THE REBIRTH OF A GENIUS. CREATOR/DESTROYER

Chapter 38. Sam The Tailor II

Jack takes Sam to his room and lays him on his bed and downstairs. He looked at the Black sword placed on the table. He took out the sword and stroked each piece carefully sensing the expert craftsman ship and the superior aura emanating from the sword. The sword in total was less than three feet long and its own blade was slightly more than two feet long. It is a smooth and sharp single edge knife. He could even sense the aura emitted by the beast blood used to extinguish it.

The black sword was so beautiful that it was just a single glance and he wanted to use it and did not want to put it down. He tried to swing the sword and then he felt a slight resistance. The sword is not heavy. That's about 12 kg. But to the cultivators it was light as a feather. But the Black meteorite weapon has special properties whose metal density increases as its rank increases. Now only in rank 2 is not too heavy.

Time slowly passed and Jack simply held onto the sword and tried to use it to get comfortable with it and slowly the resistance started to fade. After a long time, a few hours from noon, Jack heard footsteps from the stairs and he saw Sam walking down the stairs with a calm expression as usual. He got down and sat down and motioned for Jack to sit down.

The two sat there for a while maintaining silence. Sam finally spoke.

"Is that good enough?" Sam asked while looking at the Sword. Jack also saw and felt the sharp edges, then he looked at Sam and said.

"It's more than I could ask for."

"Are you sure, you want to give the rest of the Black Meteorite Sand to me?" Sam asked because he felt that no matter how he looked at it, the deal was really profitable for him alone. After all, making a sword was only about a day for him, nothing else. For a time of day, he did not think that someone was generous enough to present over twenty kilograms of level 2 Meteorite sand.

Looking at Sam's expression, Jack simply shook his head with a faint smile then replied. "I'm useless with that. But a Craftsman like you can make it a real treasure. After all, with me, it would only be more precious sand. After all, if you think the price is too high, then I can ask something from you. You only need to agree to one of my requests in the future, but don't worry, that request won't hurt you."

Sam pondered a little and nodded his head then he stood up and shook the hand of Jack who also stood up. After thinking for a moment, he said. "I have something to do, you can stay here for a while if you want." Jack hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Are you going to make something with the sand of the Black Meteorite?"

Sam just nodded and said nothing more. Jack took a deep breath and said.

"If you don't mind, can I watch it?" Jack asked hesitantly. He knew his request was disrespectful. After all, the techniques of an Artisan were valuable knowledge and not everyone could just look at it. Last night, it still hadn't crossed the line because the sword was made for Jack himself. But today, Sam works for something from his personal use. It's not worth Jack watching.

But he couldn't just convince himself to give up the opportunity to see how Sam would work with the Black Sand meteorite. He felt that Sam's technique was unique and his own, he really wanted to see, how Sam would use the precious raw materials. Sam thought for a moment and said. "certain." The answer is so indifferent. Jack was a bit confused and could not react as Sam moved towards the Forging room. He came out of his daze and ran towards the room, afraid he would miss something.

Sam slowly walked towards the cauldron in the forging room and retrieved a bag of Black Meteorite sand. The bag was still two-thirds full and he poured a quarter of it into the cauldron and he slowly started to heat it up.

After a few hours the powder began to melt and immediately saw a puddle of molten metal. Just as Jack was expecting Sam to do something, he saw Sam pull out the same silk thread he had picked up earlier. This was the same neutral thread of the Heaven spirit silk moth. But this time the number of threads is not a little like before but a large bundle. Sam dipped a bundle of threads and started pulling out while squeezing as he repeated the previous action again and started making threads. The process went on for hours. Seeing this, Jack inevitably felt a little disappointed. He didn't expect Sam to do anything like this again. Suddenly, he realized. Sam immediately agreed because, he had already seen the technique. Jack just sighed.

If Sam knew Jack's thoughts, he would definitely praise him for concluding accurately. Although Sam is convinced that not everyone can use his skills just by watching him and not everyone can copy his ideas, he just wants to be careful. After all, no one can be careful enough in this dog eating dog world. Almost the night when Sam finished making the thread and half the tie was almost dry by the time he finished pulling out the last thread from the cauldron. There was only a small amount of metal left in the cauldron.

