Enveloped in a blood-red haze, he strode forward, hand gripping the life-slaughtering blade, just as legends told of the King of Mt. Oe strolling upon the great roads of Heiankyo, killing all, destroying all.
Treading upon bones, what he brought was despair.
That was truly... marvelous!
"The name..." Usually Degree's lips quivered with excitement as he stepped forward eagerly, wanting to know, "Does it have a name, Mr. Huai Shi?"
Huai Shi paused for a moment and looked down at the weapon in his hand.
"A name?"
There, on the blade, faint and ancient text began to emerge—a blessing left by the Forgers of the past, a language that now only Huai Shi could understand.
If it were to be described in the words of the Current Circumstances, it would be just four characters.
——Birth, Age, Sickness, Death.
This was the essence born from infinite despair.
"Grudge."
A familiar voice came from the side. "Just call it 'Grudge.'"
Silence fell in an instant. A strange figure appeared beside Huai Shi, took the great Tachi from his hands, swung it proficiently a few times, and nodded in satisfaction.
"For a beginner, this is an exceptionally good result. Well done, Huai Shi."
Yuan Yuan's eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief.
Who was that woman! Why did she act so familiar with his teacher! She was even leaning on him! And she wanted to get close to Huai Shi...
He instinctively reached for his waist but realized he hadn't brought the Mountain Monarch with him.
Huai Shi, too, was taken aback, looking at Tong Ji before him. He had no idea why she would suddenly appear before other people.
But when she looked over with a smile, he resigned himself. Alright, she must have come out to play on a whim.
Then, Tong Ji raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
The pause button was pressed.
She turned her head back, looking at Huai Shi teasingly. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"No, I'm just not used to you showing up outside." Huai Shi shook his head and looked around. "Is it okay?"
"What if it isn't?" Tong Ji leaned in closer, examining his eyes. "Leaking information could be very troublesome... Would you help me silence them?"
"...You're dreaming." Huai Shi rolled his eyes. "You're beyond saving. Just wait for death. Goodbye."
"Alright, I'll stop joking—as your Contractor, I should share the moment of your first great forging achievement with you," Tong Ji said. She lowered her head, fiddling with the Great Tachi Resentment, which was taller than herself, excitedly critiquing it. "The use of Alchemy Fire and the Hand of Confinement can be rated perfect, but the Forger's furnace isn't that easy to handle. There was a minor error, probably due to lack of experience, but it can be fixed.
"The final result is, undeniably, superior!
"Congratulations, Huai Shi, you're already an excellent Alchemist."
"I'm still far from it."
Huai Shi shook his head. "You said it yourself, it's 'Grudge,' right? Not 'Despair.'"
Although the outcome was still excellent, it was missing the final touch of perfection.
It couldn't transform the radiating 'Grudge' into internalized 'Despair.'
Lacking purity.
"This can be enhanced later on. The advantage of a Forger's skill over Alchemy is the continuous improvement of the work, rather than determining the final outcome the moment it emerges from the Alchemy," Tong Ji sighed.
"Moreover, don't make the mistake of comparing yourself with the wrong peers, Huai Shi. Whether it's the Ivory Tower or the Iron Crystal Throne, or even the Stone Pot Society, the Alchemists you've seen are, without exception, geniuses among geniuses, one-in-a-million outstanding individuals, some even unattainably Great Grandmasters.
"It's not wrong to set high standards, but if you always look up, life can be exhausting.
"You haven't been through lengthy practice and tempering since childhood, nor have you invested the enormous effort they have in pursuit of miracles. To be mentioned alongside them with your mediocre talent in Alchemy already shows how precious your achievement is."
As she spoke, in Tong Ji's hands, the Great Tachi Resentment once again disintegrated into countless feathers and vanished into the air.
And Huai Shi felt his Soul being armed with yet another ferocious Source Armament.
Huai Shi paused, his brow furrowing involuntarily.
"So, you've noticed, haven't you?" Tong Ji asked.
Huai Shi nodded.
It wasn't just the Blade of Resentment; including the Axe of Anger, nearly all the weapons still had the potential for further advancement. What astonished him was that he had originally believed the Sword of Virtue to be the most complete among all his Source Armaments.
But now, it seemed to be The Sorrow of Index?
Not only that, but in terms of sheer completeness, The Sorrow of Index was just a step away from becoming a fully realized Border Relic, one that could continue to exist even after Huai Shi's death.
Incomprehensible.
Yet it was indeed different from the other weapons.
Huai Shi finally remembered the spoils of war he had acquired in Xiematai: the items given to him as an advance payment for accepting Little Cat's commission to kill the other princes.
The Lock Chain that had combined with The Sorrow of Index!