Metal Masters Match
Working for Hyrule's forge was a great job. Asakonigie had a few qualms about leaving her cousins and uncles, but this was a way to expand her metalworking and show off her talent. Now, most of Hyrule's army had her signature on their weapons or armor. Oddly enough, after she presented Klinge's suit of golden armor to him, he had admitted his feelings for her. Asakonigei was flattered, confused, and most of all, unsure. Her first relationship ended with infidelity. All that time down the drain, the drowning despair of heartbreak, and the humiliation took a while to cover from since Mojag cheated on her with her best friend, Halona. At least, hopefully, she would never have to relive those days again. Though sometimes, fate was cruel.
Klinge felt rather bitter today. The prisoner he interrogated said absolutely nothing to him, despite all the pain he went through. Then Ralnor, dear little Ralnor, came in like the devil. He offered the prisoner a deal in exchange to rat out his more deranged partner in crime. The prince told Klinge to simply call him next time and save everyone time and blood. To say at least, Klinge was in a mood.
However, ever since dating Asakonigei, he felt like his anger didn’t need to be held onto as much. Ralnor trying to undermine him meant nothing in the grand scheme. Why worry about a bad day at work when he had a lovely girlfriend to go home to? Opening the lock to his castle apartment, Klinge trotted in. “Asa? Are you home?”
Asa was lying face down on the bed, muttering curses and something along the lines of 'may his dick fall off' and 'her hair fall out'. When Klinge walked into the apartment, it was a little too late for her to move from her sulking spot on the mattress. She realized a muffled reply and groaned aloud.
Klinge wondered what gave her trouble this day. “Asa? What troubles you?” Fully suited, he sat beside her, placing a hand on her back.
"... ignore me, I'm brooding." Asakonigie turned her head to face him. "Just saw someone in the market that I don't necessarily care for."
“They obviously upset you.” Taking his armour off, he set it gently on their makeshift bench. Getting onto bed, Klinge picked Asa up, and held her on top of himself. If she wanted to sulk, she could do it next to him. His face was damaged, yet calm. His voice patchy, yet firm. “Would you like to talk about it?”
"... it was Mojag..." Asakonigei was quiet when Malik held her. "He was with Holana and some of my... well... I used to call them friends." She sighed heavily, feeling silly for letting an issue of the past get to her. "Talking about the day they got married and he..." The Kovina said through gritted teeth. "Almost made the mistake of marrying an uptight, know-it-all, she-devil. When he was the one who cheated on me. Somehow it's my fault."
Klinge was glad he was holding his delicate girlfriend in his arms. Anything else he might have crushed. It was frightening how Asakonigei would see the calmness in his corrupted eyes turn to malice. “They said this directly to you?”
"No, I just overheard them." Asakonigei took a slow breath and wiped at her eyes. "I feel so stupid. All I did was stop by the vendor's to pick up some of those peppers I like to use to make salsa and... they were at the next stall over getting sweets."
“I could talk to him. Straighten him out.”
"Straighten out Mojag? Good luck." Asakonigie scoffed. "He's the biggest prick in this kingdom. Had me fooled the entire three years we courted. Then I catch him in bed with my supposed 'best-friend' the day of my wedding? I doubt even brain damage would fix his arrogant ways."
Was that a bet? Klinge was tired. This could be treated tomorrow. For now, he’d help the exterior pain before going to the source. “You’re absolutely beautiful. I want you to know that.”
"Now you're trying to make me feel better." Asakonigei gave him a small smile. "It's working. Tell me more."
Klinge pulled her gently close, kissing her lips with his. “I speak with my actions.”
"Enough about me, how was your day?" Asakonigei could not help but wonder how Zarazu's research was coming along for Klinge. He said he wanted to be human again, to be with her. Having patience was difficult. "You had an interrogation and new training drills for the rookies, right?"
“Training the rookies went smoothly. Hatchlings this round of Dinolfos. Very rowdy, but obedient. Slapped ones nose because it was attracted at the sight of one of Ralnor’s daughters if you can believe it.” Klinge gave a light chuckle.
"Hrm, and you say that dragon hatchlings are worse than Dinoflos." Asakonigei teased him. "I think you're just biased."
“Dragons can’t put on a suit of armour and serve their country. They’re little vermin.” Klinge grumbled, averting his gaze for a moment.
"Oh? Maybe I should make some dragon armor and prove you wrong." Asakonigei saw that he was deflecting from her, and hugged around his neck. Klinge had this 'thing' about challenges and orders. She saw that little glint in his eyes when she was bossy. Sometimes, she could not help but wonder if he had a 'dom' fetish. Tracing a finger along his jaw, the Kovina then said, "You like a challenge, don't you?"
“I do. Conquering them makes you stronger.”
"Hrm, wonder what you would do if you couldn't conquer me." Asakonigei giggled. "Sulk? Curse like you did when we first met?"
“I don’t need to conquer an equal.” Malik traced his fleshy hand down the side of her cheek. He wished he could pleasure her without looking like a freak.
"Hrm, more flattery, an easy way to distract someone." Asakonigei asked with an innocent flutter of her eyelashes. "Are you trying to get me to drop my guard?"
Klinge stopped for a moment, studying his lover. “Asa? Why would I want you to drop your guard?”
"To get me to fall in love with you more." Asakonigei told him, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Even though you deem yourself unworthy of it, I'll give my love to you regardless of what you think of yourself."
“That’s very generous of you.” Klinge almost purred as he rubbed against her neck. “Thank you for not thinking less of me as a man.”
"Never." Asakonigei promised him. "You may have done things you regret in the past, but that does not make you any less of a man." She then told him, once more, firmly. "And what you look like doesn't change things either. You're still you."
“That means the world to me. I wonder how Cipher would think of you.” He kissed her again, getting a little into it. “I love you Asa.”
Asakonigei released a most unlady-like snort at the mention of Cipher.
"I'm pretty sure Cipher would say you have a type." She laughed. "Definitely have a 'stubborn woman' type."
“I’d have to hear it from her myself.” Klinge frowned at his nose.
