[A/N: Thank you very much for the Golden Tickets! Here is the promised bonus chapter ;D]
Six days had passed since Kyle had first attempted to forge.
But just under a week, he felt as if he could lose his arm any moment.
Learning how to forge was far more taxing than he had initially expected.
As such, Kyle wasn't sure if he ought to be happy or sad about his teacher's behavior, which was different than initially expected.
Gard didn't even seem to be holding back at all.
His eagerness of transforming Kyle into a ranked blacksmith had made him overzealous.
It resulted in Kyle toiling in the smithy, forging several hours every single day, barely receiving any breaks.
That left him very little time to cultivate and even less to practice his weaponry.
Trying to complete the other two tasks with a sore body and aching limbs was far more troublesome and exhausting.
