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CH.416 Side Chapter: Wilma’s weapon design problems

    CH.416 Side Chapter: Wilma’s weapon design problems<h2><strong>[Wilma POV]</strong></h2>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. It’s fine. I’ll have it redesigned to suit your preferences in a day or two.” I told Unika after she gave me feedback on the bow I designed for her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks. I’m looking forward to it.” Unika responded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I waited for both her and Brian to leave my Factory workshop, before I sat down and sighed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... another failed design…” Iined to myself. “How am I supposed to win apetition when I fail at something as basic as observing the people I’m making the weapons for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... don’t beat yourself up over it.” A female voice called out behind me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned around and saw one of Brian’s … do I call them his kids or his skills?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tahlia, right?” I asked to confirm, as I’ve only ever met the avatar of Brian’s Storage skill once. And the one in front of me now isn’t dressed like the one I met, so I wasn’t sure if she was the same, or one of Brian’s monsters just looking simr to Tahlia.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.” She simply answered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... what are you doing here? I thought you don’t really leave your room.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Usually not, but you needed someone to talk to. And us can’t appear here at the same time as you, so I may as well have this pep talk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... thanks, I guess. But you don’t really need to.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I know. But I am here, because Father isn’t going to fix his mistakes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What has Brian done? He saved me. It is only because of him that I’m even here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe, but he also corrupted your mindset.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Corrupted? In what way?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here. I’ll show you.” Tahlia said, as she operated the design table.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She brought out two different des. Two very simr, yetpletely different des.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, do you notice anything?” She then asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I don’t know what you are getting at. … The one on the left is the star titanium de I designed and the one on the right is the de of Space and Time. But why are you showing them to me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you know the difference between the two?” Tahlia asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I … One is a lot better than the other? Even though they are both made of the same material?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... Haah. You aren’t wrong, but that isn’t what I was getting at.” Tahlia sighed. “Maybe I picked a bad example. Let’s go with something else.” As she said that, she opened the next two designs onto the holo-table.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What she brought up next were two duel disk designs, specifically the ones I designed for myself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The first one looked a lot like the final one, except that the outer edge was a lot thicker than in the final one. That is because unlike my final one, which can project a space magic shield, the original one extended a metal shield from the outer edge of the duel disk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, next question. Why did you change the design of the duel disk?” Tahlia asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... because the new one is much better? It weighs less, the shield is more durable and it is just all around better.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But you like it less, don’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There is nothing wrong with that. But at the same time, there is. That is what I mean when I say that Father has corrupted you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He corrupted me by making me prefer the better weapon? By making me think with my brain instead of my heart?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Basically. You are too much like him now. You want to min-max everything. … which isn’t wrong in some situations, but it is wrong for you, because you close your mind to the possibilities.” Tahlia said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... do you know why you could never have designed the de of Space and Time?” She then asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... because I could never have assumed that we get the help of the superior spirits?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“In a way, yes. But even after you realized that the spirits would help, the designs you made weren’t near the quality of the product you ended up making. Do you know why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I … I’m not sure. Why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because your mind can’tprehend the impossibilities. But your heart, your heart can strive for them. That is why you did something you didn’t think was possible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... then … what should I do?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t answer that. I’m like Father in a lot of ways. I like to be calctive, I like to know the odds. I work with numbers, not emotions. But what you need now is emotions, and luckily I know someone who is a lot better at them that I am.” Tahlia said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... who?” I asked, as the door to my workshop burst open.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Big Sis!” An energetic voice called out. “What did you need me for and why did I have to wait?” Fantasia questioned her sister.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks foring, Fia-chan.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! You called me Fia-chan! I love you!” Fantasia called out, as she rushed to hug her sister.


    <span style="font-weight:400">… what is this about, I wondered as I looked at the two sisters that were born from skills.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fia-chan, I want you to take Wilma to ride some beasts. You think you can do that for me?” Tahlia requested of her little sister.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Beast riding? But why? What does that achieve?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure!” Fantasia responded, letting go of her sister. She then ran to me and took my hand. “Come on. Let’s go!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked at Tahlia, questioning where she was trying to go with this, but she didn’t answer. She simply made her avatar disappear from my workshop.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">I was a bit tempted to say that I didn’t want to go beast riding, but I also didn’t want to disappoint Fantasia, so I just went along with it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I soon found myself riding a big beast, an amber mammoth Fantasia called it.


