'CLANG!'
The first hammer strike echoed, the metallic sound filling the workshop.
Then another.
Another.
His movements were steadier than they had been the day before. His body was already beginning to memorize part of the technique, the correct angles, the distribution of weight, the proper rhythm.
Even so...
There were still minor imperfections.
The blade's thickness varied slightly in certain areas, with one side ending up a little thinner than the other. The heat did not remain completely uniform throughout the process, creating subtle differences in the metal's structure. During the cooling phase, one side lost temperature slightly faster, resulting in a slightly uneven temper.
When he finished, the sword he had forged was functional, but far from perfect.
Sun Luguo picked up the sword.
