Capítulo 367: Revelations

"Swordsmith, Armoursmith, weaponsmith… They all have something in common, and that is they are blacksmiths! The specific niche doesn't matter to us, the fact that we are all of the same field is all that matters!"

Rothwind went into a short rant about the different types of smith for a few moments, before coughing and bringing himself back out of his delusions.

"Although, you're right, kid." 

Rothwind finally admitted, his voice softer now, almost regretful.

"I ain't no swordsmith, never claimed to be. My trade's always been armour. Worked the forge for centuries, makin' sure warriors could walk into battle and come out alive. But Mikhail… he wasn't just a swordsmith to me."

He leaned heavily against the workbench, his eyes distant, as if remembering something from long ago.