Dimensional Descent

'Interesting...' Leonel thought.

The Morales obviously had their own ways of teaching forging, but Leonel didn't believe that this was one of them. This should be something that Ramon had come up with on his own.

From Leonel's understanding, in their generation, Ramon's talent in forging was only beneath his own. And even then, he could close the gap much more if he had had the training of Leonel's father.

However, unlike Eamon, he still had much less room to grow. After all, Eamon was self-taught, but even if Ramon's teachings weren't as good as Leonel's own, he still had the Morales family.

The issue was, obviously, that the standard of the Morales family was beneath even the Human Bubbles, let alone the rest of Existence.

Leonel watched silently and didn't interrupt Rowan. He continued to hammer away at what looked like the tip of a blade, a spear blade to be most accurate.

It was glowing a fiery red beneath the heat, and with each strike, incremental changes would be made.

Leonel couldn't help but recall the Barbarian Race youth. Was this part of what Rowan was trying to tap into?

Rowan wasn't ignoring Leonel. Instead, he truly seemed so engrossed that he had forgotten everything else. From the raise of the hammer, to the swift downward stroke, to the recalibration for the next blow, it was all perfect.

Rowan suddenly picked up the blade with a pair of tongs and rushed it to a tempering station, dipping it in and taking it out. He squinted, looking for warps in the blade.

After a while, he shook his head and tossed the blade away. It was only then that Leonel noticed a scrap pile filled with seemingly identical blades.

rest, but when he

per usual, the young man was quiet

you trying

bit peeved. However, seeing the patience in Leonel's eyes, Rowan realized that he didn't mean it like that

he was

to either. After losing his wife, it felt

would he gain

at others was the right thing to do. Hadn't Leonel lost people as well? He

in combat. I am

that Rowan didn't really want to talk. He was just trying to be polite by answering his question, but even then he had only answered with the shortest phrases he could, not really

so, Leonel nodded, seemingly understanding. He went to the scrap pile

"Wait, it's-"

fingers didn't seem to notice. There wasn't

These were temperatures scaled to the Seventh Dimension, so it could be imagined how terrible they were. If this blade was placed on Third Dimensional Earth, it would have triggered a drought, in the worst case, it

up as though it was

trying to understand the way of the spear in a

widened

physical labor in, but to think that he would

tossed it to Rowan. "Whenever you can construct a spear

Ring out of pure habit. In practice, it was now

he was saving it for the construction