15.3 Cats' Claws
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"Well," Kirito said, as he picked himself off the ground, "that didn't work."
"You okay?" Shirou asked, as the other boy carefully stood. Since they were Partied he could see Kirito's HP bar was full, but he wasn't sure if there might be other side effects.
"Yeah, just fine." Kirito said, sighing. "I wish they didn't explode so reliably, though."
"I think I know why." Shirou said, frowning to himself.
"Yeah?" Kirito said, with a slightly hesitant look on his face.
In response, Shirou held out his hand. "Trace, On." He announced, and a metal cylinder with a textured surface for gripping dropped into his palm.
He flicked the thumbswitch, and the [Lightsaber] sprung to life. The humming was higher-pitched than in the movie, but it was still correct.
"So the way this works is by forcing compressed Ether into the shape of a sword." Shirou recounted, summarizing. "Or rather, we each contributed half of the Code; your half generates and compresses Ether into a plasma-like state, and my half applies the concept of 'Sword' to force it into that shape as it's created."
He swung it experimentally. "I think the issue is that when it makes contact with something with enough conceptual weight, there's interference and the idea of 'sword' gets pulled off."
Shirou reinforced his eyesight, increasing his dynamic vision and visual rate. It was still a little disorienting; Increasing the 'framerate' of his eyes was like time-accelerating his visual perception, but it wasn't like his reflexes or thoughts were Hasted, either.
"Ugh." Kirito said. "So they keep exploding in our faces because the Ether just, like, boils off immediately when the shape wobbles?"
"Sounds about right." Shirou said, throwing it with a lazy overhand toss so it spun through the air.
The blade made contact with the ground, and burst apart, a fiery roar as the handle careened away to slam into the wall.
"I'm more sure of it now." Shirou said. "It cracked like glass, but the Ether immediately punched through the weak spots. It was like a pressure cooker bursting."
Kirito pondered. "That's an unstable equilibrium, isn't it."
"Yes." Shirou agreed.
"Which means it's basically a dead-end that can't be fixed." Kirito continued.
"Probably." Shirou agreed, with a heavy sigh.
Kirito sighed too, shoulders slumping. "I'm officially depressed. Let's talk about something else." He turned, shuffling from the sparring yard through the doors to the forge.
Shirou considered that. "The [Black Cats] dropped by." He fell into step behind Kirito as they walked inside.
Kirito winced without looking back over his shoulder. "Yeah, I heard about that."
"I went easy on them." Shirou said, feeling defensive.
Kirito's stare was blank, before he slowly blinked and looked away. "You know what? Never mind. I mean, thanks for giving them a shot, I really appreciate it." Kirito raised his hands. "It.. it means a lot that you agreed to upgrade their weapon loadouts."
"I'm always happy to help." Shirou said, smiling easy.
Kirito smiled, looking a bit guilty. "Well, I mean, it felt kind of like petty corruption that I pushed people I know to the front of the queue, rather than making them wait their turn."
"Kirito." Shirou replied. "Our [Guild Leader] is Ilya."
Kirito snorted. "I keep forgetting that you can have a mouth on you."
Shirou didn't want to dignify that with a response.
"Let's start with Tetsuo." Shirou said instead, as he leaned to half-sit on his favorite anvil. Because Tetsuo was the one that stepped forward to stand in front, in a way it was appropriate to consider him first.
"Well, mostly he tanks." Kirito began, as he settled onto the table behind Shirou. "I dunno how it went when you sparred them, but that's his role in the party."
Shirou grimaced a little. "He didn't handle pressure too well." Shirou replied, shaking his head slightly. "I mean, it's not like he panicked, but he consistently fell for my bluffs and let me get right past him."
"I still fall for your bluffs more often than not." Kirito pointed out. "Compared to a normal mob, your body language is full of lies."
"I understand that," Shirou said, although he didn't approve, "but once I got him off balance, he was too flustered to do anything. Uncertainty is the enemy."
"Eeeh." Kirito said, with a lukewarm shrug. "He was pretty down after you sparred with them, to be honest. At least, I think he was. He's pretty quiet." Kirito was starting to ramble, a habit when he wasn't sure on what he was saying.
From Shirou's perspective, part of what made Tetsuo especially difficult was that he used a bludgeoning weapon, which was far enough from [Sword] that it wasn't quite as intuitive for him to make something special.
And they weren't popular weapons, either. There were many other blacksmith Players who took advantage of the in-built game synergy between the [Smithing] and [Hammer] skills, but those were mostly Crafters rather than Fighting Players. Additionally, they generally had enough pride as weaponsmiths that they didn't want to go to another weaponsmith to make their weapons for them.
The strongest bludgeoning-type weapon Shirou could think of off-hand was that [Water Hammer] that was used by [Gorm the Orcish King]. However, Tetsuo couldn't use the Water Element.
"He's also the healer, right?" Shirou said, a bit abruptly. It hadn't come up during the training battle, and they hadn't needed any during or after because it had been right in the [Safe Zone].
"Yeah, he is." Kirito affirmed.
