Chapter 71: Craft. Die. Repeat. I
His home and the entirety of the neighborhood had been thoroughly cleaned.
What remained though, was the warehouse.
“When you first started helping construct this building, I questioned the merits of it,” Zaessythra communicated internally. “Now though, I’ve grown a new respect for this.”
“We are what we do. If I simply lounged about and focused on the sword all the time, where would I be?” Orodan questioned back. “If a warrior is unwilling to do work considered beneath them, then when a novel challenge or struggle comes along, they’ll quail before it. People often make a big deal out of my willpower and drive, but these small things I’ve committed to through virtue of discipline and work ethic, are what built the willpower everyone sees.”
“I suppose… though no amount of sweeping floors and throwing up beams can allow one to withstand the terror of a Boundless One. You’re still an anomaly.”
Perhaps. Was he some proto-Boundless One himself? Was he the result of some spark of a cosmic force dropping unto Alastaia and System Space? Who knew? Orodan wasn’t entirely without imagination, he’d pondered on what his place in the grand cosmos and greater universe might be. He’d pondered… and then gone right back to work. He wouldn’t dismiss her suggestion, but what did it do for him now?
There was a warehouse to build, and a familiar foreman who was looking at Orodan with wide eyes as he trivially hurled the stacks of wooden lumber across the site and onto their designated spots where the workers could reach them easier. Yet, of greater note was the spread of tools he’d set up.
“O-Orodan…! What is all this?! Where did you even get all these things?!” Old Man Hannegan demanded. “Don’t tell me you stole it all!”
“Not at all,” Orodan said. “The jewels and dust were sourced from the Department of Public Sanitation. And the tools, I’m going to create.”