Lift The Sword

When the last slam of the seven flame hammer hit the heaviest of the training swords that General Green had crafted at an incredible pace, there was nothing but awe in the air. The very feeling of amazement that came from everyone that had witnessed the skills of the general was easy to grasp. 

Ralph felt that he had watched a lot of motions foreign to him. He had studied forging as his own teacher. He had learned from a few people here and there, but never a mentor that put him as the main source. As the main receiver of their knowledge. 

Therefore, he had not had the chance to be able to see them all in action. With every movement refined not to waste energy of time. With every single skill being trained to the peak of what it should be. These techniques were much higher quality than what he could perform.