Shirou grunted. "He doesn't use his weapon at all for that, though." It was a statement, not a question. If Tetsuo had, then Shirou would have seen it in the history of his weapon.
Shirou's eyes paused on a longsword.
In English, there was a verb for repeatedly and seriously beating someone, [Pummel].
On the bottom of the handle of a longsword was a knob of solid steel, a counterweight called a [Pommel], or [Pummel] as the archaic name.
The verb of beating someone was taken from the noun naming the sword part.
Because, during the era of knights, it wasn't uncommon for a knight to flip their sword around, hold it by the blade, and furiously hammer on their opponent with the pummel of the sword.
The reason was simple. Rather than risk chipping or denting the blade against someone's plate mail, use the round part to bludgeon them, protecting the edge from damage. For someone wearing armor themselves, including chain-mail gloves, something like holding their own sword by the blade was no big deal.
And didn't Tetsuo use Healing Spells to clean up damage, after the fighting was over and they were taking stock of themselves?
Perhaps Shirou could leverage that. A sword so heavily modified it was correctly used "Upside Down" as a mace, but could be flipped around and used, not as a sword, but as an athame for healing magic.
And Tetsuo could use the [Ether Element]. The whole Guild could, even though they didn't seem to leverage it particularly.
Maybe something like that. He had just thought of that [Water Hammer] after all, which dealt extra damage by conferring momentum to the blood inside the body of the enemy.
Combine that with the concept of "Pummel past the armor", treating the [Body] as [Armor], and make it a weapon that was used to directly bash the enemy on the spiritual level.
Yes, and hanging upside down, and placing tools upside down, was an old-fashioned way to touch the spirit of things past their physical substance. That was why witches would traditionally meditate by hanging from a rope tied around their ankle.
And it supported the dual usage. When held as a mace, it was a weapon for bludgeoning the spirit of the enemy, and when held as a sword, it was an athame for healing the physical body.
Shirou nodded to himself, satisfied with both the concept of creation and the hypothesis of the basic structure.
"You look like you've figured something out." Kirito said, interrupting his train of thought.
"Hmm?" Shirou said, blinking as he looked up. "Well, yes."
He moved immediately to the forge while the idea was upon him, firing it up, selecting the hammer, and drawing out the materials. He shaped the sword, leaving a space in the very center of the over-sized striking pommel for a precious stone.
"What kind of raw materials do they have?" Shirou asked over his shoulder at Kirito.
"Uh, let me ask." Kirito said back.
He worked quickly, frowning when the first one came out. The blade wasn't quite rigid enough when swung, and it slid in his grip a little too easily. Shirou decided to straighten the taper and round it more, as well as introducing a roughened surface pattern to improve the grip friction on his next attempt. He swung it a couple times, carefully checking the balance.
"He [PMed] me back. They've got a ton of high-quality wood like always, and a couple rare drops."
"Tell him to pick out a gem or stone that fits him really well, appropriate as in inset for a sword or mace." Shirou said.
"Ok." Kirito replied, sounding a little nonplussed, but not surprised or particularly curious. That was unusual, but on the other hand, he was smart and knew enough that Kirito had probably already mostly figured it out.
Shirou nodded to himself as the billet reached the perfect temperature, pulling it out to quickly and confidently begin hammering it into the correct shape. The second prototype came out well, with good balance and the right rigidity, and a better surface grip.
"Alright." Kirito said, "He stuck something in the shared Inventory page, it's an opal he found on a riverbed that he's been using as a [Prana Reservoir]. I didn't know he knew any gemcraft." Kirito said the last part mostly to himself.
"Perfect." Shirou said, turning to catch the gem as Kirito lazily tossed it underhand to him.
He broke the second prototype down, and returned the materials to the fire to heat up. He worked even more quickly this time, hammer moving without any pauses as he smoothly pounded it into shape the instant the temperature was right.
In an instant it was complete, and Shirou turned, presenting it to Kirito.
Kirito looked down at the sword, and then up at Shirou, before he reached out to take it, equipping it.
"What?" Kirito said. "Shirou, I've never seen this popup before. This thing can be used with the [One-Handed Sword] or [One-Handed Mace] skill?"
"Yes," Shirou began. "The idea is something like [Upside down]. When used as a mace, the blows diffuse into the astral plane to also affect the spirit of things, and when flipped around to use as a sword, it boosts healing spells."
Kirito paused for a moment. "I shouldn't be surprised, but making a sword that fits a mace user is just the kind of sideways thing you'd do."
"Is it bad?" Shirou asked, concerned. "We can try something else, if..."
"No, no!" Kirito said, hastily waving his arms. "Lateral thinking is awesome!" Kirito made an awkward gesture, like he thought about patting Shirou on the shoulder but didn't want to impose. "It's good, I'm sure he'll like it."
Shirou nodded, crossing his arms as he leaned against the anvil behind him. "That's good then."
"I guess next is Sasamaru." Shirou said. Yes, if Tetsuo was the tank who stood in the front, then Sasamaru was the attacker who stood in the front.
"He'd probably just be happy with something that improved his [Heat Hawk] effect." Kirito said.
Shirou grunted.
