Genesis: The Lucky Blacksmith
Negotiating

The classic Japanese-style house looks elegant and elegant. Even the soothing aroma of green tea was emanating from inside the building when the sliding door was opened. The shiny clean tatami floor welcomed Riko's entourage to enter immediately. The guard invited his guests to enter.

After taking off her footwear, Riko and her friends entered the magnificent building. Their steps were so quiet that they were muffled by the slippery tatami floor. The guard took the five men down the hallway after the hallway, until they reached a room in the middle of the building.

“Sorry, but all that can enter is the guild leader and one of his confidants,” said the guard suddenly stopped his steps.

Riko looked at each other with her friends. He decided to choose one of them to accompany him. “Then I am with Mona, yes,” said the young man.

No one protested the decision because Mona was already lined up as the vice-chairman of the guild. After a short conversation, the guard brought his body closer to the ornate sliding door of the sakura.

“Guests have arrived, Sir,” said the guard before opening the door. The guard speaks Japanese, but Riko can understand it due to the auto-translate feature of the Genesis system.

“Log in,” replied the heavy-voiced man in the room.

The guard opened the sliding door with a polite bow gesture, similar to the one in the samurai films. Riko snorted a little at him, but still refrained from commenting carelessly.

“Please enter. For the others, can come with me,” said the guard separated Riko and Mona from three other colleagues.

Once the door opened wide enough, Riko could see a spacious room with a low wooden table in the middle. The table was square in shape and covered by a thick warm cloth.

The owner of the room, a well-built middle-aged man with whiskers and gray hair, nodded at his guests. Riko and Mona understand the gesture as a sign that they are welcome to enter.

Both of them stepped in slowly. The sliding door was again closed by the guard after Riko and Mona were perfectly inside. Because the old man in front of them did not bother to stand up, Mona took the initiative to just sit in front of him. Riko followed without much talking.

“Welcome to Japan. I hope your trip is fun,” said Mr. Murakami after the two sat on the tatami.

The warm blanket immediately made the feet of Riko who had been cold so comfortable. Even on the table there are three sets of green tea that smells delicious.

“Thank you for the help, Mr. Murakami. As I already talked about over the phone, we need to go to the dungeon that your guild is handling,” Mona replied.

Mr. Murakami raised one hand.”No need to rush. Let's warm the body first with the green,” he said then flicked his finger once.

The sliding door opened again, and now three women came in with soft makeup. The three women approached Mr. Murakami, Riko and Mona one by one, then began to brew tea and serve it with great care.

Riko understands that Mona is deliberately covering up the fact that Riko's skill has been stolen. It is better that it is not spread haphazardly.

“There are materials we need,” replied Riko give up.

Instead of responding, Mr. Murakami just smirked thinly. He again sipped his steaming green tea while encouraging Riko and Mona to enjoy it. Riko stared at the clay cup doubtfully. Even so, it would be impolite to deliberately refuse dishes from the host.

While dismissing the bad thought that the drink might be poisoned, Riko finally remained upright. Fortunately, his worries did not become real. Other than the bitter taste and the shoes that whack her tongue, there are no bad events like Riko thought.

“Your friend must have told you about the conditions to be able to use my dungeon. I'll give you access, but after that, you'll have to make me the weapon I asked for. Before the weapon is finished, you cannot leave this country,” said Mr. Murakami is full of pressure.

This is not an easy pressure to resist. Even Gamaliel who incidentally is the strongest player in his hometown, still not comparable to the charisma owned by the guild master from Japan.

“We must have –” Mona was about to reply, but Riko prevented it with a helping hand. This was the talk of fellow guild masters. Rikolah was in charge of this meeting, including the safety of her friends.

“Exchange must be comparable. You know that too. The Snow Island Dungeon was only open at certain times. Meanwhile, our travel in Japan is limited by an administrative system that only exempts visitors from other countries from staying for fifteen days without a visa. So we cannot be suppressed in such a way, given that the obstacles are beyond our control,” Riko tried to negotiate.

Mr. Murakami nodded lightly. The man seemed to understand Riko's request. Even so he only dedicated, allowing Riko to continue the conversation.

Riko smiled thinly. “This is not a difficult request. We just need unlimited access to the dungeon when the portal is open, until we find the thing we're looking for. Then we also need help for visa processing if it is needed,” he said later.

Mr. Murakami grunted quietly. “If it's only that far, you don't have to ask for it. I'll take care of everything,” he said lightly.

However, Riko's request didn't just get there. “Recipes, materials and thirty percent charge for weapons manufacture. After that I will not raise any more objections,” he added without further ado.

This time, Mr. Murakami looked hard. Of course Riko's request is quite reasonable, given how rare the ability of irregular blacksmiths like him is. Although at this time Riko could not confirm whether his ability was successfully restored, but there was no harm in trying.

Finally, after being silent for almost a minute, Mr.'s sharp gaze. Murakami. It seems that the man chose to give up. “Twenty percent charge, or not at all,” growled later.

Riko could not hide her smile. The young man agreed without protesting again. Once paddled, two islands were surpassed.