At the blacksmith shop.
'Hu!'
The apprentice pulled the bellows, and tons of air blew into the furnace. It caused the green fire to burn even brighter.
A young man with only one arm stared at the ore in the furnace with a frown.
When the ore was red hot, he immediately took it out with a pair of pincers and placed it on the forging table beside him.
There was a slightly hollow hole in the center, just enough to hold the ore.
The young man picked up the iron hammer on the side with one arm and lifted it.
The moment the iron hammer flew over his head, he used gravity to smash it down.
'Clang!'
Sparks flew in all directions.
Although he only had one arm, his movements weren't clumsy. He was so skilled that it shocked them.
Hammer after hammer, the fist-sized ore incessantly shrank. When the temperature dropped, he placed it into the furnace to burn again.