"I'm certain that most of all, Cipher would want you to be happy." Asakonigei leaned against his chest. "In Lorleidi, many years ago, there used to be a medicine woman or what you might call a shaman. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could go and ask her to speak to those who passed on before you. It would be nice if we still had one. You could possibly talk to Cipher again."
“That would be...” Klinge closed his eyes, pulling his lover to his side to spoon her. “Let’s just forget about the content of our days, and lie here in bliss and company.”
"Very well." Asakonigei would not object to a little rest. The forge had been very busy lately and she rarely had any time for herself or for Klinge. She then requested, "May I ask you something?"
“Of course.”
"Do you believe that one day, maybe we'll finally be able to rest?" Asakonigei asked him sincerely. "No more fighting, no more worries, and just... be happy? You and me, with our family?"
“... I do.” With a solemn promise, he kissed her softly before dozing off for their nap.
~
Klinge wore his best, his bronze armour shining from Asa’s craftsmanship, a red silk cape trailing behind. This bastard didn’t deserve to be basked in gold, but Klinge wasn’t out on a full witch hunt, so black wasn’t in style either. His curiosity on this Mojag had finally one out. He’d see if he was as stubborn as Asa claimed he was when he sought him out.
Mojag and his friends were not difficult to find. Almost every other day, the group frequented the pastry vendor for fresh baked goods. There were a few tables in front of the stall decorated with flowers and wicker chairs. All of them were talking about work, good times, and family. Holana was there as well, munching on a raspberry tart, feeding little bites here and there to her bragging husband.
He had secured a rather large client for his metal works in Danjur. Evidently, some rich duke there had a fancy for his metal sculptures. There was an art show there every month, and Mojag was rolling in cash. "What kind of idiot pays 10,000 rupees for a sculpture made of scrap metal? It's insane what these rich floozies will buy." Mojag was gloating to his friends. "Now, he wants me to do a series of commissions for him and his friends, and display my work in some gallery of his. He says it will get me more potential clients."
"Well, we can't complain it means more money." Holana snickered. "Not like the Talbithas were rolling in it anyway."
"All you had to do was flirty with him a little, and we had the fat man." Mojag laughed. "The duke probably keeps coming back for your pretty face, my dear."
"Might as well flaunt it if I got it."
"And Asa, pffft, asking her to do a bit like you was like asking her to eat shit." Mojag rolled his eyes. "Why did you even hang out with her anyway?"
"Same reason as you, her family had the largest forge at the time and I needed the work, so I pretended to be her friend to keep my job."
Absolute. Bloody. Fury.
Klinge overheard the exchange from the start, but kept himself from interrupting until he heard enough. By first impressions, it appeared Asakonigei was correct. “Yet your craft isn’t what is sought by your Queen.”
Mojag jolted when he heard the voice, turning around to look at the source. This was a guard of Hyrule of some sort. The armor looked awfully familiar. He could not quite place his finger on the voice either. He had seen this man somewhere before. Where was it? "... well, to each his or her own." Mojag shrugged his shoulders. "Some just don't have an eye for finery like I do. Right, babe?"
"Of course." Holana agreed. "Why? You looking to buy, mister?"
“I came looking for you. Mojag, if I’m correct?” Klinge looked around at every member of the gallery, eying then for weaknesses.
"Yeah, I'm Mojag." He confirmed. "Look, if you're here for business, you can come by my forge later. Right now, I got to treat my girl to a tasty pastry because she's delicious herself."
“Oh believe me, besides my own work already being better, I have a better forge master than you. I merely arrived to see if you were worth any worry.”
"A better forge master?" Morag started laughing as did his friends. "Look, you probably got one of those sissy Hylians doing your metal work. You're biased, you haven't seen real metalworking yet."
"... wait... I think I recognize that signature." Mojag looked at the metal arm with scrutiny. "Is that a Talbitha signature? ... you went to them? They're expensive work, man, I could have cut you a way better deal for less of a price but high quality. They'll rip you off with all that 'fancy' shit engraved in the metal. You don't need that."
“I pay for the best Mojag. The reason the Talbitha family works for the army of Hyrule is because they produced the best weapons and armour this army hasn’t seen since ancient times.” Klinge picked up a piece of metal that Mojag was working on, and with a squeeze of his literal steel fist, turned the metal into scrap. “As you can see, it’s quality is nothing to smirk at.”
"Psh, whatever man, Asa probably just spread her legs for whoever was in charge to get the account. Oh wait, she's too much of a prude, maybe her uncles had to sweet talk them!" At Mojag's comment, everyone was laughing. "Thinks she's too good, better than everyone else."
“From what I see, all you can do is belittle your competition. Have no true fire. No true craft. It seems you can’t accept that Asa was the better smith, and the better Lorleidian.” Klinge’s voice was calm, but deep inside he wanted to start snapping bones off this guy. For a rare occurrence, however, Klinge was in no legal right to do so.
"Better Lorleidian? Better craft? Please, I taught that bitch all she knew. She still insisted on that fancy shit. And she couldn't give out a little pussy." Mojag scoffed. "No matter, I got me a better woman, a real woman now."
Klinge made a glance, he blank stare of his cold helmet looking at her. “Tell me, what’s your name girl?”
"Who wants to know?" Holana paid the stranger no mind. "I don't know you, and I don't have to tell you a damn thing."
“It’s odd. I’d have assumed that a near extinct race would be kinder to one another. Betrayal amongst Lorleidians seems counter productive for your betterment as a people.”
"Betrayal? Give me a break, it's not like I didn't warn Asa that Mojag wasn't right for her." Holana had heard this lecture over and over before, but simply tuned it out. "And he even tried to break it off a few times, but the girl was so dense she had no clue what he meant."
“Your friendship meant nothing?” Klinge started to pace, his voice cutting the surface like a knife. “Queen Zarazu told me stories of an ancient Queen that fell in love with Vul’kar. Only for her to betrayed by scum and villainy.”
"The queen was stupid for falling in love with an Abyssian of all creatures, look at what Vul'kar did to us!" Holana huffed. "What she did was inexcusable, doesn't compare to what I did. I simply went after the man I loved."
