It was a bright day. The sun was up in the sky was witnessing the birth of the youngest master smith in history. An event that would raise storms in Varta.
The entire smithy was stunned by the flawless smithing of the twelve-year-old boy. The master smiths couldn't help but take a look at the gleaming blue blade with a dragon hilt. The ringing of the blade had a distinctive dragon cry. It was the work on par with theirs. They gave the lad another appraising look. It seemed Viswa's admitting defeat had some deeper meaning.
"So, Master Lucas. What do you think? " Ishit asked smiling.
After finishing his morning drill with the castle guards and the wizard, which again was nothing but a disguised thrashing, Ishit had rushed here to prove his mastery over smithing.
His school trial's result hadn't given Lucas, the Atlantian, any excuse to raise more trouble. The only thing he could do was to give him a hard-to-finish Astra.
