The Heat and Stout Grand Master

[KibitzRajas]

In the heat, of a black furnace like place within the lands of Zaishin, certain old music plays, with a nearby camp encampment. With each note, a old blacksmith pounds and pounds on old steel ores, ones that have been waiting to become something unique. Each strike of thee mallet, a zing of metal is like a song, a beat to the folk song the people sing, as if a encouragement to the old man. He grins underneath the shading border of his workshop as he works away but stops to notice someone. Someone that has been building a reputation, that would be Samatha Uchiha, the advisor to the throne, their Majesty. He grins as he looks at her, and from what he knows, she's a women of business, she simply didn't come here to partake of chatters. "What do you want, Samatha Uchiha, defender of Our Majesty?" Samatha smiles and says "I want to learn the ways of the black smith, specifically, the way to turn hides into great armors, ones you wouldn't think has crazy potential and defense." He smiles big, happy at the proposal of passing down the art of armors to someone who has earned the right to learn within tradition and culture.