On the Front Line, there was a member of the Paladins named Cuvie who used personally-created Ice Magic with his spear as something like a pen to dictate where the ice would be drawn onto the world. It had been fun taking that image and manifesting it into the world, making something that was as much a Mystic Code to support his spellcasting as it was a weapon for attacking his enemy. Combined with the fact that his ice magic used a two-element approach, Shirou had built "Two Services" into the fundamental concept and created a weapon he was proud to have made, even if spears were naturally more difficult for him. But that had been a fun spear to make, with a blade that was forked like a split tongue.
Well, Cuvie had a distinct way of fighting that blended his daily activities guarding Front-Line Gatherers with his participation in Boss Raids (another duality that the "Two Services" foundation enhanced). Relying on his ice to fence away the boss, he could later use the ice for an alternate angle attack, or to bind the enemy's position. A battle style that relied on controlling enemy motion, pinning them down and executing them as much as fighting them.
Compared to that, Sasamaru was just... bland. He matched the timing with Tetsuo and the mob, and used straight thrusting attacks. Shirou kept having to reset because he folded once Shirou broke through or snuck past his distance control.
"You said that all the members of the guild have the [Ether] element, right?" Shirou asked to confirm.
"Yeah, but they don't all use it equally often." Kirito replied. "Sasamaru leans pretty heavy on his [Fire] element to up his average DPS, but he's got [Ether] and [Wind], too."
"I'm kind of surprised that [Heat Hawk] is so popular. I mean, on the Front Line it makes sense, but I'm surprised that Mid and even Rear Liners pick it up so easily." Shirou said.
Kirito shrugged. "It's a Gundam reference, so I guess everyone can visualize what it's supposed to do real easily."
"Are there corresponding spells for the other elements?" Shirou asked. He was confident that Kirito would know.
And Kirito did not disappoint, sighing dramatically as he rolled his eyes. "Ugh, yeah, but they're super rare. Agil wanted a complete set, so he went ahead and invented them, but the rest never caught on." Kirito shrugged. "I think it's because he named them all after birds, it strayed into joke territory and nobody can take them seriously."
Shirou frowned. "Is that why he wanted an axe that could equally handle all five elements?"
"Yeah, and he was annoyed you sent him to open-endedly fetch five materials, one for each element." Kirito replied. "Not that I'm complaining, rubbing his face in it was hilarious, but then he threatened me with higher prices, so I'm worried I teased him too much."
"I'm not sorry." Shirou flatly replied. "Good quality is worth best efforts."
"Preaching to the choir, here." Kirito agreed, amused. "Anyway, I dragged Asuna along and we got them. She doesn't like them much because she's totally burst damage, but they're actually kind of interesting."
"Yeah?" Shirou said. "What are they called?"
Kirito leaned back, staring into space for a minute before he started counting on his fingers. "Lessee, there's [Heat Hawk] obviously, and then [Air Falcon], [Water Eagle], and [Earth Kestrel], and, uh," Kirito's expression faltered as he ran out of fingers and ticked onto his thumb, before he powered through, "anyway the last one is [Psy Duck]."
Shirou blinked. "Like the--"
"Yes like the Pokemon." Kirito finished for him, annoyance leaking into his voice. "I warned Agil it single-handedly turned the whole set into a lame joke instead of being lame clever, but he was stubborn."
"But you still--"
"Yes I made the Black Cats all learn it anyway." Kirito replied again, a little more smug this time.
"You drag Asuna along to have her teach the rest of the set?" Shirou asked, amused.
Kirito paused, a complex expression crossing his face. "You know, I haven't... I haven't introduced them, yet." Kirito said. "I feel like it would be... like I was pushing something on Asuna."
Shirou considered that. "She is pretty busy, anyway, as the Guild Vice Commander."
"You can call her [Guild Babysitter]. It's fine." Kirito replied, wry.
"You don't." Shirou countered. "Not to her face, anyway."
"Or in front of Ilya." Kirito agreed.
Shirou considered that. "Yes." He nodded. He glanced up. Kirito still had a slightly jittery look. Shirou wondered whether to let the subject stay changed or drag it back.
He would face it head on. "So you don't want to make Asuna feel obligated to look after more people?" Shirou said.
Kirito opened his mouth, but then paused. "Kind of? I mean she's already trying to figure out how to properly use those [Titan's Hand] guys that Ilya dropped on us, and our party dynamic during Boss Fights is still kind of a mess, so I don't want to... I guess I don't want to make her think I can't take care of some Mid Liners I volunteered to look after?" He shook his head. "But I feel a little guilty too, like I'm hiding it from her instead."
The closest experience Shirou could think of was the Archery Club. He liked helping other people, so he hadn't minded cleaning up the dojo, or teaching the Freshmen how to look after the bow, or stuff like that. But there had been a gap. For him Archery was a way to meditate, and a way to kill. Even those years before the Grail War, he hadn't said anything, but for him, it had been a way to walk with death, to refine his spirit as a magic-user. For the other students, even if they took it seriously, it was a competition, a sport. It wasn't something Shirou wanted to explain, and the deeper his understanding got, the bigger that gap felt. Even if the way he did it had been rough, Shinji had given him an excuse to leave, and he had seized it, and his heart hadn't wavered even seeing the hurt on Mitsuzuri's face.
