Infallible Oathbreaker 29 Diabolical Darius

The elder grinned in understanding. He had already gained a rough idea of Darius's intentions. Wanting to maintain a good rapport with the boy, he decided to speak the truth, "It's a bit of a long story, young man, one not for the light of heart.

Darius recognized the provocation in the elder's tone and decided to take the bait. "I have plenty of time, have a heart of steel, and am extremely handsome. Have I mentioned before how handsome everyone considers me?"

The elder found Darius's little skit amusing and continued on.

"If one reaches the peak of any vocation or art, they will eventually come across a wall that cannot be overcome by talent or hard work."

The sudden switch to a serious topic drew in Darius's attention. Satisfied that he had the boy where he wanted him, the elder continued.

"The arts are extremely varied. The types of paths one can take to reach the top are as infinite as the stars in the night sky. Thus, if you were to examine two masters of any vocation, you would notice many differences in the way they practice their works. These differences come from the different thoughts, philosophies, skills, and emotions the masters have mastered. After all, one can only be called a master when they have reached the peak of their arts. Yet, beyond reaching the peak of the already existent, there is a greater challenge. The more talented masters create new skills. These are called grandmasters! The peak of the highest mountain! The greatest of the greatest!

Pick any grandmaster within a vocation, and you will discover that their names roared across the continent at one point in time. The skills they created have left behind eternal legacies for others to behold, a great honor for any craftsman. Alas, that honor comes with a burden: the wall I just spoke of earlier."

The elder took a moment to rub his forehead and sigh. He was clearly vexed by something. Although Darius had grown up in a tiny village, he could tell how grand the elder's words were. Indeed, grandmasters of any craft were incredible.

As he was growing up, Darius would often hear that a grandmaster of a craft could make a n.o.ble beg. The n.o.blest of all craftsmen, Spiritsmiths, were in a whole different league. It was said that a grandmaster spiritsmith had a status similar to that of the Emperor!

Many thoughts ran amok in Darius's mind. This old man, just who was he? Was he a grandmaster? Since he was able to subdue his hammer so easily, could it be…

"The ultimate wish for any grandmaster is to pa.s.s on their skills to a worthy disciple, but these are incredibly difficult to find. The arts require a strict skillset. The more revered the art, the more strict the skillset must be. My craft is incredibly difficult, and as such, finding a disciple worthy of my grand masterpiece is nigh impossible.

Most grandmasters are forced to take in faux disciples to partially inherit their skills. A grandmaster with a true disciple was as rare as a phoenix. I have had many faux disciples, but I have yet to find one worthy of being my true disciple. The skills I created require an extremely rare set of skills, skills that have mostly been lost to the sands of time."

The elder showed a pained face as he reminisced about his struggles. Darius was too stunned to speak. He had a growing feeling that he knew exactly what this old man wanted.

"To inherit my set of skills, above incredible talent in the field, one must also possess three other talents: extreme tolerance for pain, extreme tolerance for the mundane, and extreme shamelessness. Finding one talented in those four things is rare. I thought it was impossible. Then I met you."

Darius felt his spine tingle as he heard the old man's words. Anything that required those traits was not something he wanted to be a.s.sociated with. He raised his hands defensively instantly. "Hold on old man-"

The elder ignored Darius's rude behavior and continued, "You impressed me with your pain tolerance when the curse broke. That should have hurt, but you took it in stride. Very impressive."

Darius stood up and started backing away. "What? Pfft, I don't know what you are talking about, old man. I'm pretty sure I screamed in agony. I'm a real big baby when it comes to pain."

The old man stood up while vigorously pointing at Darius. "Being able to do ten thousand strikes a day is evidence of being able to handle the most mundane of tasks. When I first saw you at the Smitersmith guild, I knew you were special.

Darius vigorously shook his head. "I actually get very bored very easily. In fact, sometimes I get so bored that I feel like dying would be much better. Wait, how do you know all this? Have you been stalking me, old man?"

The old man closely followed Darius with each word. "I've heard of how shameless you are, kneeling in front of someone in public without hesitation. Such shamelessness is incredible!"

Darius kept backing away with each word. "What? I am very shy. For every affront I receive, I will learn that man's name and gain vengeance for my honor… or was it my peace of mind? Either way, it doesn't matter. The point is that I was super affected by kneeling to the point where I thought I would vomit blood. Oh, the shame! Oh, the agony! I was just planning my revenge!"

Darius tried to feign a distressed face and had there been true actors here, they would have surely clapped their hands. Unfortunately, his only spectator was not fooled.

"Bah! You can't fool this old man, not again. I know what you can do, young man, and I will bring the best out of you. This will be a night you will never forget."

"Ah, please don't do this!" Darius pleaded with his back trapped against the wall.

The old man laughed; he wasn't quite sure what Darius was so scared of, but he decided to clarify things later. Seeing Darius like this right now was too amusing. "I will do as I see fit. It must happen!"

"No, it doesn't have to!"

"It must!"

"Do not do this! It's not fit for your station!"

"I will do it."

"It can't happen!"

"It will happen!"

"Please don't **** me!"

"Haha, I will r..." The old man paused. After noticing the oddly small distance between the two, his creepy demeanor, and that Darius was trembling with his back against the wall, the old man's forehead broke into a cold sweat!