『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

As you were wandering around the weapon shop, feeling frustrated and hopeless, you suddenly thought about the possibility of making your own weapon. Your mind started to race with ideas as you imagined how cool it would be to craft a weapon by yourself. With renewed determination, you walked up to one of the blacksmiths who was working on a sword at his anvil and politely asked if he could teach you the basics of sword-making.

The blacksmith raised an eyebrow at you, looking you over suspiciously. "What do you know about sword-making, boy?" he growled.

You swallowed nervously, trying to think of how best to explain yourself. "I-I'm willing to learn," you stammered, "and I promise I'll work hard." The blacksmith grunted noncommittally and gestured for you to follow him over to an empty anvil.

"Alright then," he said gruffly. "

As you followed the blacksmith over to an empty anvil, your heart began racing with excitement. You had never thought that learning how to make a sword would be this easy! The blacksmith looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to say something. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, you nervously cleared your throat and spoke up.

"Um, thank you very much for teaching me!" You paused, trying to find the right words. "I promise I won't let you down!

The blacksmith snorted, unimpressed. "We'll see about that," he muttered. He gestured to the anvil. "First thing's first: we need to gather some ore." With a grunt, he lifted a heavy sack from the ground and set it down beside you. "You carry that. I'll show you where we can find more."

He led you out of the shop and into the forest beyond, his massive frame dwarfing yours as he strode through the underbrush with ease.

You nodded and picked up the heavy sack, trying to keep up with the blacksmith as he led you through the forest. "Um... what kind of ore are we looking for?" you asked, your voice barely carrying over the rustling of leaves.

The blacksmith turned back to you, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Oh, you don't need to know that. Just pick up whatever metal I tell you," he said dismissively before continuing on his way through the forest.

You nodded and continued to follow the blacksmith, trying not to think too much about it. As you walked deeper into the forest, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of weapon you would make with your newfound knowledge.

You followed the blacksmith, feeling both excited and nervous about learning sword-making. As you gathered ore and continued through the forest, your mind wandered to the possibilities of creating your own weapon. Maybe a powerful longsword, or an agile dagger? The thought only fueled your determination to learn as much as possible from this experience.

As the day went by, you followed the blacksmith deeper into the forest, gathering ore and learning about the different types of metal that made up a sword. Your hands began to roughen and callus from the heavy lifting, but you didn't mind; it was all part of the process. The smell of smoke filled the air as the sun slowly began its descent, signaling the end of another long day. You felt exhausted but satisfied, knowing that you had learned a great deal today.