Was that was the gap between Kirito and the Black Cats?
Kirito understood what the [Death Game] meant. Even if he didn't understand the true risks of magecraft, Kirito understood that Kayaba was holding a virtual gun to his head, the hammer cocked and the finger easing up against the trigger every time his HP bar went into the red. And even so, Kirito pushed himself enough that his HP went into the red.
But when he had sparred the Black Cats, they hadn't been the same. Their lack of desperation while they fought against him, the way they wilted, they didn't understand what it meant to willingly step into a tiger's jaws. They understood the danger with their heads, but they hadn't really accepted it in their hearts. No, that wasn't quite right. Sacchi had understood, but instead of pushing forward, she shrank back.
"I think as long as you protect the Black Cats, it will be fine." Shirou finally decided. "Asuna has picked up heavy responsibility on the Front Line, and the Cats aren't Front Liners. You should introduce them when you get the chance, but you're right it's not fair to put even more onto Asuna's shoulders."
"I guess." Kirito agreed, an uncertain smile on his face.
Even Shirou could tell the pause after that was getting awkward.
"So!" Kirito said, clapping his hands. "Sasamaru!"
"It would be good if you pushed him to include all three of his elements." Shirou mused, leaning back, pursing his lips as he considered.
Ah, since he was a spear-user who focused on thrusting skills and had three elements, how about a Sankaku Yari? A style of traditional Japanese spear, where the cross-section of the spear's blade was a triangle, either equilateral or, less often, isosceles. They weren't suited for slashing, but they could punch through armor. That was fine because Sasamaru relied entirely on thrusts anyway. Traditionally yari blades were long and straight, with an extended tang that was bolted into a shaft, much like a katana. That way, Shirou could still lean on his [Sword Smithing] to make it. And each of the three sides of the blade could be engraved with a symbol for each of Sasamaru's three elements.
Using the Empedoclean symbology, elements were represented as different drawings of triangles. That had good symbolic overlap with the geometry of the Three-Side Spear they would be engraved on. That syllogism would increase the mystic link between the spear and the three elements. Fire was an equilateral triangle pointed up, Air was an equilateral triangle pointed up with a second line through it, and Ether... hmn. Empedocles, the philosopher who first proposed the Four Classical Elements, didn't include Ether. That was added later by Aristotle. Therefore it didn't have a true Empedoclean symbol. Some people represented Ether as two overlapping triangles like a star of David, and another popular sign was a circle.
Shirou quickly made a pair of prototypes for the spearhead, one marked with the overlapping triangles and the other with the circle.
"Oh, I get it." Kirito said. "Three equal sides, each primed for an element?"
"Yeah." Shirou replied. "But I'm not sure about the balance on the [Ether] sides... can you give them a try?"
"Sure." Kirito said, reaching out to accept them from Shirou's hands. He frowned slightly and his eyes unfocused as he poured magic power into them, shaping an attack spell into both blades.
"There." Kirito said, blinking. "That's what [Psy Duck] looks like."
Compared to the various ways that Kirito and Ilya used Ether to improve their attacks, it wasn't very impressive.
"The balance is off." Shirou muttered.
Kirito grimaced. "A little? This one," he shook the one with the double-triangle mark, "feels a little better, but it definitely feels like the spell is kind of... getting shunted out the side? Yeah, the balance is off."
Shirou clicked his tongue. Neither sign had the conceptual weight of the Fire and Air signs. The lopsided response offended his aesthetic sense, so he frowned, considering what he should do.
Ah, how about Trigrams? Three of yang (unbroken) or yin (broken in half) lines, stacked one-over-another, making a total of eight different symbols.
Yang-yang-yang was Tien, which meant Heaven or Sky and matched Aristotle's assertion that a fifth element was needed to represent the unchanging heavens, while yang-yin-yang was Fire and yang-yang-yin was Wind.
Although the cultural foundation of the symbols were further removed from the signs than was ideal, they wouldn't be unbalanced by different historical weight like the Empedoclean signs would be.
Nodding to himself, Shirou made a third prototype, this one with the three Hexagrams marked on the three sides. He hammered it quickly and smoothly, and then pulled it out, turning to present it to Kirito.
Kirito looked down at the two blades he was still holding, and up at the third one in Shirou's hand. Quickly, he stuck the one in his right hand in his mouth, gripping it between his teeth so it stuck sideways out past his cheek.
"Thfee Thword Thyle," Kirito said, reaching out to grab the third one in his now-free right hand, applying the spell to it as well. "Onee-Geehlee!" He announced, tilting his head and swinging all three in parallel before striking a pose.
Shirou narrowed his eyes, Grasping the difference in performance that the Trigrams made.
Kirito spat out the one in his mouth, grabbing it with his right hand again, shuffling them so that the two blades were pinched between his fingers as they hung down.
"You know," Kirito said, "It's actually super-embarrassing when you just look serious during a gag like that."
