Mobile Suit Gundam: Blood Price

The Grind

"The fuck is this, Mika!" I winced as my boss, a halfling blacksmith, hollered across the workshop.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.

The name is Mika, no last name as it's only reserved to nobles. About 16 summers old and no family. I was a street rat before becoming a blacksmith's apprentice at the age of 10 summers old, I would later become a full-time blacksmith after learning everything I need to know in smithing. The one who took me in is my boss, a Halfling who thinks I was cute as a child.

Unfortunately, I don't find her cute.

About waist high, Maribel is like a child compared to me. But even with her short stature and youthful appearance, this woman is an old hag. I estimated her to be in her 40s by now as Halfling normally leaves their hometowns at the age of 20 to start life independently.

Just like any other Halfling, Maribel looks and dresses like one. A cute and petite body, short brown bob cut hair and a short stature obviously. Meanwhile her choice of attire is left to be desired, wearing nothing but literally pasties on her bare sex and tiny breasts.

Her nude body is only covered with a cape and a hood. How did I never see this woman get sick, I would never know and will just chuck it to her being Halfling and their bullshit physique.

Now back to the situation.

"B-Boss! please don't break that, you little shit!" I screamed in horror as she tried to bend my work.

How valuable is my work?

I don't know because it's the only first prototype Heat Saber I made from scratch!

"Hmm, nice folding and sharp edge. Too thick though and it felt hollow on the inside? The fuck is this sword to be?" Maribel glared at me but honestly, it wasn't intimidating or scary.

It was rather cute but I would never admit it in my life.

Sigh. "That's my personal project so please don't break it and turn it into a scrap." I halfheartedly begged her.

She gave me a stink eye. I grimaced.

"You didn't waste precious gold or Celestine forbid, our stash of good ores?!" I raised my hands up in surrender immediately as she roared.

"I didn't! All came from my own funds!" I squeaked.

" You better be and I want my damn massage tonight!" She yelled before leaving my workshop.

I sagged in relief after she left. If she got angry enough, she might actually break the prototype Heat Saber. A Halfling's strength is no joke.

As of now, the Heat Saber is missing key components. Its inner frame for heating and a power source to heat up the sword at tens of thousands of degrees in Celsius.

Just by the sound of it, this sword is practically the strongest sword in the 7 shield Alliance, even stronger than Vult's massive claymore, the Bastard Son.

So how did a non-descriptive blacksmith like me get my hands of it and its production process?

Notice:

M1 Astray is done repairing. Ready for deployment.

I smiled as once again saw the blue screen that once plagued and cursed me with its existence.

A week ago

It all started a week ago. Same old day as yesterday. Wake up, eat, work, eat, work, eat, give the little boss her nightly massage and sleep.

That's my daily life routine since becoming an apprentice blacksmith and later becoming one myself.

It's rather dull and tedious.