"What, did her uncles hire you to harass me over this stupid matter again? It's been years, get over it and move on." Mojag rolled his eyes. "Besides, her new beau supposedly is a freak of nature." He snorted, telling his friends. "I think it's just a pity move."
His furnace suddenly blew apart in a small fizzle and bang. Klinge was incredibly subtle with his magic, and his fury reached its limit. The man’s work would do instead of squiring him on a pike. Klinge walked over to Mojag, staring him down. His voice was low, like parent who was ready to snap at the next wrong doing. “My final reason for coming here. Asakonigei is ready to move on from filth such as yourself. It seems that your envy of her won’t let yourself move on. You’re an inferior smith. Stop slandering her name, or I will make your life very, very difficult.” He looked at the rest of the Lorleidians in the room as a small fire spread. “Clean your mess of forge as well as your attitudes. We’re done here.” With that, the commander made his exit.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Mojag nearly fell out of his chair when his furnace from across the way suddenly crumbled into a million pieces. He was furious. This man had some gall! "I don't even know you, you fucker! Wait... wait a minute, you're the one who is fucking her now, aren't you?!" He chased after the commander. "No wonder she sent you to torment me, finally got her a freakshow in a suit to come do her dirty work!"
Klinge gently snatched Mojag up by the colour, lifted him up high off the ground, then lightly tossed him lightly on his ass. “Caution little Lorleidian. Don’t fight this dragon. Go back to your little forge. Perhaps move to Danjur. Asakonigei has proven her worth to the Queen and this country far more then the likes of you.”
"That's rich, coming from a freak. Don't think I haven't heard the rumors." Mojag picked himself up off the ground. Just for spite, he used his magic to start twisting Klinge's metal arm. "Let's see Asa fix that. Piss off, you freak. Come on, Holana. We're going home for the day."
Mojag suddenly felt a very real sharp pain stab from under the ground and into his foot. A little knife materialized, cutting into his foot rather well. “I’d get that looked at. Carefully were you tread.”
Klinge winced behind his helmet from his arm being pulled, but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of pain. He wanted to see Asa break his spirit. If Klinge couldn’t go beyond tame pains, and Mojag had no criminal history to go off for an arrest, Klinge knew he had to crush his pride.
Mojag was releasing a string of curses and holding his foot as Klinge walked away from the market area.
~
Klinge returned to his living quarters, satisfied by his afternoon. However, he knew this situation with Mojag was something he couldn’t normally fix.
Asakonigei decided that working in the forge every single day was tiring. So, she decided to take a day off and work on her designing inside. She was inside her room, sketches all over the floor. There were several different styles she wanted to try but she was not sure how functional the armor would be. The Kovina drew out the weight, pieces, and various ideas on her parchment and then even used her magic to try a few swirls in the metal.
Walking in the door, was a surprise to Klinge. “What do you have there?”
"Mind the sketches, please." Asakonigei had charcoal on her cheeks from working on various sheets. "I had this idea of creating some new armor for the soldiers dependent upon their type of work. Like the scouts need lighter armor to move faster, but still something to protect them. The guards at the front gate usually see a bit of trouble, so they need thicker armor. Yet, the rookies still don't know what they want as far as a station, so I need to design a universal type for them..." She elaborated more and more on her various sketches. "Oh! And this!" She held up a sketch of a crudely drawn war boar with armor. "We have nice saddles for the dragons, why can't we have a little more protection for the mounts?"
Klinge gave a light frown at the war boar designs. “I know it’s the royals favourite animal to ride, but the rest of the army, myself included, ride horses. I suppose it is cute though.”
"Oh, I did that too! Where did I put that sketch...?" Asakonigei looked around and then found it under a pile of possibilities. "See? For horses too."
“Your work is lovely.” Klinge set the paper down, and put his hands gently together. It was something he always did when he was going to deliver a difficult conversation. “Asa? Can I tell you something?”
"... yes?" Asakonigei gave him a look. "I know that tone of voice, Klinge. What's wrong? ... did Nubi'ahlus mix up your weapons as a joke again? I told him not to do that."
“Your story about the market with Mojag struck a cord, so my curiosity won over me. I investigated his whereabouts and met the man.”
"... oh no..." Asakonigei made a face, grimacing. "Please tell me that you left him... breathing. I know he's an asshole, but he does have others who depend on him."
“That thug was the most difficult ordeal of restraint I’ve ever gone through. Besides stepping on a knife when he tried to twist my arm, he’d fine.” Klinge looked at his arm, hoping that cockroach didn’t harm his mechanics. “It was strange. He didn’t have your grip.”
"...!!!! He twisted your arm?!" Asakonigei seemed more concerned about the possibility of Klinge's discomfort instead of the fact that Mojag did even received his small touch of karma. She held out her hands, and insisted, "Let me see! Are you all right?"
“I’m fine Asa.” He gently showed her his arm. “I’ve never met any of your people so... pathetic.”
"There's bad apples in every bunch, Klinge, even you know that." Asakonigei scowled loudly when she saw Klinge's arm. The metal was warped! "That fucking asshole, piece of shit, smega-eating dickhead!"
“His friends seemed to be drones. The girl was interesting. Her venom towards sounded like a play to me.”
"Shush." Asakonigei put a single finger to his helmet as she used her magic to fix the warped metal back into place. Peace and quiet were vital in concentration. She tried to do so as gently as she could to avoid causing Klinge further discomfort.
Klinge rested his human hand on the bed, waiting until she was done calibrating his arm. “I swear there has so be a way to counter that kind of magic. I thought the runes on this arm held magic.”
"This metal can only be influenced by Kovina magic and melted by Vatra magic." Asakonigei explained, "Unfortunately, Mojag is a Kovina, like me. I'll research runes to see if I can restrict magic warping---wait... Zarazu never explained these runes to you?"
“Not in particular. It unnerved Abyssians, but that’s was about it.”
