The sky was clear, and the clouds distant. Surrounding the solemn samurais, the King's voice sounded as if it came from the Divine Kingdom, bearing an undeniable majesty.
Tilipi bowed his head and pursed his lips, slowly drawing a bronze sword tinged with cyan and gold from the bottom of the weapon rack. Then, he bent down and carefully lifted the Bronze Sword above his head with both hands.
"Your Majesty, this is the Bronze Sword forged from the mold made according to your blueprint! Following your instructions, I increased the tin content and added some lead during the casting process. This sword is quite sharp, capable of stabbing through Leather Armor and also slicing through Cotton Armor..."
At this point, Tilipi hesitated, wanting to say more but stopping himself. He maintained his bowed and bent position, unseen by the King.
