#umm...the way the champions' weapons work seems to differ in both games so setting this bo.tw-adjacent for now. lmk if you want otherwise!

[balladetto]

cont. from here / @gloryseized

     You get to a point in any journey where the non-routine becomes a routine in and of itself. Aidan's gotten used to it enough that he can find a kind of pattern in everything, even the surprises. Sometimes, each day is the same general shape from the moment he opens his eyes to the second his breaths slow into sleep, and some other times— well. He hits the fucking jackpot.

     It's the loving labour of three extensive, exhausting nights that the client swings around in his ( deceptively powerful, what the heck ) hands. The sound the weapon makes as it strikes the ground — heavy and sturdy and satisfying — has Aidan barking a delighted laugh himself. He may be totally spent, he may be disgustingly overcooked, but damn him if he isn't going to pry success from the jaws of another challenge.

     He waves a hand dismissively at the thanks, wiping a towel across the last of the sweat lingering on his face with the other and grin stretched from ear to ear. "Said I'd fix it, didn't I!" Then, in the moment it takes for him to interpret the next signs, the smile shrinks into something more contemplative.

     It's an impressive facsimile of Goron City's Boulder Breaker, which he's only ever studied and fawned over from a distance in all his stays there. He'd floundered on where to begin at first, having claimed the job with more awed impulse than anything rational, but the sense caught up to him eventually. All weapons start somewhere. Broken down, it was just a really refined Cobble Crusher. Really, really refined. Like, Aidan had to dip into his scarce supply of diamonds refined.

     ...It's a very impressive facsimile. "Five-hundred sound good? Unless you have diamonds on you." Uncut ores, ideally. "Where'd you get this beauty, anyway?"