The Second Hand of Time

CHAPTER SIX I SHOPPED FOR DEADLY WEAPONS WITHOUT PAYING

Mr. Theodore's house is full of deadly weapons. Inside were a lot of swords, knives, bows, and other weapons I can't name.

Mr. Theodore just kept on introducing weapons crafted by different craftsmen and blacksmiths. On the walls hung an assortment of swords, with different designs, but as far as I know, these are long swords. Near them hung different sizes of shields with different designs as the façade.

Armors were put in their own armor stands, each with their unique designs and durability. The metallic ones are for the front-liners, or the tanking class, the leather armor for the damaging class, and reinforced fabric for healers and ninja-type class.

Knives were placed on a table, each have their own unique designs and deadly look. Shurikens, the star shaped knives lay on boxes and a lot of them were contained inside leather pouches and leather containers.

"These daggers here is made by (BLAH_BLAH) as a gift to my family for the fire element rune deals we made with them." Mr. Theodore was saying.

I spotted some weird-looking knife with its blade curved like a snake. There was two of those, pointing upwards in an X formation, gleaming with a green tinge.

"What weapon is that?" I asked Mr. Theodore and pointed at the weird knife.

"Ah. My, my, you have good eyes." Mr. Theodore replied. "That is called a Kris Blade, and that rune is poison. That weapon is deadly. Wait, all weapons are deadly."

"Okay. I see." I said and continued observing other weapons.

I saw a katana resting in its scabbard, lying on its pedestal. The sword looks good, including its scabbard. It looks very special because it is the only sword lying on a single table.

"Is that-?" I asked.

"Oh, that is the legendary craftsman's failed project; the sword that supposedly controls time and space. The Chronos Blade."

"The Chronos Blade?" I asked.

"Yes." He stood nearer at the sword and fished out an old photograph below the sword's pedestal.

He pointed at the photo. "That is me, as a teenager. That time I was only thirteen years old. This guy here is the legendary craftsman."

"Hmmm." I mumbled. The other guy in the photo looks familiar. In fact, I feel like I know the other guy on the photo. The guy smiled like a mad man and looked pleased with himself. He looked like someone who enjoyed sticking his fingers on electrical sockets.

"I think I know who this guy is." I told Mr. Theodore.

"Of course. You didn't know?" He asked.

"Hmm. I can't really match the details but that grin, and that face looks really familiar."

"Okay, that guy is your grandfather. Frederick Spark."

"Grandpa Fred?!" I exclaimed. "That gambling-brained idiot?"

"Yes. He was quite a gambler, but not even his family knew about his talent. He said it was too dangerous for them to know."

"Still, I can't believe he craft weapons. All I hear from him is all his reasons to pay for his debts."

"Oh, where is he now?" Mr. Theodore asked.

"At his old house, he lives there with Grandma Marie. He is there hiding from all of his debts." I replied. "What's wrong with the sword anyway?"