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Aye, the sound of colliding metal. It was music to the ears of a blacksmith.
Master Grimnir!
I stopped my hammering and placed the orange glowing piece of metal back into the furnace, causing hair-frying air to blast at my sweat-drenched forehead. I turned around to that young mans voice, raising my head as I saw him running up to me.
The fingers are done. How far are you with the shoulder plate? this boy, Daichi, asked me.
As I inspected his craft, I noted ...
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