Sam took out a woodcut and prepared a mold. He again began to heat the remaining metal, so that it could become an even finer liquid and after that he poured the metal into the mold and let it harden.

Sam left a bundle of threads and sat down as he began to recover his energy. Then only Jack noticed the large thread and was surprised. He was so focused on Sam's technique and busy disappointed, he almost forgot the size of the thread tie. His size was almost two basketballs combined and he had only one thought. 'what would he do with it?'. He simply stared at Sam with anticipation as he waited.

Sam opened his eyes only after it became dark outside. He took the dry pack in his hand and started walking to the next room and Jack followed. When Jack followed into the room, he was completely stunned. There are wooden mannequins and a large table. There are all the tools needed for a tailor. He saw all the equipment and Sam. Never in his life did he think that this cold man would be a tailor.

He took out two large needles from the desk drawer and inserted the thread into the pinhole. This needle is called a tapestry needle which is a very common instrument for weaving cloth. He began to weave skillfully with dexterity and high speed as he used a light spiritual energy.

Jack stared at the picture after the hand and felt dizzy. He looks at Sam's concentrated face and then compares it to him, who tore Carl's limbs without a second thought or winked even as all the blood splashed onto his face.

There is no comparison at all. No one, would have imagined that Sam who could kill someone made everyone who even looked at him with fear now be weaving cloth. He even ignored the fact that Sam used an extremely valuable material like Black Meteorite Sand as a thread for the fabric.

Time slowly passed as Sam was just weaving and a large piece of cloth began to form as it was placed on the table. Time passed and it became midnight. After the thread was finished, Sam took the chalk and started marking while taking out a set of measuring tape. After that he pulled out the scissors and tried to cut.

*Tang*With a disturbing sound, the scissors broke. Then only Sam came out of his zone and then saw the broken scissors and then onto the cloth. Then he realized that he could not cut this cloth with ordinary scissors. He looked around and finally he landed his gaze on Jack who was looking at him with a dumbfounded expression. He suddenly gets an idea and then he walks towards Jack.

"May I borrow your sword?" ask Sam.

Jack came out of his daze and then took out a black sword from his storage. Sam holds the sword and then gives the cloth to Jack.

"Hold this cloth in these two places." He guided Jack to hold the cloth while stretching out his hand. Then a clearly drawn chalk line could be seen. Sam took a step back and held the sword tightly then with a sharp sword swing could be heard in the room and the cloth became two.

Jack almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Sam move. After he regained his senses, he could not help but look at Sam in awe at his control over the sword. He could cut a solid foundation and could also cut a piece of cloth without escaping the reach.

Before long, sharp swords could continue to be heard as Sam and Jack repeated the same action and a number of different sized pieces of cloth could be seen. Sam walked towards the mannequin and then only he remembered something and immediately ran into the forging room.

After a few minutes and he came back. He has a black needle in his hand. Then she put the clothes on top of the mannequin and began to sew with the rest of the same thread. Once the work is done there is a coat on the mannequin. Jack looked at the coat and then saw a Black coat with a fur pattern on the table. But as he was about to compare the two, he saw Sam burn the fur coat and, within minutes, there was only a pile of black feathers left inside the disappearing golden flames.

Jack was struck by two things this time. First, the fur is real. Second, Sam can't burn his fur. He wondered how Sam could do that. It never occurred to him that fur was a valuable material. He just gave all the credit for Sam's fire control. Of course, he couldn't be more wrong.

Sam took the feathers and began embroidering as he had done before. Jack had the same feelings as Philip and the others when he saw Sam working with a smile on his handsome face. A smile and an extremely handsome one, not even comparable to a cold-blooded demon that could kill him viciously. He just stood there as he watched her work. As Sam finished, the birds chirping sounded from outside.

Then only Jack came out of his daze and realized that it was morning. Sam took off a new coat from the mannequin and put it on.

Jack just stared at her standing up gracefully as he put on a coat and gave off a supreme aura. Sam felt a sense of dejavu as he put on the coat. It was just like he did last time in the Lava stone village. He could not help but laugh when he saw the coat.

*grumble*Suddenly the tummy of rumbling broke into silence and Sam stared at his stomach as he felt an overwhelming hunger, then he looked at Jack who had just woken up from a daze and said.

"Would you like to eat something?"