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As he sat cradling the remains of the sword that he had worked so hard to master a few tears left Sain's eyes.
After leaving the Red Blades head quarters with the shattered remains of his great sword, he had spent many hours near the forge in Unstoppable Forces which he had paid to use in fashioning the short blade that the Red Blade Knight wanted him to craft before his training could start.
He had already gone through the full range of emotions over the strange conversation that had led towards the shattering of his blade by the Knight and his chance at joining the Red Blades and truly becoming a master of the blade.
He was excited about the chance, but losing the blade that had become more of a companion to him in such an abrupt and unexpected manner was hard for him to take.
He had tied his identity into that blade, and now it was gone....
but he had a chance at a newer, better identity. He had a chance to truly gain the skills and position to protect his new home that he had so grown to love.
Those last few tears were his goodbye to his companion. ....
And so , as he sang a song praising Milil in his head, he put the shards of his great sword into forge and melted them into the raw ore that he could use to forge his short blade. Just as he would use that short blade to melt and reform his skills with the blade.
His true mastery of the blade was only just beginning, and with that mastery he could protect those in need and truly be worthy of the songs of Milil's followers.
After leaving the Red Blades head quarters with the shattered remains of his great sword, he had spent many hours near the forge in Unstoppable Forces which he had paid to use in fashioning the short blade that the Red Blade Knight wanted him to craft before his training could start.
He had already gone through the full range of emotions over the strange conversation that had led towards the shattering of his blade by the Knight and his chance at joining the Red Blades and truly becoming a master of the blade.
He was excited about the chance, but losing the blade that had become more of a companion to him in such an abrupt and unexpected manner was hard for him to take.
He had tied his identity into that blade, and now it was gone....
but he had a chance at a newer, better identity. He had a chance to truly gain the skills and position to protect his new home that he had so grown to love.
Those last few tears were his goodbye to his companion. ....
And so , as he sang a song praising Milil in his head, he put the shards of his great sword into forge and melted them into the raw ore that he could use to forge his short blade. Just as he would use that short blade to melt and reform his skills with the blade.
His true mastery of the blade was only just beginning, and with that mastery he could protect those in need and truly be worthy of the songs of Milil's followers.