"They're old magic, some of the first Lorleidians created these to use when our people were first learning how to use the elements our spirits gave us. The runes are infused with light magic, so I'm thinking that's why the Abyssians balked." Asakonigei sat on the edge of the bed with her husband and pointed out each rune one by one. "This one is strength. Not only in body, but in mind. This one is hope, for now, for later, and when you need it most. And the last one..." She chuckled. "The last one is 'adanata'. Love. Heh, and Zarazu told me that Covarog is the cheesy one." The Kovina told her lover. "Zarazu believed you worthy of love."
“Of course we are... no matter what others think.” It was almost cute how low Klinge’s voice dropped as he held Asa’s hand gently.
"Ha! Zarazu's never cared about that, we shouldn't either." Asakonigei then said, "You know, she requested these when I made the arm. I could always add more."
“If you think there is more to add?”
"Well, if you really wanted me to, I could always add 'Asakonigei has the best tits and ass', on there." She suggested with a laugh. "Not a rune. But just a statement."
“Been a while since you showed them off, so busy with work.” Klinge smirked. “Listen, I think I know how you can forever get Mojag off your back. Legally.”
"... legally? But that's no fun." Asakonigei sighed, flopping on the bed, her black hair sprawling everywhere. "I beat his ass once. Now that was fun."
“But that wasn’t enough. You didn’t humiliate him.”
"... should have dragged him and Holana out for everyone to see what a fucking cheater he was. But I was too angry to be clever for that."
“And that, my dear lover, is why you failed in your revenge. You broke his body. But do you know what you needed to break instead?”
"His dick."
Klinge gave a hardy metallic laugh. “God, I love that. Part of his body my dear. Take it from someone who served a man who went by the title of Dark Lord once. You need to break his spirit Asakonigei.”
"And how do you suggest I do that?" Asakonigei quirked an eyebrow, intrigued. "Mister-Fear-Me-Lord-of-Dark-I-Know-All-Revenges."
“He still thinks he’s a better metal smith then you. What’s your reply to that?”
"That's his arrogance talking. He thinks that he's so much better simply because his dad owns the largest forge." Asakonigei rolled her eyes. "Typical asshole thing."
“Then you need to disprove him in front of his friends, his customers, and all your people.” Klinge straightened up tall, looking down at Asa. “If you beat him in open competition in front of his Queen and everyone else, not only will his spirit be broken, but you will have found yourself something that goes beyond revenge. Justice.”
"... well... there was that competition that Ralnor organized, but I didn't think I'd have time to enter." Asakonigei sat up on the bed.
“I can set you up. Zarazu can make it even more grand by renting the Colosseum for use. And give Mojag an invitation he can’t resist.” Klinge placed a hand on her shoulder. “I believe you can do it.”
"The competition is only three days away..." Asakonigei looked a little worried.
“What if I helped you?”
"Hmm... I'd have to the design, that's the rules. But..." Asakonigei was good at finding loopholes. "There's nothing that says I can't have help making the metal."
“I was Ganondorf’s best smith. We can do anything together.” Klinge lifted her up on his knees, smiling warmly at her. “Want to take a bet?”
"A bet? Didn't take you for a betting man, Klinge." Asakonigei looked at him with a grin. "What kind of bet?"
“500 rupees says Mojag will flee the country once you break him in front of all his peers.” Klinge smiled, tilting his head at her. “That or a dance from you~”
"500 rupees? That's my salary for a week!" Asakonigei huffed, not about to gamble her hard earned money. "A dance? From me? Don't you mean with me?" She appeared to be confused for a moment before turning bright red, understanding his insinuation. "Klinge!" She swatted his arm, in embarrassment.
He grinned wickedly, a laugh cracking from his person. “You’re the one so confident about the best T and A in Hyrule. I’m sure it’d be fun to see a private dance.”
"Just because I know I have the best tits and ass doesn't mean I'm exactly ready to show off." Asakonigei was still bright red in the cheeks. "I'm not the queen."
“You think Zarazu galivants around the castle?”
"... you have seen what she wears in front of the king?" Asakonigei had a point. "Half the time, I think he picks out her outfits."
“Does it help I only want myself to see you?” He bounced her a bit on his hip, a toothy grin shining even through his exposed cheek.
"Think about a ring, then undressing me you naughty man." Asakonigei swatted him on the shoulder. "For now, we have a job to do."
“As you command dear.” He lifted her up, placing her down on her feet. “Then we best prepare.”
~
A messenger made his way to Mojag’s forgery that very day. The Lizalfos adjusted its metal cap, giving a knock. “Pleasssse open up ssssir.”
Mojag was busy with his orders and Holana opened the door. Their forge was attached to their house. She was surprised to have a messenger. "What's this about?"
“Messsssage for Mojag. An invitation from the Queen of Hyrule. Ssssshe is hosting a competition of the best Hylian, Goron, Kovani and other sssssmiths in the land.”
"A competition?" Holana took the invitation and read over the conditions and rules. "Huh. First prize gets money, second prize a day at the spa, and third prize gets a free couples dinner at that new Goron restaurant."
“You forgot the prizzzze of recognition. A medal from the King and Queen herself.”
"It's a dumb medal. Money we could use." Holana scoffed. "Recognition is nice, but it doesn't pay the bills."
“Will you join? The cassssh prizzzze pot is a cash prize of $10,000 rupees, assss well assss $100,000 in diamonds.”
"Of course we'll join." Holana started to close the door and then on second thought, asked another question. "How many others are there competing?"
“39 ssssssmiths.”
"And would one of those smiths happen to be a Talbitha?"
“Why do you assssk?”
"Just some bad blood, lizard." Holana shooed him off. "We'll see you at the competition."
The Lizalfos frowned, its frills shooting up. “Lizalfos.”
With that, he headed off to give Klinge word stage one of his plan was ready.
~
Klinge escorted Zarazu to her throne that oversaw everyone else in the coliseum where she could address the crowd and enjoy the competition. “Your tribes are about to finish finding their seats. You know Zarazu, Zelda once sat in this very seat to watch a competition of strength from her husband.”
"I recall Ganondorf telling me of that tale... 17 times already." Zarazu said dryly as she looked over the coliseum. She had to wear a damn fancy dress for this and it was so itchy and uncomfortable. The queen was walking rigidly and had to move her dress to the side to sit down on the throne. "I was expecting a... smaller crowd, to be honest. I didn't know we have such interest in these competitions." She arched an eyebrow at him. "And due to your insistence that I be the judge of this competition, something tells me you have a motive. You're not good at hiding things around me, my friend. Dare I ask what's going on?"
