Musashi listened to Marzan's explaination and found it satisfying. "No, the name is perfect, thank you," said Musashi one final time, before turning to leave. She could recognize that that Marzan had a purpose to fulfill, with the many new customers coming to his forge. While Musashi would have loved to learn more about the old soul, this was not the time.The thanks were enough, the hug unexpected, and yet the smith didn't pull away, nor seem particularly vexed at the gesture of thanks. It was enough she was happy to indulge his desire to forge another blade, and it was clear to see from how much reverence she put into the gathering, and then studious analysis during the forging, and the end result.
"If you're not a fan of the name, feel free to call it what you want. I'm a swordsmith, not wordsmith."
As she wondered why more people weren't coming to him for a blade, having served a fair few folks so far, he gave his earnest take away from the entire process.
"Every human is unique, that's why my job is so much fun. I get to plumb the depths of their souls, hear what they want, and provide them with a blank slate for them to paint their experiences and soul over, filling their chosen tool with their very own essence. While one person may desire a blade, to another a blade is far too direct a tool, so they may request a less dangerous weapon, or perhaps not even a weapon at all. It's why they're called tools after all, they don't have to be offensive by nature."
As he was explaining the simplicity of people's decisions being dictated by who they were at their very foundation, a pair of figures entered the Armory, while Musashi was clearly hankering for a decent meal after her vast pilgrimage. As he was an immortal, Marzan didn't exactly keep much on hand in the way of hospitality. This was a Forge, not a restaurant, so he apologized for the inhospitable environment, and did what came naturally to him. Moved on to his next "customer".
As the young woman who was accompanying Alucard entered the Forge once more, new stranger in tow, Marzan began to feel as though he was doing the young lady a disservice. She was acting as a glorified doorman, though it's not as though he asked her to fulfill such a duty, and they clearly knew one another since she was introduced as a "sister". He was probably reading too much into the situation, even if he was feeling rather put out.
"Easy enough to achieve. If you have any design requests, we can go over them later. First I'll need you to get the raw materials, same as everyone else. Best places to start are the Lands of Earth and Iron, since I assume you'll want those to be made out of metal, aye?"
Complete three B-Rank missions in the Badlands of Earth or the Iron Peninsula to gather the raw ore that Marzan needs to forge your tool, then return.
Uttering a final bit of thanks for the blade, Musashi turned to leave...and fill her belly!
Now, with a God-Slaying Tool - Myōjingiri - at her disosal, Musashi would make sure to wield it well. But, for now, she could resume the original reason she left the Dark Tower and the training she did there: a newly discovered lands awaited, waiting to be explored. While Tobusekai was new to Musashi, it appeared to be well ventured.
Musashi left, the feeling of Myōjingiri on her hip already becoming familiar.
Leaving Landmark for the Port of Innovus (212).