He looked over a collection of seven different herbs with various healthy or healing properties. They would form the basis of the potion with a bit of his own magic to finish it off.
As he got to work on the potion he couldn't help thinking about the knowledge he had on Artificer culture. Unlike one might expect, Artificers did share their knowledge with each other to expand on everyone's capabilities.
Well... they did after a certain amount of time. If an Artificer made something new, say a potion, then they had exclusive rights to it for ten years. Now, any Artificer worth their salt could reverse engineer a potion to learn the ingredients.
Then it was just a matter of experimenting to recreate the process. Some magics could give hints on what to try to further improve their odds. However, only dicks tried to rip off someone else's hard work. So, naturally, that was a lot of people.
To prevent recipe theft, especially in potions, Artificers now used what would be called Copyright Protection Magic, in modern terms. Essentially it was a small part of the potion making process when the creator was infusing their magic into the potion that would scramble any attempts to decode what was in the potion.
All of that meant no one, except Azazel, would be able to figure out how to make his potions. While he hadn't found anything to prove Azazel was spying on him in the workshop, or house, he was going to assume it was happening.
Azazel seemed like the type to be willing to record and monitor every single aspect of his entire life to figure out how he makes the things he makes. The dude was obsessed that like.
So, Azazel might be able to make his own copies, but no one else would. Aside from that, Junichiro had no plans to make anything truly outrageous inside of this place. A standard world breaking one would be something to enhance fertility.
Devils would go batshit insane and do whatever it took to get their hands on something like that. The Fallen, might? He honestly wasn't sure how easy or hard it was for Fallen Angels to have kids. The only one he could even remember was Akeno. So, they might go crazy for it too? Well, whatever. Any race with reproduction issues would want to get their hands on it.
That's what mattered and what would give him a massive amount of power in the future. No way in hell was he letting Azazel even get a hint of how to replicate it. The same went for more powerful healing potions and items.
Once he had a place that was his own, preferably hidden, then he could get to making the items that would make him world famous and give him power to protect himself with.
He was still young and had years to go still until he really needed to worry. He had plans, but they could change. So, for now, he planned to just go with the flow and do whatever he felt like doing. Though getting a copy of Sword Birth from Azazel was still one of his top priorities. He'd be willing to make something pretty powerful for that.
Over the next hour, Junichiro focused on producing the healing potion. In his mind a healing potion should come out blood red, fitting really, but the potion he finished caused him to frown slightly.
It was a rather unattractive brown color. Channeling his mana through it showed him that it should work as he wanted it to, it definitely had all the right markers and properties of a healing potion. It was just... very unattractive looking in color.
Just to make sure, he extracted a single dose, which was one hundred milliliters, using a large syringe. He set it to the side and picked up the small knife he used to chop up the herbs, when necessary, in his wooden hand. He took a deep breath before giving himself a cut on his left forearm.
He didn't cut very deep, this was only a minor potion after all, but it was enough to draw and somewhat alarming looking amount of blood.
He grabbed the syringe with his telekinesis and quickly squirt the dose down his throat. Healing potions had to be taken orally and, thankfully, the potion didn't taste nearly as unappetizing as it looked.
With a small hiss and a bit of steam, the wound quickly closed as the cells around it went into overdrive. Within moments the wound was healed completely, as if several weeks of normal healing had passed in those moments. Junichiro nodded at that, the potion definitely worked properly, he was even feeling a bit hungry now, as expected.
With a bright smile, he made his way toward the kitchen. It was his turn to cook dinner and he was looking foreward to seeing how much he would make with the potion. He'd need to spend a bit of whatever it was on more ingredients.
He also needed to see if Azazel could get him whole, or parts, of various magical creatures to experiment. The leader of the fallen had only given him flora, no fauna, to work with. He would need at least some fauna to make more complex potions.
All of that could come later. It was time for dinner!
Junichiro exhaled a cloud of purple sweet smelling smoke as he stretched his arms over his head. His spine let out loud cracking sounds that caused him to groan in pleasure. His latest project sat on the table before him but before he could begin to admire the finished product, the door to his workshop opened and Azazel stuck his head inside, "Sup?"
Junichiro lowered his arms and plucked the herbal cigarette from his lips while cocking an eyebrow, "Sup yourself?"
He hadn't seen Azazel since he'd moved into this place a little over a year ago. Since then he'd been working his ass off and building himself a decent reputation as a magical craftsman. He now had a bevvy of orders for all kinds of items, potions, and various magical doodads that people wanted. The orders came from around the world and were all filtered through the Grigori. No one but Azazel and Mittelt even knew who he was.
Azazel lazily shrugged his shoulders, "Got my hands on something you've been looking for. Well... technically a yokai I know has it but they're up for trading it for something custom made by 'The Artificer' for them."