The Destruction of Batana
IRON HANDS 4
During the trip Victor explained to me various things about the Blacksmith City. One of the most symbolic buildings of the city is the gigantic building with 700 floors located right in the heart of the city. The shape of the building is like a giant hand holding a drill. That place is a mining company. I can see the building from a distance.
Victor gave me various information about shopping centers, health services, playgrounds, and various facilities in this city. Traveling is not boring. Until I arrived at my destination. A most modest building among the magnificent buildings I witnessed along the way.
The building is big like a giant warehouse. It just looks like a workshop that has been neglected for a long time. The iron walls were filled with rust that was tanned in color. Various items lying just in front of the building.
“Hopefully your day is fun.” Victor clinks softly. Then it passed leaving me who was standing in front of the worn-out building while putting on a confused face.
I decided to knock on the gate of the building. As soon as I knocked on it, I could hear my knocking sound echoing in the room. His voice was very deafening and made me grieve. I cringe. Does Tatu really live in this place?
Until the gate opens. The sound of iron rubbing against the floor was enough to make me cover both my ears while shivering in horror. The gate opened perfectly, a small robot the size of a cat that looks not proportional to welcome me. on his body hung two hands that protruded to the floor. It looks like it's sweeping the floor. The robot's head is rectangular and shows only a simple, bright blue expression. His face looks happy.
“I want to meet with Tatu. Does he live here?” I asked doubtfully.
The robot just let out a buzzing sound that I can't explain. He smiled as he nodded his head and waved his hand. I think he just told me to follow him. I followed. The smell of rusty iron filled the room filled with junk. Some mosses and wild plants even propagate between cracked floors and walls of buildings. Until I heard a crowd in one of the rooms. Is that a tattoo?
The little robot came into the room. I just stood in front of the room. Dare not to peek. Sure enough, the noise had come from the tattoo. He came up to me with a sweat that soaked his face. His face looks dirty. He was wearing worn gloves filled with oil. It smells even worse than rusty iron.
“HAHAHA! Look who's coming!” The tattoo came up to me and patted me hard on the shoulder.
I scrunched my forehead. That hard punch was enough to make me stroke my shoulder. I just got healed. He could have shifted my bones that had just been broken. I was even a little annoyed when I found out the oil in his hand was imprinting on my shirt like a hand-shaped stamp.
“Let's follow me!” The tattoo waved its big hand. Inviting me to enter a room.
The crowd is getting heard. It seems that Tatu does not live alone in this giant workshop.The more I enter, the more strange objects that move unstable. All of them are dominated by the color of rust brown. Some even surprised me. The tattoo only nags whenever there is a stray object floating towards it. From this place I can even judge the character of the Tattoo.
In a large room with various strange and rusty objects, I encountered four strange people with various unnatural tools attached to their bodies. One of them is Natania, and the rest I don't know. One of them was sitting in a wheelchair. He wears a mask with a hose attached to a wheelchair equipped with four tubes. The figure looks very old and old. He was probably a few dozen years older than Ruzdora. Two more people were narrow-eyed burly men. They both look twin and their hair is reddish with a fabulous model. Both of their hands were coated in iron which was equipped with several circular weapons. They all seem to be arguing. I don't know what to question.
“Hei! We have guests..” The tattoo tries to stop their debate.
They keep arguing. No regard for the speech of the tattoo. The tattoo growled for a moment. preparing to let out its biggest sound. I covered my ears. This noise can drive me crazy.
“I SAID WE HAVE GUESTS!!!” The sound of the tattoo blaring. Making the lights hanging in the sky shake. His huge voice made the four people come to a halt like a display puppet. Leave the sound of lights swinging to and fro.
The tattoo cleared for a moment. “Greet our little friend, son of Batrice Clue. His name is Lian Clue.”
They rushed to me. Except Natania. He's met me twice. Of course this is nothing new. But for the other three, it must have surprised them.
The old man in the wheelchair squinted at me. Staring at me with a glaring look. I glanced towards the Tattoo then looked back at him.
“It's weird, as I recall Batrice's kid isn't this big.” Said the old man while holding his mask.
“Hei! You're cool, man!” The two red-haired twins patted me on the shoulder together. “But you're too skinny for a teenage boy size.” They both spoke almost simultaneously.
Did they just insult me? And hey! Can they not pat my shoulder? I'm sure my bones will shift if treated like this continuously.
“Then I prefer to be called Mr. Ador. It was just that the people here had never appreciated this old man at all. Damnit damnit! Though I'm almost a century.” Ador grunted as he led to a table filled with rusty strange objects.
Laugh tattoo softly, “just ignore the old man. He was always obsessed with himself. Then these two narrow-eyed twins are named Jin and Jun. It was difficult to distinguish the two of them. But you'll soon know their difference from their hair. The mill-haired Jin slightly pointed to the right while Jun pointed to the left.”
I nodded, as soon as Tatu explained that, I immediately knew which one was Jin and which one was Jun.
“Tatu, you said you'd bring a freak who looks like us. But I don't see any weirdness in her body?” Jin asked with a plain face.
Jun nodded. “I've checked it and circled her body, but there's nothing strange about her.”
“Of course he's also weird, I mean weird in another sense.” The tattoo laughed again.
Holy hooch! Are they insulting me or what? I'm sure Tatu called me weird in another sense. Whatdoes thatmean?
“Will I show you.” The tattoo inched and took out a box-shaped tool with a spuit-like muzzle. He flipped my body and placed the device right behind my neck.
The tool is very efficient. Displays the full form of the Emotional Modifer. I even just found out that it looks like a chip with six legs running down my bones. The device is about the size of an adult male thumb with a light blue color. Ruzdora once showed me the shape of the device, just not as detailed and complex as the projection of the tattoo.
“This is really EM?” Ask the two twins at the same time.
Ador who had no interest in coming back to the tattoo and took the box-shaped tool roughly. He squinted his eyes and shuffled the device.
“You are sure this junkyard is not broken?” Ador frowned in disbelief.
“Enak only! It has been working well for eight years. I even wear it to check my stomach ache with this tool.” The tattoo exclaims no acceptance.
Ador's unfriendly-looking face turned radiant. “Gosh! This is good news! You, you can save us, son.” Ador pointed at me.
Natania, who initially seemed unconcerned, approached Ador. “I told you, right? But you consider this story a fake. He's really Batrice Clue's kid. He's exactly the same as he used to be, don't wear a mask anywhere.”
Batrice's words remind me of something. “Wait a minute! If EM blocks my memory, why can I still remember if I haven't worn a mask since I was five?”
Ador grinning. “Of course the tool doesn't completely block your memory, Young Man. The device only filters out some memories that your body does not want. Then hold it inside the tool.”
“That means, can I look back on those memories?”
The tattoo laughed out loud. “Of course you can, what's the point of me sending you here if we can't solve your problem. We need your brain anyway. Uh, I don't mean to actually grab or split your brain, we just want your memory. Well, you know it's just a figure of speech, right?”
