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Cozy Isekai Craftsman, ch 9
🕑 Added 2023-03-10 00:14:38 +0000 UTCJoe dashed out of the burning house after Emily, the acrid scent of smoke filling his nostrils. As she slammed her hammer against the door, flames licked at the wood, threatening to consume the entire structure. But Emily's strike was like a bolt of lightning, unleashing a powerful surge that doused the flames in an instant. Joe's eyes widened in awe as he caught a glimpse of the hammer's rippling aura - it was as if he had witnessed magic in action. It must have been some kind of enchanted hammer.
Emily looked left and right, and there was a figure running down towards her. Joe recognized him; he had only seen Lucas the night before. It was Lucas, the sheriff, followed by Grace. They seemed to be out of breath. How did they know so quickly about the Fire Spirit? They must have had some kind of way to track if something went wrong within the city.
Lucas's expression soured, his annoyance palpable as he shot Emily a sharp glance. "I knew that cursed thing would cause trouble," he grumbled, shaking his head in disapproval.
Emily rolled her eyes, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Oh, relax, Sheriff. You can throw me in jail later. But first, we've got to take care of this pesky problem before it gets out of hand."
Joe watched in awe as Emily nonchalantly handed her hammer to Grace. The weight of the hammer seemed almost too much for Grace to bear, as it took both of her hands to grip it tightly. Joe couldn't help but wonder at the power imbued in the enchanted weapon, and he couldn't wait to see it in action once more.
With a sense of determination, Grace carefully set down the hammer, her hand resting on the flat end of the weapon. As she did so, her hand began to glow with a subtle red light, pulsing with an otherworldly power that sent shivers down Joe's spine. He watched in awe as Grace tapped her fingers against her temples, her eyes soon glowing with the same fiery hue as her hand.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance, running towards them at a breakneck pace. Lucas called out to him, waving his arms frantically. It was Rick, and he looked out of breath and frazzled. Joe couldn't help but wonder how everyone seemed to know to come here so quickly - it was as if they had some sort of sixth sense when it came to danger.
Joe opened his mouth to ask about their seemingly supernatural abilities, but he held his tongue. He knew better than to question the unexplainable - after all, these people clearly knew what they were doing. All he could do was lend a helping hand and stay out of their way. As the group prepared to face whatever danger lay ahead, Joe felt a sense of relief wash over him. With such capable allies by his side, he knew they were in good hands.
Rick rushed over to Lucas, his voice urgent as he spoke. "Lucas, I've got my people on the perimeter, and Grace's incantation is up. It shouldn't be able to escape, but we need to be careful not to get burned from the inside out."
Turning to face Joe, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Was this your doing?"
Joe bristled at the accusation, his cheeks flushing red. "Not to my knowledge," he replied, his tone firm.
Emily stepped forward, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm the one who got the fire spirit for cheap. I knew the soul crystal was cracked from the get-go."
Lucas let out an exasperated sigh. "Can we please stay focused here, people?" he snapped. "If we don't get this fire spirit contained, it could spread like wildfire and burn a quarter of the town to the ground by this afternoon."
Everyone nodded in agreement, their faces grim with determination. Grace stepped forward, scanning the group with a sharp gaze. "Is everyone here?" she asked.
Lucas nodded, a steely resolve in his eyes. "That's everyone we could muster at the moment. The rest of our people are securing the perimeter of the town. Let's get to work."
Grace's hands trembled as she took a deep breath and focused her gaze on Joe. "Does that include him?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. Emily and Rick swiveled their heads to Lucas, who stood with a smug grin, twirling his mustache like a villain in an old Western.
Lucas took his time before answering, as if weighing the pros and cons of the situation. "He should be fine," he finally said, rubbing his chin. "Besides, we need all hands on deck for this one."
Grace nodded, her fingers clenching the fabric of her robe. With a look of intense concentration, she raised her hands to her head and began to mutter in a language Joe had Niamher heard before. It sounded like the words of an ancient magic spell, something straight out of a fantasy novel.