“I have to be fair, it’s you, BiggestGoron, and Fiest the Dinolfos. Least the competition be seen as favoured in Asa’s favour too much.” Klinge stretched an arm out to the crowd. “People love entertainment. As Queen, I think that’s a lesson you haven’t fully grasped. Sure, assassinations bring a level of excitement to the castle, or Covarog’s siblings come back with daring tales of adventure, but the public doesn’t get to experience that. They don’t get to see legends made of the ‘common’ folk often anymore. This metal smithing competition has brought in all of your tribes, Hylians, Gorons, as well as many others looking to spectate and compete. It’s an honour to host this event Zarazu.”
"You do have a point, the public probably doesn't have everyday adventures like Orana's fascinating tales." Zarazu had to agree with him on a few aspects. "I'm sure everyone will have a good time. Though, you know what is a giveaway that you're up to something?"
“Yes?”
"You're wearing the armor that Asa made for you."
“And?” Klinge shrugged, pretending with a tone he had no idea what she meant.
"And you only wear it for one of three reasons," Zarazu elaborated. "To impress others, is the first. You strut like a male cucco bird when you wear it. Second, if you're going to do a demonstration for the rookies, because that is your best suit and you like to show it off. Last, if you're up to something that you're trying to keep on the down low. The last five times you've been wearing it, I found out about an event you were trying to keep shush shush. Like you pummeling those jerks who catcalled Asa a few weeks ago." She had an amused expression on her face. "Klinge, face it, you're becoming too easy to read. You're smitten with her, aren't you?"
“I care a deep deal about her, yes. So much so, I organized this events so that she can humiliate Mojag and destroy any trace of hope he would have. I made sure every Kovina is present, as well as a few of the man’s customers. Once this competition is through, she’ll never have to worry about him again.”
It was part romantic and part mortifying to hear how dedicated Klinge was willing to go.
"... for some reason, I'm not too surprised." Zarazu crossed her legs. "You'd move the moon for her, wouldn't you?"
“No. But raise her above my head to get closer to it.” A giant boom and the feeling of an earthquake was felt. This was followed by another boom, and another, until a Goron the size of a giant peered its head over the stadium radius. Klinge nodded. “And that is Biggestgoron. I should go see Asa. All the smiths are preparing in the centre.”
"Heh, what do you know, the great and fearsome Klinge has a soft spot." Zarazu had to tease him a little. "Go say hi, Klinge. And do tell Asa I said good luck."
Klinge made his way through the crowd until he spotted her designated working area. “Asa, how are you feeling?” All around them smiths of various races were preparing mentally to begin.
Asa had checked her list for all the items. Five times. And now she was inspecting her forge for the third time. It was obvious that the Kovina was... nervous.
"Fine. I'm fine. Just... fine."
“Asa, you can’t conquer the battlefield until you conquer your fear of battle first. Admit your troubles, tell me what weighs on your mind.”
"I... I um..." She took a breath and then blurted out. "I don't like being the center of attention. I'm not like the queen who can speak publicly and have all eyes on her."
Klinge nodded, understanding that fear. “Do you like art Asa?”
"Well... I guess metalworking is a form of art." Asakonigei tried to think about the question from a logical perspective. "I just don't use brushes and paints."
“It is. Many people love your art. They want to be motivated and inspired by your art. You can loved, but have no need to be publicly present back. All you need, is to focus on your world, and create your art.” Klinge rested just metal arm on her shoulder. His final reasoning for pushing Asa towards this. “You are so much more then you think. I think, deep down inside...” Klinge pointed a metal finger at her heart. “... you know it’s time the world believed too. Let them see the might of your vision.”
"... you make me feel better, Klinge." Asakonigei smiled at him. She took a deep breath. It was hard enough to think about how many people were watching, so she decided just to do what he told her. Just focus on her work. "I know Zarazu is judging, but there are a few other judges as well, aren't there?"
“The competition will work as such. First round is building an item from scratch with the supplies you are given. It will be tested for design, use, and finally, durability. This can be anything you want. The judges will decided who the top ten contestants are for the next round. This is where you will bring in an item of your previous work for examination. The best piece of work wins. The judges are Zarazu, Feist-“ Klinge pointed out an ten foot tall Dinalfos with dazzling gauntlets and an axe on his tail tip. “And Biggestgoron.” It was hard to miss out the small mountain sized Goron looking over the stadium, looking bored as he rested his arms on the ring shaped top. “I hear he’s rather cold to youngsters, do you don’t have to worry about him treating other Goron’s with more respect.”
"Oh spirits..." Asakonigei swallowed. Hard. "They um... they're pretty uh... big. Scary. Fucking hell." The Kovina looked back at her work. "Okay, I can do this, I can do this. I used to make stuff from scratch all the time. I still make stuff from scratch. I love to make stuff from scratch."
“Breathe.” Klinge rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Okay, breathing, that I can do..." Asakonigei took a look at the competition and then saw... Mojag. With Holana. She had a look of fury on her face. "He brought her of all people with him?"
“Asa. She can’t participate unless it’s to work against him. This is a solo event. And she matters not. Close your eyes. Breathe.” He waited until she humoured him. “Breathe. Think of me. Think of your family. Think of your work. Channel it into art. Nothing else matters. You are indifferent to distractions.”
"That... that... that jerk!!!" Asakonigei huffed with a fire in her eyes. "I'll show him. I'll wipe the floor with him! He'll wish he never stepped foot in a forge!"
“Anger is good. But only if you focus it.” He could use this development too. Perhaps Zarazu’s peaceful meditations were getting to him. Focusing rage was something he was a far better teacher at. “Crush him. Burn his ego alive. You can flay his pride amongst thousands.”
"I'll make sure of it." Asakonigei told Klinge with a determined face. "I can do this. I won't let him win."
“I know.” Klinge made his way out, unfortunately having to walk past Mojag to do so. “I hope your foot has grown better after your accident.”
