chapter 16

Arowen went out of the commander's office a weight out of his shoulders, he spent too much time stuck in this base, and after watching the old man using haki, it left him itching for it, he really wanted to learn haki as soon as possible, not to mention the rokushiki, if he wants to learn them he will need to move out to the HQ, it is the only place where they teach the martial art, so he decided to fully commit to his training now, there will be no goofing around but before that he needs to pay a visit to his friend and do some bragging

"hey! Swara wassup man"

"fk off! what do you need now" Swara was once again angry at Arowen interrupting his research, he was now in his lab at the back of the clinic, mixing some unholy things wearing a gas mask while fumes were rising from a dozen apparatus, Arowen was watching everything curiously

"don't touch anything! I don't need another explosion, don't you think you ruined my work enough already" some bad shit happened before when Arowen started touching things in Swaras lab but that's a story for another day

"common man, it wasn't that bad, did you forget how my tinkering helped you finish that thing, what was it called, growth hormone?"

"what the fk man? you got lucky once and you think that you are a chemist now, or should i remind you of how many times you ruined my lab?"

"Sheesh, man relax, relax, you don't need to play that dirt card with me, it was an accident, an accident"

"yeah! accident my ass, so why did you come? you don't seem to be on death door as usual"

"keep rubbing it, just keep rubbing it, anyway I came to show you this" Arowen lifted his sword to eye level and knocking a glass container with some green bubbling fluid to the floor, leaving it corroded, the fluid seemed to be some sort of strong acid

"get the fk out man!"Swara was fuming as he screamed at Arowen, his hands in the air, and spit flying from his mouth

"ok ok shill man, you gonna catch a heart attack" Arowen said as he moved to the door

"you bastard will give me a heart attack" Swara was fuming, this friend of his always brings him trouble

Arowen was waiting on a bed waiting for Swara to cool down, he was already familiar with the man, he knew that he needs some time to get his anger in check, he caused it of course but it's not his fault, no wait it really is, he didn't know why by but each time he got into the lab some weird shit happens, he either destroy something by accident or his curiosity did, but Swara forgives him at the end of the day, so no harm was done, except for a few times like when he mixed 2 chemicals an explosion occurs and they were both stuck with pink skin for a week, or that time when they lost all their hair, or that time they .... and the list goes on

"dude, when will you stop messing around in my workspace"

"Sorry, I will try not to touch anything next time"

"*sigh* you say this every time, I am really starting to question why we're still friends"

"cause I am awesome, and handsome, and amazing..." he went on to boost his ego more, Arowen would only act this way with those he considers close, and Swara knows that, and even though he causes him a lot of problems, he is a good friend, a dependable one so he tolerate his quirks

"*sigh* just stop bragging man, so what's up with that sword of yours, you seem to finally have your dream weapon from that shit-eating grin of yours"

"yeah! very happy, you know why I needed the blood ..." Arowen trails off, he likes to speak this way giving clues and waiting for others to conclude, and he knew his friend was a smart guy

"you mean THAT!" Swara was already familiar with Arowens character and pointed to the sword "but how? I don't see in any way how using blood to forge a weapon would be of any help, did you loose your mind or something"

"no-no, man hear me out, I met this guys shop in the city, he was an old man, at first I wasn't convinced that I will find a weapon in his store it was empty and this happened, and then that, and that and ...." Arowen told him the story and Swara was kind of dumbfounded

"So you telling me, you met an old monster, who is an expert at forging, and he made you a legendary weapon from a legendary metal, that needed your blood to ease the process, and all that for a measly sum of many because he liked you"

"yes!"

"do you think I am stupid?"

"no, I really am telling the truth"

Swara wasn't convinced and said

"ok then let me see this legendary sword of yours" Arowen passed the sword, and when Swara held it, he was surprised by how heavy it was, and from what he could see it was a work of art, so maybe it was true after all, but when tried to unsheathe it, it didn't budge no matter how much strength he put on it/

"didn't you get swindled, it doesn't even move, isn't this a fake" Arowen was puzzled, so he took it back and unsheathed it easily, surprising Swara

"how come?" (Swara)

"interesting"(Arowen)

Arowen then sheathed it again and handed it back to Swara to try once more

"you try again?" and the same Swara couldn't make it budge, Arowen took it back and unsheathed it this time fully, Swara was captivated by the beauty of the sword, he never saw something like that before and reached to grab it, but once he touched it a suction force acted on his hand and blood bloomed from it, the pain made him retract his hand quickly

"What is that?" Swara was surprised

"I don't know" so was Arowen, for him when he touched the sword nothing happened but when Swara did he got injured, and after a few minutes of talk Arowen bid farewell to Swara informing him that he will increase his training intensity and that he should be ready to receive him, making the latter sigh in exasperation