Suddenly, flames erupted from her fingertips, shooting towards each person in the circle. Joe braced himself for impact, but to his surprise, he felt nothing. The heat dissipated, leaving him unscathed and bewildered.
"What was that?" he asked, looking around at the others.
Lucas stepped forward, his eyes scanning the horizon. "That should buy us a half-hour, max," he said. "She has to stay here to maintain the incantation. Rick and I will take the north side of town. Emily and Joe, you go to the south."
Joe nodded, still feeling the residual heat from the spell. He turned to Emily, who looked just as unsure as he felt. But with a determined nod, they set off towards the southern end of town, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
Joe spoke up, "So we're hunting spirits now? And what kind of spell was that?" He glanced at Lucas, who gave him a sharp look. "It's an incantation," he corrected, his tone clipped.
"Right, my bad," Joe said, feeling a bit foolish.
Lucas gestured to the surrounding area. "Keep your eyes peeled. Look for anything out of the ordinary."
Joe scanned the landscape, unsure of what he was supposed to be searching for. But then he saw it, a faint glow in the distance, barely visible against the darkness of the night. "Is that the Fire Spirit?" he asked, pointing towards the silhouette.
Lucas nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah, and there's another one over there. We've got about half an hour to catch them before they can split off, so we need to move fast. You two good to handle it?"
Emily nodded, hoisting a massive hammer over her shoulder. Without waiting for Joe, she took off running towards the glowing figure. Joe hurried after her, waving a quick goodbye to Rick and Lucas.
As they ran, Joe couldn't help but marvel at Emily's speed and agility. For someone so small, she moved like a cat, her hammer swinging effortlessly at her side. He wondered if all lizard kin were this strong, or if Emily was a special case.
She glanced over her shoulder, panting heavily. "You're staring at me," she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Joe stumbled, feeling a blush creep up his neck. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, trying to focus on the task at hand. How could she tell?
He said, "Sorry, I was just lost in thought."
Emily said, "When we find the Fire Spirit, you need to let me handle it. I have experience with them. I don't know what else you're capable of, but I can't rely on you. And we can't allow this thing to split off."
Joe said, "Got it. You're the boss." For some reason, that made Emily grin. She said, "You're damn right I am." They ran for a little bit longer, then began to slow to a jog as they neared the glowing silhouette in their vision. It was like having X-ray vision, but only for one specific thing, which happened to be the Fire Spirit.
This Fire Spirit had moved quickly several times, but now it seemed to be hiding. Emily looked up and down at the building that they had stopped in front of. It seemed to be an abandoned building - fairly large compared to several homes in the area, and it appeared dilapidated, which was odd because almost every house in the entire village that Joe had seen so far had been well-kept. People seemed to take care of the property here. However, this house gave off haunted house vibes - well, technically, there was a Fire Spirit inside it.
Joe took a step forward, but Emily placed a strong grip on his chest, causing him to step back. "Shouldn't we go in there?" Joe asked.
Emily replied, "Do you hear that?" Joe turned his ears to better hear what she was talking about. There was a little bit of noise coming from inside the house - maybe steps and voices, or even giggles.
Joe's eyes widened. "Those are people," he said.
Emily nodded and said, "This is my ancestral home. So I know the layout well. The Fire Spirit will run off as soon as it sees me because it knows that I can kill it or trap it. I need to be able to sneak up on it and set up a trap with my hammer so it doesn't go anywhere. Then, after that, we can sniff it out."
"Okay," Joe said. He followed her inside the building, and there were several footsteps pounding above them, doors creaking, and more giggles that sounded like they were coming from children.
Joe gave Emily a wary look. "Shouldn't we say something?" he asked. Emily was shocked. "I don't know," she said. "This is an old house. It used to be my grandfather's, but the only time people come in here is little kids trying to dare each other to find a ghost."
It was too early for any reasonable soul to be up, but he knew that the children in this town might be used to waking up earlier than the ones on his first Earth. It was reasonable to believe they woke up with the sun like farmers, and in some cases, even before it.
"Okay, then I'm going to say something," he said to Emily.