"Go kiss Vul'kar's ass, filth." Mojag sneered as Klinge walked by... and then he saw Asakonigei. He knew the two of them were associated. "Looks like she is fucking that thing."
Asakonigei shot Mojag a glare and awaited the introductions from the judges.
Klinge glared one last time behind his helmet, pointing to a specific area in the audience above. “See them Mojag? Those are your rich, customers from Danjur and Hyrule that were interested in your work. I’m certain they’ll pay whoever wins the competition. Best of luck to you, you punk.”
"To all of my people and guests of this kingdom, welcome to the Metal Masters Match!" Zarazu thought the name was absurd, but Covarog loved it. "Today, we have various competitors to show you exactly who will be the best master of their craft! For the first round, we will have our contestants make a weapon of their choice from the scrap metal in front of them. Our judges will then decide who will proceed to the next round."
“Armour, jewelry, or other works are also fine.” Feist added in a rather eloquent voice for a lizard. “All if you have your forges set up, and you’ve been given the same amount of resources to work with. You have two hours to create your choice. Cheating will not be tolerated. Prepare! 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”
“Begin.” Biggestgoron had to whisper to not shake the arena with his voice.
Contestants set to work. Goron’s took heavy hammers, battering at the metal. A Moblin cranked chipped away some metal by hand to craft a necklace. Everyone didn’t waste a single second.
Asakonigei looked at her items. A few items had a bit of rust, but she could take care of that easily. There was nothing sharp enough to build a weapon. Nothing of worth for jewelry. But... there was enough to make a statue. A huge statue like those rich, pompous nobles paid for to put in their gardens or in their corridors.
Feist walked his way through the contestants, watching their abilities unfold. He turned his head to towards Mojag next.
Mojag was using his spare materials to construct jewelry. His items consisted of a few stray jewels and enough thin pieces of metal to construct various types of jewelry. Thus far, he had a set of earrings, and a necklace.
Others constructed daggers, shields, rings, and other various items. Soot spread wildly, until finally, Biggestgoron spoke over the stadium. “Time’s up.”
Klinge waited beside Asakonigei’s family, watching with hope at her craft. Her family and him had been discussing forging tips and tales while the hours had gone by, and their hope they put into Asa.
Asakonigei's statue was by no means huge, but it was still a majestic piece. She has used the rusted parts to highlight pieces of hair while she used the shinier sections to sculpt body parts. When the piece was finished, it was a sculpture of the Gerudo twin goddess; sand and stone.
Everyone had to carry their items to a presenting stage for the judges to examine. Zarazu was able to judge the surface level look and practicality. Feist would judge the craftsmanship. The first man presented a dagger. Feist examined how he placed jewels amongst the hilt, but noticed cracks in the blade. Lifting it up, the mighty hand of Biggestgoron plucked the dagger up. He held it close to his eye to examine it. Then to the horror of the contestants, he tested its durability. With an ounce of a flex, he crushed to blade into pieces. “Bah. Pathetic.”
Feist frowned at his fellow judges attitude, but who was he to argue with a stone giant? “Next contestant.”
This continued, till at last, it was Asakonigei and Mojag last by chance. They were told to stand at the bottom of the platform together and wait to be called up.
"A statue? Really? That's the best you could do?" The man sneered towards the woman.
Asakonigei was quick to retort, "Well, not all of us got jewels like you did. Shame to see that you still can't craft jewelry worth shit."
"At least it's good enough for Holana, and that's all that matters."
"Psh, Holana doesn't know what's good from bad, and that, is bad."
"You're just jealous that she's a better fuck."
"You're just sore that I'm better at metalworking."
"You wish."
"What reason do I have to lie?"
"You---"
Mojag had no time for another quip for he was called to the podium. He presented his jewelry set to the judges; a set of earrings, a necklace, a bracelet, and a ring.
Feist was impressed by his jewelry. Certainly, the best in a while. “Fascinating craftsmanship. My Queen?”
"The jewelry is absolutely beautiful." Zarazu picked up the necklace. Her neck would get sore after a while of wearing this. It was rather weighty. "The stones are high quality and he removed the impurities from the gold. However, it's still a bit on the heavy side. Perhaps less weight next time?"
"Of course, my queen." Mojag was polite. "I accept your advice."
“Hurry up.” Biggestgoron waved a massive hand for the jewels. Examining them incredibly close, he gave a few nods. Finally, he opened his mouth and chewed down on them. One crunch. Two crunch. Impressive. “Not an Amateur. The ring lacked any inscription. I did enjoy the necklace, despite its weight.”
"...!" Zarazu was not expecting the Goron to... eat the items. "Next, we have a..." She turned and motioned for Asakonigei to approach the podium. "Oh! A stunning statue of the twin goddesses of sand and stone of Gerudo lore."
"Yes, my queen." Asakonigei used her magic to lift the statue upward for inspection.
"It seems you had some rather rusty materials... but you used it for a flare."
Feist darted his head up and down, examining the design. “It’s very striking on the eyes. I love the etchings you made. It looked as though you used all the material at your disposal. Well done, Kovina.”
Klinge felt a strong sense of pride at what she had crafted. He wondered what she could do with more time.
Biggestgoron lifted the statue up and examined it, twirling it around to see every corner etched out. No one else had done a statue. “Great imagination.”
With a light squeeze on the statue, it didn’t break. So, he did another one. He heard cracks, but it still held. With a flex, the statue turned into tiny scrap. Taking that scarp, he devoured the material. “Delicious craftsman ship. Need to eat some rocks later.”
"I um... can make another if you're still hungry?" Asakonigei offered, her jaw hanging open as the Goron devoured the statue. "I'll need more..." She heard the crunch and the snap, and nearly winced. How could that be good for anyone's teeth? "Ah... materials."
"I'm sure that Biggestgoron will take you up on that offer later, Asa." Zarazu laughed in delight at Asa's shock. "My friends, what do you think? Does she pass into the next round?"
Feist nodded, finishing up a list of people who believed worthy to be finalists. “She does, along with these others.” One his list he included Mojag, ranking 7th for him, but still top ten.
