Nicolay Burkhradt - Pov.
Location - Valley | Burkhradt Castle.
One of the things I always wanted to do in my previous world witnessed some clue about the hidden world, oh in other words to be able to witness the supernatural. Thousands and thousands of people wanted to discover the difference between myth and reality.
However, unlike what everyone may think, answering that simple question can make it impossible. Well, all the evidence that could accumulate was dismissed, either because they would always be recorded in poor definition or they are just stories of people to gain fame, you will agree that inventing something is extremely easy, knowing how to differentiate it is impossible or at least it was. In my past world, no one had proof based on what he knew.
It is for that reason that at this moment I felt so much emotion going through my body that I could not help smiling, finally after a year and after having transmigrated to this world I would go on a hunt with my father. According to him, it is time to acquire field experience, I agreed with that, I was excited to see a real Wesen and not a badly painted one as in the conventions.
This brings me to this moment, as I entered Bernal's smithy, the first thing to reach me was the intense heat inside the place, followed by the hammering noise-causing echoes throughout the place. Looking everywhere I could finally see Bernal standing in the main forge. He stopped what he was doing and turned around.
"Oh? Young sir !."
A weak smile appeared on my lips "Bernal, you look busy."
I said as I walked towards him, along the way many of the apprentices of the same stopped what they were doing to greet me politely with a bow which nodded.
"Hahaha, for the young lord ever! What brings him here?"
I stopped next to the "Well, let's say I have a way out, and I was coming to know if any of my weapons are ready."
A big smile played on Bernal's lips, almost looking proud on his way to a corner of the workshop. Entering a wooden door travels where only minutes later he came out carrying in his hands a black case with gold details, the sigil of our house was exhibited both on the case and the handle.
It was beautiful and it was only the holster of the weapon, reaching in front of me extended the weapon "After a year, I was able to do everything I could to create the best weapon in my entire life, unfortunately, I have only been able to complete on the following is in the young process Mr."
It sure took longer than I originally thought, not that I mind creating a katana these days is quite difficult. Not to say a miracle a year is not that long, the wait was worth it as I put my hands on it thanks to the gift of God, I could feel as if the katana will communicate with me all the previously practiced kenjutsu techniques passed like a flash in my mind.
Accommodating my hand on the hilt, I applied enough force to remove it from the holster the crisp sound of the weapon being drawn sent a chill through my body, the impressive 110 cm in length was best appreciated with the weapon drawn in my hand this caused everyone to stop it What they were doing to get a closer look I was very happy right now, in a small show of skill I turned my wrist causing the sword to hum as it turned.
"Perfect." I replicated while putting the katana away.
"Hahaha, glad to hear it, young sir !."
"Keep working on creating the other weapons."
I was about to turn around when a memory struck my memory, looking at Bernal I smiled "Is the Crossbow finished?
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Nicholas Burkhradt - Pov.
Location - Valley | Next Day Exterior of the Castle.
For a long time, too much to be true, I wondered what the first time teaching my son the trade of our family would be like. To be honest, he was nervous, a funny thing to think about, the mighty Grimm of the Valley nervous about something, when fighting monsters since his youth fearless and courageous.
If he was indeed nervous, he did not know how this was going to end the first time seeing a Wesen is bad enough, but adding to that having to hunt it both at the same time is something that not everyone can do. Especially an 11-year-old like Nicky.
Just yesterday, I talked to him about this idea, contrary to what you might imagine he didn't seem nervous or afraid he didn't show it on his face, but I could tell that he was excited. That surely is new even for the Grimm's only after telling them, he ran towards the blacksmith Bernal as I recall is where his custom weapons as he calls her were being created, even though he explained to me the theory behind these so-called Katanas I can't understand him from all, for the designs made by him this weapon seems formidable in more than one sense, adding the strange style of combat that he practices are something incredible in a nutshell.
I still can't understand where all these ideas come from, I tried to practice Nicky's Kenjutsu, it was like entering another world surprisingly, my old style seemed inferior to me immediately. Since he woke up from that accident, things in our house began to change for the better, he had even reached the limit where, no matter how much he wanted, he could not continue to make our house grow.
Not to mention the economic and health problems within our lands.
But out of nowhere everything was solved for him, if people knew all the plan's growing within the Valley they would be alarmed. We are growing out of control knowing that my son, my firstborn, is responsible for these paints a smile on my face.
"Father."
Nicky's voice caught my attention looking in the direction where the voice came from, I could see my son. Prepared with chest gauntlets and accessories on the legs, it was not a full armor as everyone was used to wearing, it was something different, something more of his style as he usually says, the most striking thing about him is the weapon tied behind his waist, a black cover with gold decorations accompanies the secrecy of our house.
On his back he carried something that looks like a kind of weapon, I wouldn't know how to describe it, but it was made of steel with a rope in front that was still similar to a bow but smaller.
"What weapon is the one you carry on your back?" I asked for.
"Oh, that? It's the weapon our long-distance and horse infantry will use." While he was speaking, he unsheathed said weapon showing it to me "I like to call it Crossbow."
Oh, now I remember seeing it in Nicky's designs a while ago it is impressive to the naked eye if what those designs said is true. A weapon that can shoot arrows faster, farther, and more accurately than a bow, examine it for a few seconds fascinated.
"Pretty cool right."
I heard Nicky say with a smile, I just nodded and then returned the gun to him.
"Fine, since you're ready, it's time to go out." I said walking towards the horses.
As we advanced to the horses Nicky asked: "Where exactly are we going, father."
"To the north, I got a letter from Ned asking for help in hunting down a beast that has been killing the inhabitants of the city furthest from their lands and has lost many men in this." I replied as I settled into the saddle.
"Do you have the creature's report?"
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"They report multiple disappearances, during searches they found incomplete gnawed corpses near large burrows within the earth and constant screeching at night."
Before I asked to say more la. My son's voice interrupted me making me smile.
"Reinigen."
I looked at him for a few seconds attending, we shared a smile without saying anything else I gave the horse a gentle blow.
"Let's go!.
Just like that, we set off on the first father-son hunt.