He kept his hands up and bellowed out, "Kids, this is Joseph Johnson. We have an emergency. If you come down here, we need you to get out."
Even though Joe spoke pretty loudly, the Fire Spirit in his vision did not move. Instead, it froze in place. It seemed to be wary of the new visitors inside the dilapidated mansion.
A few voices resounded from above. The sounds were familiar to Joe. One of them sounded like the small boy who said, "See, I told you they would find our super secret hiding spot."
Another spoke up, this time also a boy. He replied, "It's not a super secret hiding spot anymore if they could find us. Now it's just a regular spot."
A girl's voice spoke up. She sounded a bit more mature. She said, "Let's just do what Mr. Joe said. Mom and Dad said that he's okay."
"Okay," the other two boys said in unison in agreement.
John, Bryan, Niamh, stepped out of the top of the stairs. They seemed to look like they were in trouble, but Joe dissuaded them. He said, "Hey, guys, just come down the stairs. You're not in trouble. However, there is trouble here. There's a loose Fire Spirit that we need to catch. And we don't want you guys getting caught in the crossfire.
Brian looked scared. John looked excited. Niamh looked concerned. Lee pulled on Brian, while John followed, hopping down each stair one at a time with both feet at the same time.
Finally, they reached the bottom and said, "What do we do now, Mr. Joe?" Joe shrugged. He looked at Emily. He said, "She's the boss. Should I get them out of here?"
"Quick, take the kids out!" Emily commanded Joe, her voice laced with urgency.
Before he could even react, there was a sudden whoosh of air that made Joe spin around. In front of him, the Fire Spirit stood, its silhouette glowing against the darkness of the night. Joe's heart raced as he took in the angry aura emanating from the faceless entity.
The kids whimpered and cowered behind Joe, seeking refuge from the wrath of the Fire Spirit. Joe stood tall and spread his arms, ready to shield the children from harm.
But Emily, the fearless warrior, stepped forward, her hammer at the ready. The weapon glowed a soft blue, casting an ethereal light that illuminated the tense scene. With unwavering determination, Emily stood between Joe and the Fire Spirit, a beacon of hope in the face of danger.
The Fire Spirit squeaked out several words, its anger palpable, but Emily stood her ground, unafraid.
Joe's heart pounded in his chest as he took a few tentative steps back, the kids huddled close behind him. "Listen to me carefully," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Do exactly what I and Emily tell you, do you understand?"
The children nodded vigorously, their eyes wide with fear as they clung to Joe's shirt.
Suddenly, the Fire Spirit began to grow, its glow intensifying as the room filled with scorching heat. Joe's eyes widened in alarm as he felt the temperature rise, the flames licking hungrily at the walls.
Desperate to keep the children safe, Joe pulled them back even further, almost dragging them into another room. But the Fire Spirit was relentless, the flames spreading with terrifying speed.
The front door burst into flames, the boards nailed to the windows catching fire as well. Smoke billowed thickly, making it difficult to breathe. Joe's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan, his eyes darting around the room in search of an escape.
The air was thick with tension, the heat suffocating as the flames drew closer and closer. But Joe refused to give up, his determination burning as brightly as the Fire Spirit's flames.
Joe's eyes darted around the room, searching frantically for a way out as he tried to ignore the oppressive heat and the acrid smell of smoke that filled his nostrils. "Emily," he said, trying to keep his voice calm so as to not scare the kids, "we need to get out of here. Now."
But Emily's face was set in a fierce scowl as she stood her ground, her hammer held tightly in her hand. "We can't just leave," she yelled back, her voice laced with determination. "Not while that thing is blocking our path."
Joe cursed inwardly, the frustration and fear bubbling up inside him. He glanced over at the children huddled behind him, their faces pale with terror, and took a deep breath. He couldn't let them see him falter.
"Can't you use your weapon to trap it?" he asked Emily, his voice low and urgent.
Emily shook her head. "Not without catching it by surprise," she said. "And I don't think that's going to happen."
Joe's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. He reached into his pocket and felt the smooth, cool stones nestled there. Useless, he thought to himself bitterly. Throwing stones at the Fire Spirit would be like spitting into the wind.