    Spoiler


    [copse]


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sat behind Fantasia, holding onto her, while she guided the mammoth we were riding on. But I really feel like this is just a waste of time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wilma.” Fantasia spoke up. “If an archer was riding on the mammoth, what kind of a bow should they use?” She asked. “And what if it was a swordsman? What kind of a sword should he hold?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... umm. I think an archer should use a longbow, because it has the most power. … And I’m not sure a swordsman could fight from on top a mammoth.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay. … A longbow is a big bow, right?” Fantasia seemingly asked herself. “So like this?” She then made a longbow appear from nowhere and handed it to me. “Try it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">While I wasn’t great with a bow like Unika is, I was still able to handle one. After all, as a craftswoman, I needed to be able to test all the weapons I make, even if I’m not good with them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So I took the bow and then the arrow Fantasia handed me. I then tried to shoot from on top of the mammoth, only to notice that it was very difficult to handle a longbow on top of an animal like this mammoth. There simply was no way for someone with my skill to both keep riding and also pull back the heavy bow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can’t do it, can you?” Fantasia asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... No, I can’t.” I admitted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Here. Try this bow instead.” Fantasia said, as she handed me a lot smaller bow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I traded the longbow for the smaller one and tested it, and I was able to use it perfectly fine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I’m not really like Big Sis, so I’m not sure if that helped, but I hope it did.” Fantasia said, as I returned the bow to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I think so? But you mentioned a swordsman. How would he attack from here?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can have a few monsters show you.” Fantasia said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She then called out a few monsters and another mammoth. Two swordsmen, one looking like an elf and while the other looked like a regr human.


    Spoiler


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Fantasia then made a few targets for them to attack, and as the mammoth approached the targets, the two swordsmen went to work.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The elf jumped off the mammoth and then ran on the ground, shing at the targets like a regr swordsman would, before returning to the mammoth and jumping back on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Meanwhile, the human swordsman sent flying shes of magic towards the targets, cutting them down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you see it now?” Fantasia asked. “Even though they are both swordsmen, and both have a simr sized sword, they both fightpletely differently despite being in the same situation. So if you were to make both of them a sword, do you think both of them would want the same sword?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... no. No they wouldn’t.” I said. “The human one would want something that is good at emitting magic, so a mithril or star titanium sword would be optimal for him. The elf on the other hand would want something more durable and something that cuts well, while also being light. So likely a multibar with a lighter jacket metal and durable edge metal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uhm. I don’t really know what that means, but if you understood the point, that is good. Think about the person you are making the weapon for. Think how they fight.” Fantasia said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And think about where they use the weapon. Unika is an adventurer, tamer and hunter, all in one. She will have to be able to run in dense forests with her bow, so she can’t just lug around a big longbow. It will get in the way.” She continued.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That is why Unika didn’t like your bow design. It is a good bow, but it doesn’t fit her. Don’t see weapons as only numbers. See them as the tools for the job that they are. Then try to see them in their best possible form for that job. That way you will make the best weapons.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I really am a joke, aren’t I?” I questioned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. You were just stuck in your way. You just needed someone to remind you of how life works.” Fantasia said. “Papa could really use the same reminder. His focus on maximum performance might lead him to the same ce you are at.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... maybe. … I can talk to him on your behalf, if you want.” I offered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry. Mama will take care of Papa. She always has and always will. Mama will be there to remind Papa not to be a dummy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... Always, huh. I wonder, is that why I’m not as connected with us as Brian is with Laura?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t know. Maybe you should talk to him more.” Fantasia said. “But before you do, let’s go have some more fun.”


    <hr>


    <span style="font-weight:400">After I returned from the riding trip, I once again found Tahlia in my workshop. She was just sitting there, drinking tea while reading a book on different kinds of bows.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. You are back. I hope you had fun with my little sister. Hopefully she wasn’t a handful.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“N-No. She was an angel.” I quickly responded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good. She can be a bit … entric at times, so I was worried that she might go too far.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. She really did help.” I said. “... as did you. Thank you.” I quickly bowed to Tahlia.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No problem. You work with, or more like for, our Father. We want you to be the best you can.” Tahlia said. “Oh and I brought you a book from one of the libraries.” She said, as she handed me the book she had been reading. “Look over it before you try to design the bow for Unika.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I will. … thank you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And remember, if you get stuck in your own head again, just ask for help. Even a legendary de smith can use some help from time to time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... Yes. I will.” I promised Tahlia, before she left my workshop.


    <hr>


    <span style="font-weight:400">After I realized my issues, designing a new bow for Unika seemed almost too simple. Maybe because I now knew what I was making the weapon for.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Being happy with the design, I asked Brian to bring Unika into the Factory, so she could test the new design out and she liked it quite a bit. It still wasn’t perfect in her opinion, so I took her feedback and went back to the design board. But this time, I wasn’t disappointed by my failure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I also realized the weapon I would be making for the weaponspetition. I was going to make a shield. And the why is simple.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I was still a student, I watched over thepetition every year. But not once did anyone present a shield as their work. Not because a shield isn’t allowed, but because no one would ever find a shield impressive enough when surrounded by all these amazing weapons.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So I was going to do it. I was going to be the first to not just show up with a shield, but to win with a shield.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Karl and I made a de that will hopefully protect the world from theing end. But with a sword, you also need a shield. And that is what I’ll make.
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