"That just means your soul doesn't burn hot enough." Shirou blandly replied.
Kirito blinked, before grinning. "Well at least you get these jokes. I tried it on Asuna-ojou-sama and she just asked me what I thought I was doing."
"Anyway I think that one turned out well." Shirou said. "I don't see how I could improve it on another iteration, to be honest."
"Cool." Kirito agreed, before he lobbed the third blade back to Shirou. "Here, catch."
Shirou smoothly snagged it out of the air, tapping open the [Blacksmithing] skill to add the haft. He'd already gotten some high-quality wood from the Cats, so he used that.
"There." He said, as the menu closed and the shaft materialized onto the blade. "That should do it."
"Yeah, that's slick." Kirito agreed, testing it before storing it away in his inventory.
"Who should we do next? Sacchi?" Shirou asked.
"I think she's going to be the hardest." Kirito admitted.
Shirou paused before responding. "I agree." He considered what to say next, before deciding to just ask directly. "Why is she even in the same [Guild] as the rest of them?"
It wasn't like the four boys were particularly talented, but they were at least enthusiastic. They enjoyed being Mid Liners, and they felt satisfaction from helping to clear the game, no matter how small their help was. Because Shirou respected that, he hadn't felt any hesitation at taking up Kirito's request to improve their gear.
But Sacchi was different. In terms of personality, she was a Rear Liner at best. Passive enough to be Retired. Shirou thought she would be a lot happier staying in a [Safe Zone] and working as a Crafter or such.
"Oof." Kirito grunted. "Well, I mean, this is talk from before, so it's not something you should spread around,"
"Right." Shirou agreed, nodding.
Kirito nodded back, continuing, "But they were from the same high school, and they started playing the game together, and then they stuck together after the [Official Launch] for emotional support."
"That makes sense." Shirou said, considering. "I could tell that they really cared for each other, but their cooperation was... unprofessional. Sacchi was the worst."
Kirito winced at that. "Yeah. She helps out as a Supporter, when she can. I think only Ilya has a larger prana capacity, so she maintains all the [Pack Animal Familiars] and has that [Extension Cord] spell to provide prana to the other guild-members. And yes, that's really what they named it, I didn't have anything to do with that one." Kirito paused to take in a breath. "But she's shifted roles a couple times. She started as Spear DPS like Sasamaru but it didn't really work, and then she had a sword/shield combo for a while and that was even worse, and last I saw she had a bow equipped and was okay at that."
"Yes, that was the primary weapon she used against me." Shirou replied. It was better in the sense she didn't have an instinct for melee, but she was a mediocre shot at best.
"Yeah they told me about that." Kirito said, amusement creeping into his tone. "What part of bare-handed arrow parrying is [Going Easy], anyway?"
"One time I grabbed one out of the air and stabbed Tetsuo in the eye." Shirou admitted. "I knew it was a little much even at the time, but the opening was perfect, so I just went for it."
"They didn't share that story with me." Kirito said, in full gossip mode.
"Yeah, they all froze afterward, I seriously thought I had bypassed the [Safe Zone] damage nullification somehow." Shirou continued.
"Anyway, for Sacchi, she hasn't really settled on a weapon yet." Kirito said. "I mean, honestly I hesitate to have you make her something, because then she'll feel obligated to use it because it's Rare Gear, but leaving only her out would be bullying, so that's no good either. If it was something bland like a casting support tool, that might be best?"
Shirou paused, hesitating. "I think it might be a little presumptive for me to make her an athame."
"What?" Kirito replied.
"Well, you know," Kirito clearly didn't, "she's your student, not mine, so it would be a bit tasteless of me to make her one. If you were graduating her then I could go all out as a commencement gift, but athame-crafting is really something that should be done for one's own sake if possible, and with the direct master's help if necessary." A magus should make their own general-purpose support tools. It wasn't like Shirou particularly respected the formalities of the Mage Association, but Rin was strict about such things. Honestly if it hadn't been about swords then Shirou probably wouldn't have been charmed by the idiosyncrasy of it.
"You and Ilya get hung up on the weirdest lore." Kirito decided.
"There's something else, though." Shirou said, thinking back.
"Yeah?" Kirito said.
"So I disarmed her, and she pulled her backup weapon. Just this dagger." Shirou began. "And I was pressuring her. Testing her. And she wasn't doing too well, just swinging wildly trying to cover her retreat." Shirou grimaced. It hadn't been pretty, and he'd felt like a bully. But it was better for him to test her limits than for her to run up against them in the field.
"She never got close to hitting me, but..." Shirou couldn't explain it. He wasn't the type that relied on unparalleled instinct like Saber. His senses weren't honed that sharply.
But even so. Those wild, awkward, inefficient swings...
Something about them was dangerous. Something about them made Shirou take them seriously. It wasn't his instincts as a fighter. It had been his insight as a magic-user. It wasn't something he could really articulate. It was like she had something, some talent that was still locked up inside her.
Shirou thought he could help her pull it out. Whatever it was she could unlock with a sword, that much he was confident of. Shirou could help awaken it, whatever [It] was.
