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Dream (Eye) – Part 01

The morning after the festival, Luke told his apprentice they were resuming forging today.

“As I said before, Lisa, this time, you’ll also forge a—”

“A chokutō.”

Lisa cut him off without thinking. She had been waiting for this moment.

“Please let me forge a chokutō!”

At breakfast, they sat across from each other. In the center of the table, a small woven basket held fresh bread, a gift from a neighboring farm. Two wooden cups sat beside it, filled with tea brewed from wild herbs gathered in the Ashen Woods.

Luke’s eyes grew wide, caught off guard. Lisa rose from her seat and leaned forward, not giving him a chance to speak.

“Why are you teaching me smithing now, of all times?”

“Well…”

“It’s not for me. It’s for the Sacred Sword, isn’t it?”

Lisa had thought it through while her master was away in a foreign country.