noveltune Chapter 50: Cunning crafter
Chapter 50: Cunning crafter
Students dispersed from the dining hall, heading to their respective combat classes once breakfast was done. Vic, Ivy, and David headed to their session, which focused on honing their abilities, while Angelica and Silas walked toward the dojo for their martial arts training.
As they stepped inside, the dojo was already bustling with activity. Most of the students had donned their crimson-red gis and were lined up, waiting for Sensei Josh to arrive and begin the class. The air was thick with anticipation, yet a strange undercurrent of restlessness filled the room.
Silas glanced at Angelica before quietly slipping into the changing room. He emerged moments later, now dressed in his own red gi, the soft fabric feeling familiar against his skin as he joined the row of waiting students.
"Where's Sensei?" Angelica asked from beside Silas, her eyes scanning the dojo in confusion.
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"I don't know," Silas replied, shaking his head slightly.
"He's never late," Angelica muttered, her brow furrowing further. "Something's off."
Minutes passed, yet there was still no sign of Sensei Josh. The dojo began to fill with murmurs, students exchanging puzzled glances. Some grew impatient, others anxious. Finally, as the minutes ticked away and still no instructor appeared, the conclusion seemed inevitable—there would be no class today.
One by one, the students began to disperse, leaving the dojo behind in disappointment.
"I guess that's that," Angelica sighed, crossing her arms. "No class today. What are you planning to do with the extra time?" she asked, turning to Silas with a casual curiosity.
Silas rubbed the back of his neck. "Not much. I'll probably just head back to my room, catch some sleep," he responded, the recent events and constant pressure of the system weighing on his mind.
Angelica gave him a knowing look, though her eyes glinted with an idea. "I'm heading to the crafter's shop. I need to forge a weapon for the upcoming test. You want to come with me?"
"Upcoming test?" Silas echoed, raising a brow. His memory was hazy, overwhelmed by everything else that had been going on—the system, the evolution, the strange quests that had consumed his focus.
"Yeah," Angelica replied with a light shrug, "we were informed about it two weeks ago. We'll be sent to a mutant realm, and I'm going to need proper gear for that. You should too."
"1,500 tokens?!" Angelica exclaimed, her eyes widening. "I only have 900 tokens on me."
"900 tokens isn't enough for a Grade 3 mutant katana, let alone a Grade 4," the man replied smoothly, his voice dripping with confidence. "The price is 1,500, and that's final."
Frustration flashed across Angelica's face as she retrieved the claw and slipped it back into her pocket, clearly annoyed by the crafter's greed.
"Wait," Silas said quietly, stepping forward. He reached into his pouch, pulling out three Grade 2 Crazed Chimptant fangs, and laid them on the counter. "What about these fangs and 900 tokens? Will that be enough?"
The crafter eyed Silas carefully before taking the fangs in his hands. He examined them closely, turning them over in his fingers before speaking. "Grade 2 Crazed Chimptant fangs, huh? You'd need ten of these to meet the 1,500 token mark."
"Ten?!" Angelica snapped, her face twisting in anger. "This guy's a thief! And he dares accuse other students of stealing!"
Silas, remaining calm, reached into his pouch again and pulled out seven more fangs. He tossed them onto the counter. "That's ten. Now, get to work."
The crafter stared at the pile of fangs in disbelief. For a moment, he was speechless. 'Who is this kid? How does he have so many fangs?' he thought to himself, his eyes flicking back to Silas.
Then his gaze fell on Silas's pouch. It still looked heavy—clearly, the boy had more valuable items hidden away in there. The crafter's thoughts darkened.
'He's just a student without an active skill slot. The girl might be a Grade 4, but she looks weak. Taking them both down and stealing that pouch shouldn't be too hard,' he mused, a sinister smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
He hadn't had many customers lately, and now was his chance. These two would be the perfect targets to exploit, and he could cover his tracks to avoid any trouble with the academy.
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