Kuur'a found himself being dragged out of the hospital-- and soon kidnapped to be taken elsewhere. Elsewhere being out of the hospital- through the village and passing the square, which Kuur'a gave a short wave to Kyung during, before they'd be taking off to the gates .. where the mine tunnel is. He had been here once before, but was only scoping it out- not quite mining just yet. He hadn't really felt a need to. . Not quite yet. But now- he had a new plan of action. . A new blacksmith.

The plan was in his mind- the idea behind the Scythe. He wanted the best possible materials for it, to ensure utmost success. . To ensure that it was perfect in every fashion- the shaft, hard enough to block a strike. The blades- hard enough to cut through anything that got in the way .. and then eventually, a cable attached to the hilt so he could throw it and then pull it right back- to keep on fighting. . But that was all a plan in theory, and had yet to be properly done. No idea if it even could be.

But for now- he would have to find out. And the first step to finding out would be 'standing' up, and mining. So, he would. Pushing himself up to something of a limping stand, he'd make his way closer to the rock he was plopped down infront of. A pickaxe in hand- due to having stopped to get one before coming in here of course .. he'd lift it up high above his head- both hands gripping the wooden shaft like he was wielding a baseball bat- before swinging it down vertically to strike the earth.

That was only one strike, however, out of many. They'd have to get a lot of ores- a hell of a lot, for this weapon he had in mind .. and with the cable to go along with it, too. . Which he had yet to inform the blacksmith of. So- he'd drag the pickaxe out of the rock and soon draw it back to strike once more-- taking out rocks, dirt, and all that to dismiss them aside and out of the way so precious metals could be seen far more easier- before raising it above his head once again, and slamming it down.

It was good practice-- actually. Just for his strength and all, because doing this over and over again would indeed build good muscle. . . Slamming a metal tool into the earth over and over- it'd be good weapon practice as well, actually. . If he was like, practicing with an axe maybe, or something else. Who knew? It'd depend on what he was going for or had in mind. As of right now though- he had to focus on searching for the ores in question. What he wanted- what he planned. Everything. So, he kept mining, and digging whatever he could.