A man was sitting in front of a forge as he watched the fire blasting in full strength. His eyes were concentrate onto the steel in heating, he didn't move much other than taking the steal out to be battered by his apprentice before folding the hot steal and tossing into heat again. It was a process in forging the beauty of a Katana sword.
Over and over again he hammered the steel into pure perfectness as he was satisfied with the combination of hardness forge into the steel. He finally looked up after a long day to notice someone was standing at the workshop door. The man got up taking off his cap wiping the sweat on his forehead, he gave a receptive bow toward the man as he noticed the Katana strapped around the waist. A samurai.
"Master Miyamoto." the samurai spoke in a soft tone with a hint of respect among it. If said samurai was the highest ranking among the society structure of Japan, than a master of blade maker was a notch higher than samurai in some way. The man bite his lower lip as he gestured the samurai into the room next to him. "Fukashima-san. I fear my small workshop is not the ideal place for talk." Itsuya Miyamoto spoke faintly as he kneel onto the tatami as he started the boiling of tea.
The samurai waved his hand faintly indicating it wasn't a problem. "I was hoping to acquire the shinto katana that is process of making." Both set of eyes lingered onto the steel that heated faintly by the furnace. Itsuya let out a low sigh as he wasn't sure how to speak his words, "Fukashima-san, the sword had been ordered by lordship already." It was that moment the samurai made a dark smile, it was a smile that reminded Itsuya of a blood thirsting monster that was ready to strike. It was for sure a smile that made Itsuya ill wish to give such beauty such as the Katana to someone that would do evil. He feared.
"The lordship would not mind much."
That was it. Itsuya got up as he held onto his breath for a moment before letting it out again. "Please leave, Fukashima-san. This land is not for the evil, as the swords are well respected." He didn't look back as he wrapped the cap onto his forehead before strolling into the workshop again as it was another round of hard labor to create the finest blade.
"The ground of a blacksmith is never to be spoil with evil thoughts, our job is always the blade. It will always be the blade." Itsuya told his apprentices as he noticed the questionable look upon their face. The apprentices nodded in return as understanding, the art of blade crafting was too secret to be ruin.
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