As the blacksmith stared down at Zion with a piercing gaze, Zion couldn't help but feel impressed, 'If it weren't for the fact I'm not the equivalent of a 13-year-old, that look would scare anyone.'
However, he just looked at the weapons and smiled, "Sir Ivan gave them to me when I got my human form. I was trying to find a suitable weapon for my human form, but I couldn't find one. Sir Ivan gave me these saying that my style was similar to who he made these weapons for."
The blacksmith's eyes immediately softened, "You must have reminded him of his son then. He has kept these weapons for a long time." He nodded before placing them on the table and bringing out a parchment of paper, "Alright, let's get on with the design of these. What is your Rank?" He asked.
"I'm a Rank C Fox Beast." Zion decided to tell him at least some truths about himself.
