New minions had just been assigned to training, and the sense of relief that washed over me was immense. For weeks, I had been tirelessly training them, but now I finally had a break. I decided to head back to my house and relax for a while. But as soon as I entered my house, my eyes immediately fell on my sword, which lay there, dull and lifeless. I knew that I had used it in a battle the day before, and it had taken quite a beating. I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment at how worn out it looked.
With a deep sigh, I picked up the sword and decided to get it fixed before anything worse happened to it. I stepped out of my house, and the first thing that caught my eye was the lively residential area. It was full of life, with children playing and adults conversing. I walked down the narrow alleys until I reached the houses of the weapon makers.