Biggestgoron shook his head. “I devoured and ate your items simply because I could. Because, even those that won’t continue on, you can recreate what you made here today. And it will be better the next time. The Queen and Feist may announce the finalists. I care only for the top ten.”
Feist made sure him and Zarazu agreed before announcing the winners. Even though they lost, the lower placed contestants still stayed to watch the demonstration part of the competition.
In the crowd, certain spectators were making bets on who would win. More importantly to some who traveled far, who they would hire.
“The Talbitha lady seems to be skilled. She’s quite the artist.”
“Mojag makes far more fair jewelry, but if she wins, I might have to switch my business.”
“I heard she’s a hack.”
“I suppose we’ll see.”
After the top ten finalists were announced, there was the second task to complete. Asakonigei and Mojag moved to their respective stations. The Kovina felt... happy. She was glad that the judges liked her work. While she did love creating armor and weapons for Hyrule's soldiers, this was a good change of pace. It was nice to simply have that opportunity to construct something entirely new.
Feist explained the rules. “At your called name, you will present your finest previous work that you choose to bring here today. The three of us will examine your item of choice for its craftsmanship, flare, and uniqueness, giving each a score out of ten. May the best smith win.”
First, a Goron came to the stage. His craft was making a replica of the legendary Megaton hammer. The original had been lost to the wild. “Biggestgoron, Queen Zarazu. I present the replacement to the Megaton Hammer.” With a swing, he crushed a boulder he used as demonstration into pebbles. “May it be used to slay dragons, just as the original did.” He noticed the Queen’s eyes raise at that. “Eh, er, evil ones of course. No disrespect to my Lorleidian brothers and sisters in the crowd.”
Klinge had to admit. He really liked the sound of that weapon. He wouldn’t kill Ba’puu, but it’d certainly hurt the dragon to bop him on the noes for misbehaving. Ah, he could daydream.
Mojag presented a pair of twin dual swords. The weapon was crafted with the best quality of metals, yet lacked elaborate design. Still, it was a good sword to use in battle. Asakonigei waited until her name was called. She really had not given much thought to what she should present. Over her many years, the Kovina had constructed hundreds of suits of armor and who knew how many weapons. Yet, she supposed her best piece was the part that brought her here...
Feist checked the list. She was the second to last contestant. He had seen swords, hammers, a mirror shield, and exotic crowns. “Asakonigei. You are one of two Kovina here today. We have seen your fellow tribesmen. What do you have to present?”
"I... my greatest creation actually belongs to another now. May I call Commander Klinge to the stand?" Asakonigei fidgeted slightly.
Others looked at him, and Klinge rose from the Talbitha family to make his way through the crowd to join Asa. For good measure he shot Holana a glance from behind his helmet. How he wondered how little she felt. Arriving, he gave Zarazu and the other two judges a bow.
"If you wouldn't mind showing them your arm?" Asakonigei asked Klinge with a smile. "Please."
He whispered down to her. “Do you want me to take it off, or tell them why it was created?”
"I doubt he needs to remove it, my fellow judges, you can see the fine craftsmanship?" Zarazu asked the others. "I'm sure Klinge would love to elaborate upon his tale."
"I made this with what my family had leftover from Lorleidi." Asakonigei explained to the judges. "It's called Banthorarium metal. It will never rust, never crack, never fade, and never melt unless it is with the magic of a Vatra."
Feist looked closer once Klinge removed the armour around it. The fearsome commander tended to keep to himself. “What are these markings on the arm?”
"They are runes, sir." Asakonigei explained to Feist. "From the olden days of Lorleidi, when we were first using our magic, learning how to use the elements." She pointed to the runes. "Strength, hope, and love..."
Biggestgoron laid out a palm to Klinge to climb aboard. Stepping on, Klinge held his breath as he was lifted into the air for closer look. “Smith. Is the arm magic?”
"Yes, and please don't try to eat it." Asakonigei added as an afterthought. "The commander needs his arm."
“I’m not eating any of the projects you brought forth. Smith. Why did you create this arm?”
"I created it due to the request from my queen." Asakonigei told the judges. "She said a friend of hers had lost his arm in a fight, and needed a new one to replace it." She gestured to the various parts of the arm. "It had to be fully functional and accommodating for his job."
Klinge glanced down from high up. She knew damn well why specifically it had to be made. Biggestgoron seemed satisfied. He carefully set the commander down. “Asakonigei, take your seat beside the other Kovina with the previous contestants. We have one more smith.”
Asakonigei did not think it was her place to tell the judges what happened to Klinge. If he wanted to tell the grand story of how he battled the queen, that was his place. Once she understood that Klinge's arm was not going to be eaten and in fact, had their approval, she took her seat.
Both the Lorleidians hadn’t noticed do to worries or mentally preparing during the first round, but a tiny mouse made its way up the stage, doing its best to lift a box a little bigger than itself. This was a Minish, a rare race of Hyrule that liked to keep itself to secrecy most of the time.
"Oh! May I help you with that?" Asakonigei was halfway to her seat when she noticed the next contestant. She approached the tiny... mouse? Rat? What was this? Zarazu had told her of other races, but she could not quite place this one. "It looks heavy."
“I’m fine. Thank you.” At least Mojag and a Moblin could be heard snickering at the sight. The Minish smiled softly, speaking in an even softer voice. “I liked your demonstration miss.”
"Thank you, I look forward to yours." Asakonigei heard the snickers and shot the Moblin and Mojag a glare over her shoulder. "Ignore them. They're bastards."
“That’s not a very nice word.”
"Well, they're not very nice. Good luck." Asakonigei resumed her seat.
The Minish gave a tiny bow to the Queen and Feist once he was done. “My name is Spielzeug once again. I’m sorry for the wait.”
"You're fine, Spielzeug. Tell us, what do you have to show us?"
“My creation. I like to build toys with a little magic.” Opening the box, a metal dragon crawled out. Every scale was etched perfectly, zero hint of rust. Its wings were made of fine glass, with perfect folds to allow it to close and open at will. Its eyes were fitted with tiny rubies, and the judges swore it was looking at them. “Fly!”