But should he?
If it was a Front Liner or even a regular Mid Liner, then he wouldn't worry about it. If it was something that would improve survival, that could increase their battle power, then there was no problem. The side effects of forcibly awakening a spiritual trait could be at least accepted if not embraced, as long as it was someone that genuinely thought it was worth it to do so. But that wasn't where Sacchi was at. Fundamentally she was a civilian, and wanted to remain a civilian. Forcing herself to confront something inside herself for more power, she would hesitate. She wasn't a Front Liner like that.
"Never mind." Shirou said. Seeing the annoyance evolving on Kirito's face, he hastened to head off the complaints about being deliberately mysterious. "It's just a guess, and I'm not sure enough to even put it in words yet."
"If you say so." Kirito grumped.
Shirou decided to get back on track.
"So ranged attacks would be better than melee," Shirou summarized, "and it should leverage her large prana capacity."
"Something like a [Rod of Magic Missile] would probably be best." Kirito agreed.
"What about that thing you pulled out against that last Boss?" Shirou asked. "Where you swung your sword and an Ether Shadow of the blade spun out to slash the enemy at range?"
"The [Linker Beam]?" Kirito confirmed. "Yeah, actually, that might be good."
Compared to the energy blasts that Ilya used and the [Magic Missile], the [Linker Beam] was something Kirito had come up with after they'd been working on the [Lightsaber].
What Kirito did was, he filled the Sword up with prana, treating the blade as a mold for ether rather than soaking the prana into the blade like Reinforcement. And then, he swung the sword, like he was throwing the ether-casting out of the mold. Like that, a sword-shaped beam of prana was flung out like a boomerang. Because of the resonance of history, Shirou could even see that Kirito had gotten the idea from looking sideways at their [Lightsaber] prototypes.
Shirou gathered the name [Linker Beam] was some kind of video game joke from the exasperated sigh Ilya had made when he announced the name. Especially since Ilya had immediately responded it wasn't that useful if Kirito could only use it at max HP, but Kirito had immediately replied his was an improved version. That kind of back-and-forth banter had made it clear they both got the reference, but the moment had passed for Shirou to ask.
"You want to make her a sword that's a [Mystic Code] for that spell, then?" Shirou asked.
Kirito nodded. "Yeah, and don't give it a name like usual. Give it something that works out to seven, like [Sacchi] does."
"Do they use enough Numerology for it to matter?" Shirou asked.
Kirito made an awkward half-smile. "Enough? I've taught them some, anyway. At least, as much as isopsephic reduction, and how that improves sympathy. You might have seen that I finally gave my own sword a [True Name] as well, right?"
Shirou nodded. "[Ether Divider], was it?"
Kirito blinked. "Um, yes...? Anyway the sum of [Ether Divider] is 73, so the number is One. Likewise, [Kirito] adds up to 37, so my name-number is also One. I was really happy when I got it so that they had the same digits even on the first summation, without having it just be a reshuffle of the same letters. Plus the reference to both my one element and a math operation. And at the same time, [Dividing] is what a sword does, splitting something in two. Just a lot of sympathetic weight packed into the name."
It even worked as a kenning, the old way that English and Danes used to refer to things by allusion, like naming a sword "Damage Twig."
"Anyway, don't finish the sword, or more precisely, don't give the sword a name until I come up with something good."
"It would work better if I included the name in the basic concept." Shirou replied.
"Ugh, I can't, like, perform on command." Kirito complained.
"I believe in you." Shirou replied. It was the perfect counterattack to shut down complaining. It was like a magic spell that ended any resistance. At least, when used against Ilya. Shirou was trying not to wear it out. Still, looking at Kirito's face, he wasn't fooled.
"Fine." Kirito said with a heavy sigh, as he tapped open his menu. Oh, even if he wasn't fooled, he still bought it.
"Just let me work for a bit." Kirito continued, manipulating something only he could see, occasionally tapping at his holographic keyboard.
Yes, if it was a "mystic code for one spell" where the name was important, then he should include that in the concept of creation. It wasn't the same as Kirito's sword, which was designed to be an extension of his body and style. Something like that should naturally accept whatever name the owner gave it, but this sword would be an independent existence lending power to Sacchi, rather than an extension of her own abilities. So an independent name would improve the sword's innate ego, giving it independent spirit.
"Alright, I have it." Kirito announced. "Please name the sword [Spirit Cutter]. That works out to [Seven], just like [Sacchi] does."
"Yosh." Shirou said, turning to the forge.
[Spirit Cutter]... obviously it retained the same Ether reference that Kirito's blade did, but [Cutter] was a little more restrictive. If a sword could be used for cutting or thrusting, then that kind of name precluded half of that. Still, that wasn't a bad thing, since it was intended for use with an imbedded spell activating by swinging the sword.
A cutter with a boomerang-like effect. A scimitar was good. Yeah, and not too heavy either, since Sacchi wasn't that strong. But put enough weight into the blade, with the center of gravity far out, that it had to complete the swing once it started, not something that would be much use for feinting. That kind of high-level combat technique was beyond Sacchi anyway.
