Wrought Iron Magues of Lugunica

Chapter 4

For all that Shirou, looked at himself forward for the day, he felt dread creep on his body, for all the glamour of his ideals, and the ups and downs he had as an enforcer, a rogue and a vigilante. There wasn't truly an answer he searched for during his lifetime of saving, with the holy grail war, the amounting pressure of the one he didn't saved,

And for the first time in his life, he looked back at his life and contemplated for long and long, he've already decided back then but doubts appear here and there, with that all he wanted was, he then asked himself, a lot of things back and forth, staying here for a moment. It's true that he could save other more many people than that, but for the life of him, it always go back to those ideals he cherished,

Despite that all he felt from that was a happiness and joy, he always seemed to see the things unseen, the people unsaved, as if tarnishing him for not being there faster, yet so to he know that hypocrisy, he looked at himself at the mirror on his bed, allowing himself to immerse at it, and he felt himsef shoulders lighten up suddenly, what if he didn't followed his ideals to the letter, he was one man after all and he can't save everyone that a fact he knew from the aftereffects of the holy grail war,

He wanted something not involving the frontlines, and he told himself that he should forget about it for a day and to see if there would be any changes to that, after all it's only a day and not something large of a concern, and with that he breathed in and out, he felt shoulders breathe more as if a weight has been removed, he didn't know what to make of it, he felt his mind try to reason himself not to do so, yet he wanted to try,

Later on, a smile of an expression was seen in his face, a face of a genuine smile, moving onwards, he took clothes that was given by the maids as they were perfectly fit for him, something that he wanted to give them thanks for,  arriving towards the bathroom, there wasn't hot water present but there was one little trick he learned from a mage a chant to make water hot, the molecules in water vibrate normally within a certain bond, 

It was that you could apply magical energy towards the water forcing the molecules to vibrate faster, since molecules generate heat on their own, if the vibrations increase then the more likely the molecules will try to break away from the bonds, the greater the energy the greater the heat, which he looked at the pool of water below him, he muttered in a small chant,

He felt the circuits in his arm light up but not enough for it to be visible, you see mana moves towards the water, and it started boiling within a few seconds, touching the water it felt the apporopiate temperature he quickly went in the pool and relaxed, it was relaxing, and it was plenty early enough, he could feel his eyelids fall asleep but he didn't let it, he was in a mood today and he wanted to explore the place for a bit a place he had in mind,

Quickly drying himself with a towel he carried and prepared his clothes quickly with the one with butler clothes, in honesty he didn't mind with the clothes he used and carried over time that hardly mattered with the things he did, he went outside his room where the garden could be seen, he heard the wonderful smell of plants and the birds chirping,

And looking at the sky and the barely rising sun, he set himself in a meditating pose where he could feel himself relax and breathe in and out, he slowly pumps his body with mana and added mana towards his eyes enhancing it and towards his ears, and the rest of the body, he felt circuits starting up and the increase of the heat of his body, he focuses on the aether surrounding the area,

He focuses on them, he knew that he could create blades with different properties, despite the noble phantasm he released he could still feel the backlash from it despite having an affinity towards blades, it was still painful how nearly couldn't move there. he couldn't do that always there might be the possibility that might knock him out of a fight and dangerous in attrition,

As the aether gathered around him, he visualized himself as a blacksmith, he did practice and watched people when an rare occasion presents itself, he made himself pose as if carrying a sword to form, as if fire surrounded his hands, the flames themselves formed into a sword, he himself willed,  any mage looking at him would probably killed him,

With the amount of safety procedures he just broke, unless you've been using your nerves to form makeshift mana then the heat wouldn't bother him and the precision of care he did with it, molding the sword, or rather the essence of fire taking in the form a sword, it didn't made the sharp clang but rather it vibrated the essence of mana around him, it was a practice and the first time he was creating an artifact,

There were times, where it nearly shimmered out of existence as the metaphorical hit of the hammer he did, nearly broke it and were it didn't do anything as it felt too weak for the hit, he hammered away until the perfect shape toke form, the sword flamed, he smiled at that, he willed his mana hammer thingy to graw smaller, for it was time for the delicate part,

During this part, it was known that you couldn't make something out of completely out of aether as it would eventually fade away, but here? with the amount of mana gathering, though some would say that would be a waste and that the resistance towards it would make the resulting product too expensive for it to be applicable,

Including the fact that any magus worth his salt, could simply try to unravel that artifact by inserting foreign mana in the artifact to try to explode it, but here? he felt an aneurysm as he when the swords he made from the very initial fight at the bar seeemed sharper and more real instead, as because without the myths and the weight for the sword to actually be what it was very frustrating and he locked it up until he solved that dilemma in the future.

As he slowly mold it to the sword, a slight miserror changed the weight, but could be fixed later. He looked at the blade and felt like if it was real, he lifted his hand and smashed the sword, it broke very easily, he frowned at that and lied at the grass below him, he felt himself breathe openly as the amount of mana he tried making on that sword was immense,

He felt someone walking along the grass, to see upon Puck and Emilia looking at him from wonder and astonishment, varying from there, he saw them clap slowly at that and, he wondered if that there was something in what he was doing, seeing as Emilia was someone who contracts with spirits, she might felt the disturbance and try to look at was happening here,

There was wonder and amusement at the show, he smiled politely at them, thought lying at the grass he does look silly, Emilia looked at him and laughed with a childish ring to it, as Puck asked him about what he was doing and he simply replied, " Magic ". Puck looked at him with a blank stare, he couldn't control his laughter at the stoic look the spirit had, Emilia joined with him on that.

They asked questions, he does say answer mostly the truth but most of the questions were mundane and rather questions were what you would ask for a friend which is actually boring but boring does mean that there isn't a problem going and that was fine, he was happy and somehow content with such mundanity of it and Puck was smiling at the end of it, 

Though they had to end it as one of the maids called upon them for breakfast, he wanted to help but he completely forgot about it today, and he decided that he might as well eat breakfast and help clean the dishes instead and ask one of the maids for instructions on what for today's tasks would be, he missed the look of confusion and wariness the Maid sent him, he feigned instead wondering what that was about,

He suddenly shivered at the spot, Emilia looked at him and asks worried, "Are you okay? you feel like as if you had a cold?" He replies with, "No, not really just felt like I forgotten something". Emilia wasn't convinced by it but let it aside considering how Shirou's face didn't want to talk about it, instead he might check the wards he added in that village and add another set in for caution instead, forcing his face to look blankly, your guts screamed for something amiss,

You calmed yourself down instead and marched towards the dinning area, there might be a problem and his guts forcing him to solve the problem and look for the possible solution, it would be in bad case if he does it twice going out without premission from the maids or the lord, after all, if he is going to solve it might as well go out with his belly full and properly awake instead.