse it was.
"Right now, you can still change your mind."
SanJose Jordan spoke indifferently, already preparing to go back to the inner room to sleep.
"Dad, I want to give it a try."
SanJose Clark's voice was clear and calm, yet resolute.
SanJose Jordan, somewhat taken aback, looked at him,
"Alright."
With a single word, he walked past, taking up that large lump of iron in his arms, and directly placed it by the bellows on the forge. As long as the coal fire was ignited, it could be used for forging.
After finishing this, SanJose Jordan returned to the inner room to sleep.
SanJose Clark was a person with staunch resolve. Otherwise, he couldn't have relied on a single dilapidated drawing to produce Buddha Fury Lotus, the top SanJose CLan mechanical hidden weapon. That consumed as much as ten years of his life.
Lighting the charcoal fire, pumping the bellows, he began to work by himself.
Shushu shushu.
Sounds rose from the bellows, flame emitted within the coal furnace, scorching that big lump of iron. Though SanJose Clark didn't know any forging, he had watched SanJose Jordan forge farm tools every day, and he knew the correct process.
Just as the iron lump had gradually become red hot, he dragged across SanJose Jordan's usual hammer, letting it fall to the ground. This long handled iron hammer was even taller than him, and an ordinary five or six year old child couldn't have moved it at all, let alone wielding it for forging.
4 hours later. 3:00 PM
SanJose Clark just finished his hammering the iron the he got. SanJose Jordan who took a sleep earlier was sitting on the dilapitated chair in the table drinking his usual alchohol watching SanJose Clark who just finished his hammering tasks. Clark was soaked in sweat and was preparing to take a bath and suddenly heard the door.
Knock Knock.
"Little Clark, can you kindly please open the door?" coming outside the house.
SanJose Clark looks at his dad knowing what to do next?
"Go open it, it's just old jack again."SanJose Jordan casually said.
SanJose Clark walks to the door and opens it and looks at the person standing in front of the house, it was an old looking man, wearing plain clothes and the height of the old man was not fairly tall, just the average height.
"Oh, Little Clark is your father inside?"
Old man was smiling while looking at the young child in front of him who opened the door.
"Yes, Grandpa Jack."
Old Jack walked in the house and shouted!
"JORDANNN! ARE YOU DRINKING AGAIN AND IGNORING YOUR SON?" Old Jack is pissed.
Chapter Ends.