
A full day Batari Mahadewi learned to forge and make simple sword shapes without rest. If only the hammer he used was not the hammer made by Udhata's teacher, it would have been destroyed in two or three strokes.
The hammers in the college workshop Sky sticks are hammers made with hard, heavy and heat-resistant metals. Even if you want to melt or just change the shape of the hammer, it is not enough just to use the furnace fire. Need energy in the hot. Hotter than fire.
According to Tagama's grandfather, Udhata's teacher was a swordsman who could turn part of his body into embers like Jalu, Nala, and Batari Mahadewi itself. Therefore, in contrast to Udhata's teacher, Tagama's grandfather had difficulty making weapons with very hard metal materials.
Although Tagama's grandfather had all the science of creating heirloom weapons from Udhata's teacher, he had his limitations. He has martial skills that are far below Sada's grandfather or the other students of Udhata's teacher who pursue the path of battle. His body was not that strong to fight. Therefore, as a weapons maker, he also hit on the problem of raw materials.
To make a magic heirloom, quality raw materials are needed. For example, there are metals found around rivers of fire in the bowels of the earth, or mustika stealth that is thousands of years old. Those rare materials required high magic to be able to obtain them.
So far, all the rare materials present in the workshop were materials gathered by Udhata's teacher, somehow Udhata's teacher was able to obtain them. Maybe he went into the crater of the volcano, chasing the shooting star, to fight directly with thousands of years old stealth.
Tagama's grandfather was quite amazed to see the energy and endurance of the god's heirloom incarnation girl. Generally, a weapon maker will not withstand continuous forging and very close to hot coals for a very long time.
Tagama's grandfather thought that the girl who was studying him was no ordinary human being. At the workshop, the old man finally realized that the two arms of Batari Mahadewi were different, namely the arms that looked like gold metal.
The old grandfather did not want to ask about the oddity seen from Batari Mahadewi. He did not want to offend the young girl who was very persistent in learning it. So, he chose to be quiet and find out the answer to the curiosity in his head by observing the behavior of the god-heritage incarnation girl.
“You don't want to stop first, miss Tari?” ask Tagama's grandfather.
“Before grandfather,” replied Batari Mahadewi whose attention is still entirely on a red-smoldering metal. He sprinkled silver metal powder and smoke billowed from the unfinished sword. Then, Batari Mahadevi put the hot metal into the furnace, forging it dozens of times at high speed, and dipped the hot iron into the water.
“Sounds like this huh?!” said the grandfather.
“I've never done it. It turned out to be fun, too. It feels like it is playing,” Batari said.
“Your forging is perfect as a beginner. You have good power, speed and precision. Just one less.” Said Tagama's grandfather.
“Hah? What is grandpa?” tanya Batari Mahadewi.
“You will beauty of form is still bad. Look at that, your sword looks innocent. As innocent as you are the first time to get acquainted with weapons materials,” said the grandfather as he joked.
“Hahaha, grandfather has not given an explanation and an example of making it,” said Batari Mahadevi.
The combination of colors and shapes of all natural things in this world is basically beautiful. Nature is the first to teach us about beauty, about art. Lots of paintings, dances, or even martial arts created by observing the life and beauty of nature and its contents.
But humans will not be satisfied there. It will create something new. First stand from the natural, imitate those around him, then he creates something else from his dissatisfaction. The goal is to meet the dissatisfaction that is in his mind.
Luckily, people are never satisfied. Thus, humans will always continue to try to find ways to fulfill things that are lacking in them. Humans will continue to create new things over everything that feels less than what has been realized. In this way, culture flourishes, miss.” Said Tagama's grandfather.
“Grandfather is right, his feelings in living life are always lacking, there is always an insatiable,” said Batari Mahadewi.
“We will not be satisfied, miss. This real life is fake. How can we be satisfied with something so simple? If we are satisfied, then we are done,” said the grandfather.
Tagama's grandfather got up, took something from the box in the corner of the workshop. He raised a large sword full of carved decoration. “Please lady take a close look at this sword,” said the grandfather.
“Beautiful sword,” says Batari Mahadewi.
“You should be able to make this kind of sword,” said the grandfather.
“But, to make the decoration as beautiful as this, can it use a hammer?” ask Batari Mahadevi.
“This is what I will show you as a way that is no longer simple, but before that, you should practice drawing. Today is evening, we will continue tomorrow morning,” said the grandfather.
Batari Mahadevi got a student room on the same floor as the other students. In the end, he also became acquainted with the students who trained all day with teacher Sata.
The seven of them came at different times. At first, they didn't know each other either. They were all wandering warriors who had wandered into different regions of Siwarkatantra. Apparently, the teacher Udhata is a very famous swordsman, so for some certain warriors, it feels incomplete to find knowledge if it has not studied to the teacher Udhata. However, during their time in the Sky Stick college, they had only met the teacher a few times. Most of the time they missed out with Sada's grandfather.
One thing that was taught by Sada's grandfather and Tagama's grandfather was about art. It's just that, Sada's grandfather is more skilled in linking art with martial arts, while Tagama's grandfather connects art with the skill of forging heirloom weapons.
Although the two grandfathers taught art for different things, but they will come to the same point, namely teaching the art of living, his art of living life with beauty, faith and knowledge will not be enough.
That night, Batari Mahadewi can enjoy the peace again sleeping in the room. All day, it felt like dry land wetted by rain. He forgets that beauty is a thing that has been a reason for him to keep moving. Just because of the beauty, he has a reason to love life.