What Was Broken
1. What Was Broken
That's always the worst thing to hear from Master.
Is there something wrong with the blade? I swore on my axe there should be none sharper, on my hammer there should be none more deadly, on my beard there none should be more beautiful...
Master nods and hands it back to me.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's got a way to go, though."
He turns, and he walks away, and I look at the newborn blade before me, and I wonder what he means.
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