But then, a flicker of an idea began to form in his mind, and he felt a glimmer of hope. If they couldn't trap the Fire Spirit, maybe they could distract it long enough to make their escape.
Joe's eyes fell upon a couple of heaps of dirt on the ground, and he couldn't help but wonder how they had found their way into the abandoned room. The kids watched with concern and curiosity as Joe dropped to his knees and scooped up a handful of dirt. He could feel the gritty texture of the earth as it slipped through his fingers.
With a sense of purpose, Joe cupped the dirt in one hand and studied it closely, his eyes narrowed in concentration. A blue translucent window appeared above it, listing its various properties. He examined the color, the texture, and the way it held moisture, analyzing each property in turn. And then, he saw it. The property he had been looking for all along.
"There it is," he whispered to himself, a glimmer of triumph in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Emily was locked in a fierce battle with the Fire Spirit, her hammer flashing through the air as she dodged its flames. The children cowered behind Joe, their eyes wide with terror.
Undeterred, Joe reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of smooth stones. With practiced ease, he transferred the specific property he had found to each of the stones, feeling the power coursing through them.
With his other hand, he picked out all the rest of the stones from his pocket and set to work. With every touch, he imbued them with the dirt property he had discovered, focusing all his energy and concentration on the task at hand.
"Mr. Joe, are we going to be okay?" Brian asked, his voice trembling. Joe gave him a calm smile, even though his heart raced. The worst thing he could do at that moment was panic. It would make the kids panic, and even if they survived this, it would be a traumatic experience for them for the rest of their lives.
So Joe tried to look like Gandalf the wizard, as if he knew exactly what he was doing, even though he totally didn't. He gave them a sly wink and said in a deep baritone, "What are you talking about? You're talking to a wizard. The Great and Powerful Joe."
Meanwhile, the Fire Spirit grew hotter, and the room filled with flames.
Joe had to act fast. He said, "I'm gonna need your help. We can all be wizards today."
Brian looked skeptical, Niamh looked curious, and John looked incredibly excited, hopping in place on both feet.
Joe said to them, "I've enchanted those stones to be super powerful, and only those of pure hearts can throw them to defeat the fire demon." He spoke to them as if this were a simple game and that their lives were not on the line.
Joe asked them, "Can you help me?"
The kids clutched their newly enhanced pebbles and nodded fervently. Once they took the small stones, the fear in their expressions transformed to playful determination
Joe slapped them on the back and said, "Okay, we're going to aim all at the same time and just let loose. When I count to three."
The kids got into the ready position, and Joe said, "1, 2, 3!"
The three children acted in perfect unison, launching their pebbles at the Fire Spirit with lightning speed. The stones glinted in the dim light, hurtling through the air like tiny missiles. The Fire Spirit dodged many of them, its movements growing more frenzied by the second, but it couldn’t avoid them all.
Some of the enhanced pebbles struck their target, causing the Fire Spirit to sputter and hiss in frustration.
Joe, meanwhile, had not been idle. Holding a handful of dirt, he scanned the room for anything that might be of use. His eyes fell on an old drape, hanging from one of the nearby windows. It was long, dewy, moldy, and stained, but Joe saw past its shabby exterior to the properties that lay within.
With a steady hand, Joe transferred the properties from the dirt to the drape, his fingers moving with lightning speed as he worked. The drape shimmered with newfound energy, its moldy stains now infused with potent magical properties.
The children continued to pelt the Fire Spirit with pebbles, their faces set in fierce determination. The Fire Spirit, for its part, looked incredibly annoyed, its form writhing and twisting in a vain attempt to avoid the onslaught. But the children actually looked like they were having a good time.
The Fire Spirit seemed to sense a specific property that Joe had transferred over to the pebbles. Emily gave the kids a wary look but seemed to appreciate that their attacks caused the Fire Spirit enough distraction for her to slam it against the wall. The Fire Spirit coughed out a squeaky reply, then inhaled air and began to expand more and more, growing larger inside.