Shirou worked quickly, pulling out the [Steel Ingot] and confidently hammering it into shape as soon as it materialized.
"You know, I just noticed this," Kirito said from behind him, "But don't you need to set the item parameters before you actually start blacksmithing?"
"I don't need that anymore." Shirou replied, a little distracted. Once he had the prototype visualized, he could just feed that directly to [Cardinal], a sort of reverse [Structural Grasp], without having to go through the [Skill Menu].
"...Right." Kirito finally said. Shirou didn't really understand what his heavy tone was for, but it didn't matter.
And with one last blow, it was done.
"There." Shirou said, turning and handing the finished blade to Kirito. He thought it had come out well.
Kirito took it, pausing for a moment and closing his eyes. After a beat, he looked up at Shirou with a slanted expression. "The stats are weirdly lopsided but perfect for what we're intending, and when I [Grasp] this, there's like... it's like there's a hole in the middle of the sword waiting for me to plug the spell formula into it."
"Of course." Shirou said, blinking. Wasn't that exactly what they had discussed.
"Never mind." Kirito said with a wry smile.
"Three down, two to go." Shirou said. "Only Keita and Ducker left."
"If you had a hard time with Tetsuo, then I guess Keita would be even more difficult for you." Kirito mused.
"I know what you mean." Shirou admitted, feeling slightly rueful.
The Guild-leader, Keita. A familiar-master who technically used a staff as his weapon. The intention was probably something like, the staff would be a magic rod to improve his control, but the effect actually provided by the staff was negligible, as far as Shirou could tell while he was sparring them. A staff for augmenting spellcasting could only incidentally count as an 'Armament' to Shirou. It wasn't a tool for melee combat. The things directly engaged in melee combat were those furniture golems.
"You think I should make him some furniture to animate?" Shirou asked, feeling uncertain.
Kirito snorted. "Like the table?"
Shirou winced. A huge mirror-surfaced, under-lit table that dominated the Guild conference room. Although the novelty had worn off for everyone else, Ilya still enjoyed it a lot. Unfortunately, while Shirou knew he was willing to put up with Ilya's foibles, and Kirito often enjoyed playing along with her shenanigans, Asuna had extremely little patience with nonsense. As a result, getting together to plan Boss Raids had gotten a lot more... there was a lot more of those two snapping at each other.
Given the thoughtful expression on Kirito's face, he was thinking about something else. "Keita was the one who led the way on making that monstrosity, actually. I don't know that making furniture for him to turn into a golem is the right direction."
"Yeah." Shirou agreed. "I see what you mean."
Shirou was a specialist at making swords. He could apply some of that skill to making furniture, say a steel bench. But compared to what Keita could accomplish as a specialist who constructed furniture for use as a golem, it wasn't like Shirou could do better. In that case, what was the point in Shirou making something for Keita?
There was a way, however. Rather than applying his skills at making swords, apply his approach as an enchanter with exposure to many Noble Phantasms. Borrow the weight of many years of legend to make something that was conceptually heavy.
Well, if it was something like a "Table of Legend", then there actually was one that instantly and obviously came to his mind, but Shirou hesitated, and paused, searching his feelings; and he found he was surprised at his own hesitation, and a little ashamed of it.
It was true that Shirou couldn't see any way Keita could use it. But just because Shirou couldn't see the benefit, that didn't mean anything when Keita was a specialist at using them after all.
No, what surprised him wasn't that he didn't think Keita could use it. It was that Shirou didn't want to share.
Something like selfishness, had he ever felt that before? Even as a small child, from the time Kiritsugu had saved him, Shirou hadn't minded sharing his toys with other kids. Even when Sakura had started coming over, he hadn't minded sharing his kitchen with her. Even though he resented her pushing him out, he hadn't complained too much, because it was something she had wanted.
The Knights of the Round Table. It had been special to her, so Shirou didn't want anyone else to use it.
But was that fair to Keita? Shirou sighed, running his hand through his hair as he debated with himself.
When he opened his eyes, he was looking at the forge's fire, and realized he was getting way ahead of himself.
In the first place, whether Keita made a [Round Table]-themed familiar was up to him, not up to Shirou. Shirou was someone who made swords. He couldn't make a [Round Table] whether it was a mythical artifact, a Furniture-type Familiar, or even just a regular table that happened to be round.
He was getting too caught up in his own feelings, without thinking about what was good for the client. Besides all that, it wasn't like he was working alone right now.
"Kirito, what do you think would be good?" Shirou said.
Kirito hummed. "Leaving aside you two working together to make the obvious answer, let's approach the question from another angle. It's not like Keita equips [Familiars] as a weapon, it's more like he's a Pet-user and you're thinking about upgrading his Pets' gear rather than his gear."
Shirou thought about that, ignoring whatever Kirito thought the obvious answer was. "You're saying I should make a sword for his golems, instead of him."
Kirito nodded. "Yeah, like... chairs have arms, right, so strap a sword to one. Heck you could equip a shield on the other one."
