Chapter 34 - Stage 1 : Gearing Up (1/2)
”I won't ask what's going on, only how much you have on you, kid,” Saylin caught on to the fact that the customer was in some situation and needed equipment for some desperate reason. Even though he was known as a shrewd businessman, this young man had netted him a lot of money off their last transaction, but this alone wouldn't have spurred him to help out the person standing in front of him. But, just like the last time they met, Saylin had an inexplainable feeling that he MUST help out this person.
Cynrik, on the other hand, was unsure what the green-haired shopkeeper was up to but decided to take a chance. Knowing he needed to get his hands on the gear for the upcoming battle, he made a split-second decision and pulled out the Poison, Sand, and Wood Elemental Affinity Orbs. Initially, he wanted to hang on to these three orbs, especially since they were all SAG elements, but now wasn't the time to hold back; he had held onto the Lightning and Metal since both were advanced forms of Fire and Earth which could eventually be put to use by him and Brance.
But the other elements were passing fancies, so he was willing to part with them. When the three orbs landed on the counter in front of Saylin, he struggled not to scold the person in front of him. 'Where the hell did this kid get all of these orbs? He pulls them out like they're snack cakes.'
” 150 SP and 400k Credits, that's the only offer ill give you,” Saylin felt his heart tighten up as he shook the man's hand and stored the three orbs in his inventory.
Looking over his wares that were strewn across the counter, Saylin waved his hand, and several of the lesser grade equipment disappeared, only to reappear on the shelves from which they originated, ”Tell me about these gauntlet blades you spoke of.”
Cynrik gave a brief description of what he meant by hidden blades. Unfortunately, the more Cynrik spoke, the more confused Saylin became before something clicked in his brain. ”Wait, a moment, what you're describing, are you speaking of an assassin's tool?”
”If this assassin's tool is a thin blade inlaid into a gauntlet or bracer that has a mechanism in the inner wrist allowing it to extend on command to a length of around seven to eight inches, then yes.” Cynrik crossed his arms and was unconsciously tapping his forearm with his index finger.
The room was silent for a moment while Saylin mentally ran through his inventory with narrowed eyes. Then, several seconds later, he waved his hand, and a pair of matching gray leather bracers appeared in his hands, making Cynrik's eyes light up.
”I think these should work,” Saylin carefully handed them over to Cynrik, who immediately tried them on. The matching pair of gauntlets were the most beautiful thing Cynrik had ever seen in his life. Although they weren't flashy or ornate, the simple leather had a reptilian scale-like pattern running the entire length of the outer shell. The inner part of the bracer was secured with two thick straps held with a metal buckle on opposite ends of his arm; one at the wrist, the other a couple of inches below his elbow. But none of these was the focal point; Cynriks sight drifted to a specific part of the bracer. Resting on the inside of his forearm lay a metallic device positioned just over his wrist and extended down about five inches towards his elbow.
Saylin watched as Cynrik adjusted the two hidden blades on his arm before he spoke up. ”By infusing a bit of your Mana into the tool, it will automatically adjust its size to fit perfectly,” with a nod, Cynrik did just that. Like magic, the hidden blades shrunk slightly and constricted into his arm, molding to it. Then, with a smile plastered on his face, Cynrik balled up his fists and swiftly flicked his wrists back, triggering the mechanism in the tool and forcefully extending both blades out of their housings.
Shink
The blades instantly extended out from under his wrists and extended past his fist around seven inches, with the base being at exactly where his hand bent. Letting out a slight chuckled, he flicked his hand downward and sheathed the blades back into their housings before looking back at Saylin.
” Perfect; I'll take them; I still need three swords, a shield, and a dual-wielding passive skill booklet, also; if you have any Mana potions laying around ill snag a couple of those too.”