The kids ran over to Joe, and John said, "Mr. Joe, we ran out of the super awesome pebbles. What do we do now?" They sounded afraid, really scared now that they no longer had pebbles to help.
Joe gave them another wink and said, "You guys did your part. Well, now it’s my turn."
Without thinking any further, Joe ran past Emily and threw the drape over the Fire Spirit. Emily whipped around and snarled, "Are you an idiot? It's going to eat it up and grow even more powerful."
Joe said, "I'm counting on it."
Joe's heart pounded as he let go of the drape and ran back to the kids. His arms were spread wide behind him, shielding the children from the blistering heat and searing flames that engulfed the room. He could feel the heat radiating off the walls, could hear the crackle and hiss of the fire as it consumed everything in its path. But he didn't let fear overwhelm him. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, determined to see it through to the end.
The Fire Spirit, meanwhile, seemed to be growing stronger by the second. It didn't run away from the drape as Joe had hoped, but instead ran toward it with a wild, frenzied glee. Its form writhed and twisted as it consumed the enhanced fabric, devouring it with a voracious hunger.
A hole opened in its form, acting as some sort of mouth, chomping on the now enhanced drape. But instead of growing, the Fire Spirit began to shrink.
Joe felt a surge of hope as he realized that their plan had worked. The enhanced drape had somehow weakened the Fire Spirit, sapping its strength and reducing it to a mere shadow of its former self. With a sense of triumph, Joe turned to the children and gave them a thumbs up. They had done it.
Brian pulled on Joe's pants and said, "Mr. Joe, I think it's working."
Emily's eyes widened, and she said, "What did you do?"
Joe said, "I'll explain after. Do your thing, trap it."
Emily said, "Right."
The Fire Spirit must have realized that it wasn't growing any further because it looked down at its body and snarled. As Emily and Joe stood before the fiery creature, its intense heat made them sweat profusely. Suddenly, the Fire Spirit let out an ear-splitting snarl, as if it had realized something.
It peered down at its own body, its anger building with each passing moment. The creature began to squeak, not at Emily, but at Joe. As it strode menacingly towards them, Emily slammed her hammer onto the rocky ground with a resounding thud.
A burst of light radiated from the hammer, spreading like inky shadows across the floor, ensnaring the Fire Spirit in a net of luminous strands. The creature stopped in its tracks, whipped around to face Emily, and then back to the net of lights.
With an otherworldly screech, the Fire Spirit tried to break free, but the net held strong. Its flames flickered and danced within the barrier of light, illuminating the cavern with an ethereal glow. The net tightened, folding in on itself with lightning speed, until the Fire Spirit was trapped in a shrinking cocoon of light.
As the flames dimmed, the Fire Spirit's cries faded away into silence. The once ferocious creature was now subdued, trapped within its own fiery prison. Emily and Joe exchanged a look of relief, grateful for the net of light that had saved them from the Fire Spirit's wrath.
The flames licked hungrily at the dilapidated mansion, threatening to devour it completely. Joe scanned the room, taking in the destruction that had been wrought by the inferno. The front quarter of the house had been reduced to ash and rubble, and Joe knew that it was a miracle they had managed to escape with their lives.
As the heat in the room began to ebb, Joe's attention turned to the pebbles scattered across the floor. He gathered them up, feeling the coolness of their surface against his skin. Turning to the children, he handed each of them a pebble.
"Listen up, soldiers," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "We need to stop these flames from spreading. Are you ready for your mission?"
The children snapped to attention, their eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, sir!" they said in unison.
With purposeful determination, they lined up their shots, taking careful aim at the smoldering embers. One by one, they hurled the pebbles with all their might, the coolness of the stones a sharp contrast to the searing heat of the flames.
It took a few attempts, but soon enough, the flames began to dwindle and die down. The room was left in silence, save for the occasional crackle of an ember. Joe breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the children had come through in the clutch.
Turning to Emily, he saw that she was panting, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She looked exhausted, but also triumphant, as if she had just emerged from a great battle. Joe couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the makeshift team he had assembled. Together, they had faced down a raging inferno and emerged victorious.