The dragon did as was commanded, fluttering into the air. Its scales moved and tightened as if it had to breath like any dragon of flesh and blood. It danced and made little chirping sounds, a tiny echo escaping from a little jaw. The dragon flew by the competitors, then rest by the Minish. “I call it a Dragon-Fly. Due to its size and what it is based off.”
"Oh my! This is absolutely delightful!" Zarazu held out a finger and watched as the dragon perched on the digit. "I've never seen such a cute toy! My twins would absolutely love this."
Asakonigei actually grinned. It was a cute toy. She wouldn't even mind having one herself.
“I took my time crafting tiny gears and smelting the metal together. After that, I imbued it with a little life.”
Feist took hold of the sleeping curled dragon. “Curious. Most curious.”
Biggestgoron wished it wasn’t so small. His eyes could barely make it out. “Certainly unique, tiny one.”
"It's adorable, I love it." Zarazu had a huge smile on her face. She was tempted to ask if she could buy it, but this was not the time or the place. The competition had to come first. "May I ask which dragon you used for inspiration?"
“One from a story book.”
"A story book?" Zarazu thought of the erotic book, 'The Dragon's Bride' for a moment and nearly giggled. "One suitable for children, I hope."
“Why wouldn’t it be?” The little Minish knew not of the many profanities in the Queen’s mind.
Feist set the dragon back in the box. “Queen Zarazu. I believe it’s time we voted for the top three contestants.”
"Yes, indeed. Oh, um..." Zarazu carefully placed the dragon back into the tiny box. "Are you sure you don't need some help? I wouldn't mind. You truly do have a unique item there."
“No thank you. I can handle myself.” Carefully, the Minish carried the box all by himself down the ramp.
Klinge waited in anticipation as he watched Biggestgoron hold Feist and Zarazu in his palms for secret discussion. Who would come out on top?
Finally, the Goron set the Queen down. “We are proud to announce the top three.”
Feist looked to the crowd. “In third place, Boulog the Goron for his replacement of the legendary Megaton hammer. Now, Queen Zarazu, please announce second and first place.” That certainly got a cheer, especially from the Goron tribe.
Klinge looked down to Mojag and Asakonigei. He could have sworn he heard a scoff from Holana, as if it was obvious from the beginning her lover would win. Who would win the competition? The arena crowd was on the edge of their seats, all eyes on the Queen to deliver the verdict.
"In second place... Asakonigei Talbitha for her amazing and fully functional prosthetic arm." Zarazu announced the crowd, earning cheers. Up in the stands, there was loud yelling. Her uncles and cousins went wild, spilling beer and popcorn everywhere. Her family was thrilled. "For first place, we have decided upon the most unique creation we have seen in a long while..." Mojag looked smug and confident but his expression quickly fell. "Spielzeug!"
The tiny Minish nearly had a heart attack from shock. “Me?”
The crowd exploded into cheers. Klinge took a breath of relief. Asa wasn’t the champion like he might have wanted, but at least she beat that smug prick.
Feist scooped up the Minish in the palm of his hand, and elevated him above where the champion was supposed to stand on the podium. “I give you, the champion of the Metal Masters Match! You are the among the greatest smiths of the generation! You win the grand prize of $10,000 rupees and a bucket of diamonds!”
Setting the Minish down, he pointed to Asa. “Asakonigei. For second place and being the best Kovani here, you receive a spa getaway with anyone you like.” To the Goron, he gave a nod of respect. “Boulog, for third, you have received a free meal at Goron Sirlon Rockalanch. May you three prosper, and thank you for the rest of the contestants for participating.”
"You did marvelous work. I'm assuming you're going to open a toy shop? Or do you already have one?" Asakonigei was a good sport and congratulated the tiny Minish. She could not exactly shake his hand, so she offered a single finger to serve in its place. "I think the queen would be happy to have a couple toys for her children. I know I would if I had any."
“With all this money I’ve won, I just might do that.” The tiny Minish shook her finger with both hands.
Klinge had to wait behind a wave of people rushing down to great to winners. One even pushed past Mojag to get to them. “Sir! Sir! Will you build us my wife a suit of armour?”
“Sir Spielzeug! My sister works for the Queen of Danjur! I wanted to acquire an axe from you, and perhaps buy that dragon!”
“I’ll pay for a new pair of boots and an electronic bear!”
The little Minish shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I can only so many orders so fast. I can start taking a list, but may I suggest Asakonigei or Boulog smith your much larger means?”
"I'd be sure to direct people your way for... smaller projects." Asakonigei laughed when the poor Minnish was a touch overwhelmed by all the attention. "I'll be happier to complete the larger works."
"I do hope you enjoy your prize," Zarazu told the Minnish with a smile. "And when you have time, I would like to place an order for two dragons. For my twins."
“Oh! Of course.” The little Minish gave a tiny bow to the Queen.
Klinge finally was able to push his way to Asa after 25 new customers commissioned orders from her. “Congratulations. You earned it.”
"Thank you." Asakonigei finally completed the paperwork and assured her newest customers that their orders would be out as soon as possible. "I got a spa package. I think it will be nice to be pampered for a day, don't you?"
“I do. We can go whenever you like.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “They loved your artwork Asa.”
"This was... this was fun." Asakonigei sighed as she placed her hand on top of his. "I think it was good to have a little deviation from the everyday routine, yeah?"
“Indeed. I want to point out two things to you. Justice...” Klinge pointed at Asakonigei’s family. They jokingly told her that they’d have to see if they could see her or not due to their own orders. They looked so proud of her.
“We’ll be having dinner with them tonight. You brought pride to the best smithing family in Hyrule. And, well, revenge.” He pointed to Mojag. He did not look or sound happy.
"I'm glad I could put him in his place, but..." Asakonigei glanced at Mojag and then looked up at her family in the stands and waved to her cousins and uncles. "I think I like this view better."
Klinge nodded in agreement. A darker desire in him wanted to see the humiliation from Mojag further, but his heart told him that there was more than enough vengeance granted. He was best suited to follow his lover and support her at Asakonigei’s side. “Then let’s go celebrate.”
