Endless Dream

Ezra's face turned red, both from shame and anger.

"Master Luke! I am not a child! I am a noble blacksmith, Hepha's apprentice, a respected craftsman!" cried the blue haired boy, puffing out his chest as he tidied up his blue hair.

The two were now outside the forge, inside walking down a concrete road that led to a large enclosed hall. After opening two long iron doors, the two of them found themselves in the forge training area of Melki's academy.

It was a place that in some ways resembled the training center of the Strogueher home, which gave Luke's chest a little tightening. A feeling of nostalgia for those days when he trained incessantly with Nathalia.

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The room was extremely vast, the floor was made of wood. It was possible to see all around the vast room the effects of the sword training. 

"Is it okay that the floor is made of wood? We are going to deal with fire right?" Luke questioned.