With a deep sigh, Emily collapsed onto the ground, her body heavy with exhaustion. She let her elbows rest on her chest, her hammer falling from her hand with a dull thud. Joe looked around the room, taking in the devastation that had been wrought by the Fire Spirit. He spotted a small, cracked piece of crystal on the ground, no larger than his thumb.
"Can I pick it up?" he asked Emily, who nodded wordlessly, still trying to catch her breath.
Joe approached the crystal, feeling a sense of trepidation as he reached down to pick it up. As his fingers closed around the cool surface of the crystal, a window appeared in front of him, filled with details and item descriptions that he had never seen before. He filed the information away for later, too exhausted to fully comprehend it in the moment.
Looking around the room, Joe scanned for any other glowing silhouettes in the distance, his eyes roving over the wreckage. In the distance, he saw a small silhouette blink out, a sign that Lucas and Rick had successfully taken down the other Fire Spirit.
A sense of relief washed over him, and Joe felt his knees buckle with the weight of it all. He wasn't physically exhausted like Emily, but the sheer terror of the moment had taken its toll on him. He wanted nothing more than to collapse on the ground beside her and let the tension seep out of his body. But for now, he had to stay strong, make sure everyone was okay, and figure out what to do next.
Emily's voice was low and hushed as she leaned in close to Joe. "You've got to put on a good act for the kids," she said, her eyes flicking over to where the three children were gathered in a huddle, their faces still flushed with excitement from their victory over the Fire Spirit.
Joe nodded, a smile plastered on his face as he looked over at the kids. "Yeah, look at the smiles on their faces," he said, his tone light and playful. Inside, though, he felt a deep sense of relief mixed with a healthy dose of fear. The Fire Spirit had been a close call, and he didn't want the children to fully understand the gravity of the situation.
Emily seemed to understand his concerns. "You didn't want them to have nightmares about this," she said, her eyes softening with understanding.
Joe nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you don't know how things can affect kids," he said. "But hopefully, their parents will have a good talk with them about why this was an incredibly dangerous situation, and that they shouldn't try to put themselves in these kinds of situations in the future on purpose."
As he spoke, Joe kept his voice light and playful, wanting to shield the children from the full weight of what had just happened. But he knew that once they were safely back in their homes, it would be up to their parents to make them understand just how close they had come to danger.
Emily seemed to finally catch her breath and took in some air. She asked, "What did you do back there?"
Joe shrugged and replied, "Magic."
Apparently, that wasn't a good enough answer for her because she gave him a flat stare.
Joe explained, "I transferred the properties of the dirt to each of the pebbles, giving them the ability to quench the heat of the Fire Spirits. Even if they made contact with the Fire Spirit, it probably wouldn't have done much, if anything at all. It was a minor annoyance. But when I did it with the drape, I didn't just use a handful of dirt. I did it multiple times with multiple pieces of dirt."
Emily blinked at him a couple of times, as if trying to understand what he was saying. She said, "And this isn't sorcery?"
Joe shook his head and said, "Not one bit. It's my own little brand of wizardry, magic." He snapped his fingers at her, trying to look cool and give her a corny smile.
She returned the smile, but still looked exhausted. Her expression was astounded as she huffed in disbelief, "Magic.”
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Okay all. What do you think of this one now? I will post more chapters, but I thougth here was a good place to get feedback.
Comments
Kevin Brown
Comments are being stubborn but... I found a typo
Kevin Brown
"mutter in a language Joe had Niamher heard before"
Blaise Corvin
5 more chapters up. You and Knight are both giving me great feedback. I really appreciate it
William Waggoner
I am really enjoying it so far. It’s interesting to see how Joe handles things with a purposeful calm. It reminds me of something I’d heard before that really stuck with me. If I remember right it was something along the lines of, “Peace is more important than personal pride, so whenever possible try to be a peace maker instead of a peace breaker.” I understand Knight’s comment about seeming like a “pushover” but to me it looks like Joe sees that sometimes Peace is more valuable than his personal Pride. Maybe I’m just reading too far into it and putting too much of my own feelings onto it. Oh well, it just made me think.
