MUGEN
Fire
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The clash of metal against metal was clear, strident, and even harmonious, at the same time. It had an inherent strength to it, and the certainty that it was there to create something.
I had never noticed such details until you mentioned your intention of coming to Tōtōsai's fire mountain.
"I'm going to ask him to teach me, and that way, I'll be able to forge a sword for Moroha."
Those were your words, decisive and clear. I now believe I didn't take that declaration as seriously as I should have, not even when you took off from our cabin, with the promise of coming back as soon as you came to an agreement with the elderly sword crafter. However, now that I'm nearing the place, and the sharp and intense sounds, I can only accept that you have indeed come to learn.
There are only a few meters left for me to reach the peak of the mountain, the place where the forge is. I swap the container, filled with water, to the other hand; I've brought it for you, while thinking how our daughter is under Kaede's care, so I could join you in this strange adventure you've decided to set on. The heat becomes stronger, and I lift my gaze to an unexpected sight; you are on the cave's entrance, and my steps cease as I observe the way you lift the hammer and strike the white-hot metal against the anvil. The strength of each strike becomes evident by the way your arm's muscles swell, and the shards of fire spread out from the point of impact.
I should probably be used to the scenes I've come to witness from a supernatural creature such as you. Yet I remain here, impressed by the image that, without thinking, you've created for me; one that is framed by the fire blazing inside the cave. You are simply breathtaking.
"He's taken to the hammer quite seriously," Tōtōsai's voice surprises me, by my side.
"I believe so," I concede.
"He's saiid he'll forge it with one of his fangs," he elderly man steadily comments, as he goes on a different path that I am.
Like his father did with him, I think.
"Has he started?" I inquire.
"Not yet; for now, he is just getting to know the material," the man explains, then adds, "he'll be grateful for that water."
In that instant, I recall the task I've imposed on myself when you were just lighting the fire. I approach you, and I notice the vibrant energy that surrounds you now that you are in the process of creating. You then lift your gaze, observing me as a smile appears on your features, giving me an instant to appreciate how the forge's blaze highlights the golden fire of your eyes.
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A/N
One of those ideas that just surge, and that I have to write.
I hope you've liked it.
Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart