Life returned to peace.
Ruger went alone to the other side of the island and stood by the sea. Before leaving, he wanted to finalize the first version of his Spell Sword so he could begin nurturing it in his mental power space.
He was not particularly greedy, and his laziness kept his greed in check just enough. In the past, whatever he did, he always wanted to prepare everything perfectly and only put on the finishing touches when he could achieve the best possible result-his first pair of shorts, for instance.
Reality had taught him that this approach did not work. It was better to get a less-than-perfect pair of shorts a little sooner.
He had already written this into his kobold survival principles. Many things required deliberate restraint, which could be difficult, but letting laziness cut them back by thirty percent made them much easier. Laziness was a kobold's best companion.
After becoming a Wizard Apprentice, he understood this all the more deeply. This was exactly how he had comforted Mahama back when Mahama was still a Wizard Apprentice. At the pinnacle of the Apprentice level, truly pursuing the absolute limit could keep one at it until Big Guy's beard turned white.
He should pursue the limit, but not become trapped by it.
Different times called for different goals.
What he wanted now was a Spell Sword he could proudly bring out and put to use.
Naturally, he had a standard in mind.
A choice made after weighing his options.
He began meditating according to plan, practicing spells according to plan, and practicing the three special languages according to plan. He did not neglect Word of Flame either. Then he set aside more time to forge his Spell Sword according to plan.
Ruger did not overlook Heartstring Scales,