Novel Bin Chapter 676 Kimono
Chapter 676 Kimono
"How dare you?! You have taken this too far, you disgusting, horrendously foul man!" Ambriel exclaimed furiously, and Eisen looked at them with a deep glare himself, "Shut up, or I’m going to kill you first." Eisen told him. And he completely meant it. Somehow, the concept of ’killing’ others had become much, much more... natural to Eisen over the past few months. He didn’t particularly like this fact, but there was nothing that he could change about this anymore.
In this sort of world, there was no way that Eisen didn’t kill a lot of people in the past. It was only natural that he was less affected by it.
With a deep breath, trying to calm himself for now, Eisen looked back at Hinaja. He knew that Ambriel wasn’t really allowed to attack him in any way while they were his guide, so he wasn’t worrying about that anymore.
"Even though I don’t know what the issue is, I’m going to resolve it for you in the future. I’m going to resolve all the issues that any of you gods may have with Samuel." The old man explained, and Hinaja looked back at Eisen, with an expression that was slightly filled with fear.
"B-But... That’s far too dangerous! You will not stand a chance against Samuel or those directly around him the way you are now!" Hinaja pointed out, with the most amount of energy in her whole body that Eisen had seen in her so far while visiting this Divine Realm.
The old man walked up to her and placed his hand on top of her head, "Don’t worry about that. I’m going to be fine. I’m working on changing for this whole thing right now. And I’m not alone, so there’s that as well." Eisen explained with a soft smile on his face. Hinaja nervously nodded her head, while Eisen tried to further calm himself.
He looked at Hinaja once more, "I think I should head off now. This will be the last time that the two of us are meeting for now, though. Is there anything else you would like to tell me, or you would like me to know?" The old man asked, but Hinaja shook her head immediately.
"No... I don’t. If anything comes up, I will try and inform you, alright? I will... send a message to a priest in the church on Lord Silmos’ island, if that’s alright for you?"
"Of course. That works for me." Eisen said as he slowly gave Hinaja a hug, "Everything is going to be good not too far from now, alright?"
"...Alright..." She replied quietly, and Eisen slowly turned around, stepping toward the entrance of the workshop while waving at Hinaja. He was of course followed by the completely infuriated Ambriel, who was just eagerly waiting for Eisen to finally finish up by meeting Silmos.
But of course, that wasn’t what Eisen was going to do now. Instead, to try and calm himself down a bit more by doing simple work, the old man made his way to the workshop of the lesser Goddess Simone, the goddess of Tailoring. Sewing was something that relaxed the old man because he didn’t really have to think much about it depending on what exactly he was doing, so that was kind of ’perfect’ for him right now.
And so, the old man made his way there. It didn’t take long to convince Simone to let Eisen work at her workstation, and he was even allowed to use a lot of the different materials that they had here. They had special sorts of Silk from different breeds of numerous sorts of insects that made use of silk in any sort of way, cloth that was dyed with ink coming from special monsters or dyes made with plants that were hard to come by.
For now, Eisen wanted to make a few other clothes for the other craftsmen he knew, and then he would make some sort of ’Luxurious’ items for the others using these more rare materials. The old man got started, for example making a new pair of pants for himself.
The pair he was wearing was fine, but it was a bit damaged here and there, a few rips, some singes, and that sort of stuff that was simply became unpleasant after a while. And so, he made a new pair of pants for himself out of wool that apparently came from a sheep that was especially bred to produce resilient and fire-resistant wool.
Eisen figured this was the perfect material for him, and swiftly made the rather simple pants. There wasn’t anything special about them, again, they were just somewhat loose pants that he could comfortably wear without any worries while working. He figured he should still enchant them a little bit later with some stitched enchantments, which he was planning to do for many of these different pieces of clothes.
For now, the old man figured he should just continue remaking clothes that he or Folmirra made for the others. Those were mainly their work-clothes, though, which should receive the greatest benefit out of all of these different items that the old man made.
He wasn’t sure how \\u003cThe God of Craftsmanship’s Holy Aura\\u003e would benefit items that weren’t directly related to craftsmanship in the first place, although he definitely was curious about it and couldn’t wait to see soon.
After he made these different clothing pieces, the old man got started on something else. For a while now he didn’t really wear anything but this outfit that he was wearing right now. And sure, he would change into his new leather apron and pants later on, but it was still basically the same outfit. And so, he figured he should make some new clothes for himself.
Regular pants, some shirts, and such things. The same sort of thing that he had already made for himself in the past, but never really wore too much. He still had those shirts he first made back then in Melroe, but they were at far too low a rank for him to wear at this point.
They were just simple things, though. There were no special patterns or anything like that, just clothes that he would later enchant so that he could maybe receive a bit of a benefit from them while crafting as well, if he wanted to casually work on a small item while wearing these.
Beside that, the old man wanted to make a new formal suit for himself. It should look practically the same as his old one that burnt up back when his right arm was completely cursed over and over again, and ended up giving him the ’Mass of Yin’.
Eisen figured that there were probably situations where showing up in a leather apron and three-quarter pants, and barefoot, was slightly disrespectful. And so, the old man got started with his work and for the next few hours just made the suit for himself.
He was pretty proud of it, but since it wasn’t finished yet, he couldn’t really look at the benefits that he would receive from wearing it. Either way, the suit that Eisen made was made with materials that should work pretty well with his Demonic Transformation. And of course, they were made with materials that Eisen, to an extent, prepared beforehand already, ability-enchanting them with his Size-Change ability so that he wouldn’t randomly end up ripping this well-made suit up when changing his size to any extent.
Eisen even added a small extra skill into the mix that he wanted to play around with. He enchanted it with the ’Item Fusion’ skill, so that he could try and fuse this suit with different sorts of outfits or materials for different reasons, before then undoing the fusion.
For one, it should really help with accepting Eisen’s transformations, but it should also help prepare him for different situations. He could fuse metal into his suit when he was fighting someone, or he could maybe even fuse that golden armor that he made for himself as his ’King Armor’ into it so that he could make use of those benefits as well. And that meant that Eisen of course also needed a hat, which he also gladly made for himself.
He liked the aesthetic of hats, and the fact that he might be able to fuse it with his crown was also pretty interesting. Eisen was actually most curious about how all of this would work out after he finished the items. Eisen should probably be able to describe the way that these sorts of fusions were supposed to work when he got to the point of working on magic inscriptions for this item.
The old man took a deep breath and stretched out a little bit after he finished this suit, and then stood up to walk around the material storage to look for the right material for the next item that he wanted to make. And soon, he found it. It was a deep black silk made to be especially potent when it came to things like ’Death’, Necromancy for example.
He looked at it and then turned at the Angel next to him, describing the sort of pattern that he wanted on this silk, and the Angel quickly placed his hand onto it and the silk changed to create the patterns. It was as if white flower petals started appearing on it in a storm, and the old man quickly nodded his head with satisfaction as he cut off the right amount of silk that he needed.
He brought it back to his workstation and started to immediately work on this item with the image of the person he was making it for in mind. The old man cut the cloth up in the right places, sewed it together in other places, and generally just made sure he remembered how this sort of clothing-piece was made correctly.
It’s been a while since he’s made a Kimono, and this wasn’t a regular sort of it, after all. It was slightly different in some parts to be a slight bit more dress-like, since that was exactly what Kirisho was wearing. The old man couldn’t remember a time when she was wearing anything else but that same black Kimono-like dress, and considering how much she did worry about her appearance, he figured it would be nice to have some other things for her to change into.