Ichiro and Azura arrived at a small one-floor building with a hammer and anvil symbol on the door.
There is a way to fix weapons and create them by using machines, but there are few blacksmiths who do it by hand, and they are usually better ones.
Blacksmithing is a pretty respected profession. After all, not many are willing to give up a life of glory and wealth for working every single day.
But for some, blacksmithing is their passion.
But, some of the best blacksmiths earn a lot, after all, weapons are commonly used, and many prefer weapons made by human hands.
Ichiro and Azura entered the small building and instantly heat assaulted their bodies.
If the outside was freezing cold, the inside was burning hot!
They quickly took off their jackets.
Azura's beautiful face was already drenched in sweat.
''You can wait outside,'' Ichiro said gently and rubbed Azura's soft hand.
Azura shook her head, ''I will be fine… I want to be with you.'' She said with a firm look on her face.
Ichiro chuckled, and a smile appeared on his face.
They entered deeper inside the smithy and saw one lonely figure using a hammer to hit a burning sword in front of him.
The figure was a muscular man with bulging muscles and a bald head. Every swing of his hammer caused a loud clanking noise and sparks to fly.
Soon, he was done hammering and put the sword on a bucket filled with ice-cold water.
Finally, the muscular man noticed two figures standing in the room.
He was first surprised to see the two individuals being inhumanly attractive, but then he noticed Ichiro carrying two swords.
''Let me see.'' He said instantly.
Ichiro nodded and put the swords on the desk in front of the muscular man.
''My name is Smith, what is yours?'' The muscular man, also known as Smith, asked while examining the broken blades.
''Ichiro, nice to meet you.'' Ichiro replied.
''I thought that you looked familiar… So you are the Heavenly Child of this generation.'' Smith said with neutral faces.
He had seen countless geniuses and monsters in his lifetime— a mere Heavenly Child from Arya doesn't faze him anymore.
Ichiro didn't answer. He doesn't care about fancy titles.
Smith looked at the broken blades and instantly recognized that the blades got cracked while fighting against Mutated Beasts.
The cracks in the blade while fighting against Mutated Beasts have always been quite similar. The cracks usually happen when you try to kill them by either slashing or stabbing.
But when you fight against humans with weapons, the cracks are usually made by the collision of two weapons. It might not be easy to spot for newbie Blacksmiths, but Smith is an expert.
''These can be fixed— it will take a few days,'' Smith said.
Ichiro nodded, but then he asked, ''Can I watch?''
''Hmm, why?'' Smith raised an eyebrow.
''Curious,'' Ichiro said with a calm smile. He has Blacksmith Mastery— he wants to know how good it is.
Smith nodded, ''Don't be noisy, it might disturb me.''
Ichiro nodded and sat on the sidelines with Azura.
Azura was sweating heavily— the sweatdrops trickled down her beautiful face and dropped on her clothing.
She was wearing the school uniform, the black and white jacket. She wanted to take it off, but then she would only be wearing her white t-shirt.
''Are you alright?'' Ichiro asked.
Azura lazily nodded, ''I-I am.''
''No, you definitely aren't.'' Ichiro said seriously, ''You can wait in the other room— I will come soon.''
Azura bit her lip and took rid of her jacket. She doesn't want to leave!
'I was not able to be with him because of the tournament, and then that dummy went to Frozen Island. Leaving will be the last thing I will do!'
Her white t-shirt quickly became transparent, and her blue bra became visible.
''U-Umm… Azura.'' Ichiro was also starting to sweat.
''Hmm?'' Azura looked at him and saw him pointing at her shirt.
She lowered her head, and soon her red face became even redder.
''Kyaa!'' Azura covered her chest, her voice made Smith flinch, but luckily he didn't start smithing yet.
'Wait…' Azura looked at Ichiro and saw him take sneaky glances at her.
She pouted and removed her hands, 'Look, LOOK! I want you to look!'
[Calm Nature Activated]
Ichiro turned his head towards Smith.
Azura had a massive pout on her face.
*Clank*
Smith started heating up the sword.
Blacksmithing has four different phases.
Heating, Holding, Hitting, and Shaping.
Smith was increasing the heat in the room, and soon the first sword started changing colors.
But, instantly Ichiro felt like something was wrong.
'Why is he doing like that…' Ichiro figured four different ways of doing it, and each one of them was faster and better.
He frowned and looked at the scene more closely.
Azura was sweating even more after the heat increased.
Small sweatdrops appeared on Ichiro's forehead as well, but Smith was sweating more than them combined. His sweat trickled down his muscular body. Some women might be charmed seeing the scene.
Smith looked very concentrated, and his muscles became even shinier because of the sweat.
Ichiro shook his head and turned his head towards Azura, but his control slipped and looked at her breasts for one millisecond, ''I-I think we should go.''
Azura stood up and nodded lazily.
She grabbed her jacket and left the room first.
Ichiro took one final glance at Smith, and he felt like he can do it hundred times better.
'Maybe I should try it out…' Ichiro left the room with those thoughts. His interest in Blacksmithing has ignited, and he would like to see what kind of weapons he would be able to forge.
Ichiro looked as Azura was sitting in a chair, this room was still hot, but it was cold compared to the room they were in previously.
He sat down next to her and said, ''This might be quite sudden, but can you buy something for me?''
''Hmm?'' Azura looked at him, and her eyes sparkled, ''Yes, anything!''
She waited for so long to repay Ichiro.
Ichiro smiled and took a paper from a nearby desk, and started writing every piece of equipment he saw in this smithy.
He gave that paper to Azura and looked as her face changed to confusion.
''W-Why do you need those?'' Azura asked curiously.
''I want to try it out,'' Ichiro replied and crouched in front of her. He looked at her face, but the transparent shirt was a big distraction.
Azura slyly smiled and puffed her chest, which made her breasts bigger.
*Cough*
Ichiro coughed and said, ''Can you buy these? I will repay back later.''
Azura kissed his cheek and said, ''No need to repay, we already owe you much more than these equipment costs.''
Ichiro wryly smiled and did a small peck on her lips.
Azura smiled sweetly and stood up, ''Can I watch you when you are smithing?''
''Hmm, sure.''
Azura cheekily grinned and started imagining the scene of Smith smithing but replacing his figure with Ichiro.
She bit her soft lips and moaned at sight.
Ichiro already left the smithy, not knowing the wild fantasies Azura has.