Shirou made an unenthusiastic face. It was a good idea to make weapons for the furniture rather than Keita directly, but what Kirito was describing was starting to anthropomorphize too much. Compared to what Keita actually used, for example, that upright dresser-thing that had spooked him from behind so he had knocked it down and pinned it in place with a dozen swords. Perhaps a sword could be included among the black threads that had tried to drag him in?
And why stop at one sword? Ten-odd blades to go in that thing, a few to hide in that lamp with the hypnotizing bulb, and so on.
No, he was getting ahead of himself. In the first place, it would be better to just provide the blades and let Keita decided the best way to install them, or even design a new furniture golem that would include them properly from the very beginning. Shirou couldn't really read the process of their making out of them just by looking. Since they weren't armaments, he would need to properly cast [Structural Grasp] to get that data, and he just hadn't had the chance. Well, obviously it wasn't like he would have been able to perfectly memorize the data either, but he could still have recalled the gist.
"Rather than that, I think I should just provide him a set of [Hidden Blades], and let Keita install and incorporate them however he wants." Shirou finally responded. "I mean, if idea is to let him decided how his Furniture should be armed, just go all the way with it."
Yes, so really he just needed to decide on a good number on blades.
"Kirito," Shirou continued, while the other boy was still considering what he said before, "What would be a good number of swords to give to Keita?"
"One." Kirito immediately responded. He must have seen something on Shirou's face, because he explained, "K-E-I-T-A is two plus five plus nine plus two plus one, so it's seven plus twelve. That's nineteen, so nine plus one is ten, and one plus zero is one, so one."
"Hm." Shirou considered. Nineteen was a good number, or rather, it sounded more like the scope that he was thinking of. Enough that there were too many for them to develop individually stronger identities, but not so many that Keita would lose track of some. Plus, while something like 47 and invoking the 47 rounin could be interesting, Shirou felt like that would be more swords than Keita could handle.
"It's prime though." Shirou mused. It wasn't like Keita could evenly split it so that each piece of furniture had two swords or three swords, or even give his dresser a round fraction like a third or half, appropriate for a trump card.
"Yeah." Kirito considered, tapping his chin. "Maybe give one to Ducker?"
"Ducker, huh." Shirou thought about the only member of the [Black Cats] they hadn't discussed yet. "I kind of see where you're coming from because he cooperated with Keita a lot, trying to sneak attack from behind while the furniture corralled people." It hadn't worked against Shirou. Compared to the ninjas who constantly threw the enemy off-balance by alternating sneak attacks, Ducker was more like an unexpected trump card. But it was a kind of behavior that fundamentally lacked endurance, because it wasn't something the guild planned to use more than once against any particular opponent.
More than that, Ducker needed something that reflected his individuality. Like all the Black Cats, he needed something to affirm how he fit in with his friends, not just a weapon that was powerful but ego-less.
"I like giving Keita and Ducker part of a set." Kirito explained. "Especially if it's something like, out of a set of 19, Keita attacks with the first 18, and then Ducker is the secret finisher with the last and final blade. Like that."
Shirou nodded. "That's good, but I think even if it's part of the same set, Ducker's needs to fit Ducker particularly. Maybe if it's a cane-sword, a more orthodox hidden weapon? As opposed to weapons that are intended to be hidden in furniture." Shirou paused. "And I'll need your help if you want to explicitly include that [19th Blow] thing as a stable ritual that automatically operates. That's [Mystic Code] territory, rather than just increasing the mystic sympathy by including the number."
"Yeah, I can agree with that." Kirito said. "And you're planning to start right away, huh?"
Shirou had been eying the forge. "It was that obvious?"
Kirito sighed. "Yeah. Listen, I'm going to finish the enchantment on Sacchi's sword, so let me know if you finish before I do, okay?"
It was a useless question. Shirou knew that whoever finished first would quietly wait without interrupting the second one, and he knew that Kirito knew it, as well. Still, he approved of Kirito's consideration.
"Sure, but I'm going to finish first." Shirou replied blandly, as he turned to the forge, grabbing his hammer and hefting it a few times to find the perfect grip.
"Oh it's on now." Kirito said. "Loser pays for dinner."
"Sure." Shirou said, distracted. His mind had already filled with swords.
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1) Like I said in the idea thread, this one and 15.2 have been partially complete for a long time... then a week ago I had an idea, and rewrote this entire thing (ie, with Kirito). Well, let me know how it turned out, if it was too chunky or whatever.
2) Yes Shirou is seriously holding himself to the standards of tribute master craftsman paid to the King of Everyone during the Age of Legends. Rin isn't around to tell him he's being absurd. Since his only exposure to real magic armaments is "Noble Phantasms, mostly from the Age of Legends, maybe the Age of Gods", his common sense has a strange calibration.
3) What is the "obvious answer" that Kirito was thinking of? "Furniture+Swords", I'm curious to see if you folks in the audience can guess what I was alluding to.
4) That thing with Sacchi's hidden talent? If you already know what I'm getting at (from the Idea thread), then don't ruin it for the people who don't.
5) It's been a while, huh...? Well, now that I'm back in the saddle, let's cross our fingers that I will stay in the saddle.