Craft

The Traditions of the Village

Tetsuya led Hikaru through the blacksmith village, passing by various workshops where artisans hammered, shaped, and refined weapons.

Everywhere Hikaru looked, he saw the art of craftsmanship in motion.

A young apprentice was carefully engraving patterns into a katana blade.

An elderly smith worked meticulously on a set of armor, his hands steady despite his age.

Forges burned brightly, illuminating the soot-covered faces of the blacksmiths as they poured their skill and soul into their work.

Tetsuya gestured toward the village with pride in his voice.

"This place isn't just about making weapons. It's about preserving history."

Hikaru nodded, taking it all in.

He had never seen a place so dedicated to one craft.

The Handmade Sword

As they walked, Hikaru spoke up.

"I came here looking for a handmade sword. It's part of something I need to find."

Tetsuya smirked. "A scavenger hunt?"

Hikaru scratched his head. "Yeah, kinda."

Tetsuya chuckled. "Well, you're not gonna find a handmade sword here."

Hikaru blinked. "Huh?"

Tetsuya crossed his arms. "If you want one, you make it yourself."

Hikaru's eyes widened. "Wait, seriously?"

Tetsuya nodded.

"The true tradition of this village isn't just owning a weapon. It's about crafting your own."

He smirked. "So, if you really want that sword… you're gonna have to earn it."

Hikaru exhaled, realizing what this meant.

"Well… guess I better start learning."

Tetsuya grinned. "Good answer."

Meanwhile – Teshii in Pisa

Teshii stood in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, casually flipping through a tourist's phone.

"Alright, alright. Let's get the angle right…"

He crouched down slightly, positioning the camera just as a group of tourists posed, pretending to 'hold up' the tower.

"Perfect. Say cheese."

Click!

The tourists cheered, thanking him as he handed the phone back.

Teshii smiled. "No problem."

Then—he froze.

"…Wait."

He slowly turned, staring at the Leaning Tower.

"Why… am I here?"

A long pause.

Then, realization hit him like a truck.

"OH, RIGHT. THE SCAVENGER HUNT."

He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"I am so dead."