Fein had been browsing through the town square, looking for something that could pique his interest, when a flyer caught his eye. He approached it, studying the text with interest. It was an announcement for a blacksmithing competition, and the prize was a large sum of money. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to show off his SS-rank blacksmith talent. Of course, he has to disguise himself or else the judge might not even dare to judge his work as a high-ranking leader of the South. it might intimidate them.
The moment he arrived home, Fein headed straight to his workshop, already envisioning what he would create. His golden bear, Voli, followed him, watching as Fein meticulously sorted through his tools and supplies, preparing to begin his project.
"I can't wait to see what you'll make," Voli said, nuzzling Fein's hand. "You're the most talented person."
