He pulls the sheathed blade from his waist and holds it towards her, and Altria can only stare.
In the end, though Altria is not from the same culture as him, and does not have the same understandings of the traditions of Inazuma, she is still, in all of the ways that matter, the daughter of a swordsmith. Ector probably would not have thought of her that way, she thinks wistfully--but he raised her, and taught her what she knows, and her fondest of fond memories are of the forge.
"The best blade a swordsmith produces," he says, and she knows fully well just how valuable such a thing is--far beyond monetarily, too. That is the pride of a smith. That is something a smith has put their all into.
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He pulls the sheathed blade from his waist and holds it towards her, and Altria can only stare.
In the end, though Altria is not from the same culture as him, and does not have the same understandings of the traditions of Inazuma, she is still, in all of the ways that matter, the daughter of a swordsmith. Ector probably would not have thought of her that way, she thinks wistfully--but he raised her, and taught her what she knows, and her fondest of fond memories are of the forge.
"The best blade a swordsmith produces," he says, and she knows fully well just how valuable such a thing is--far beyond monetarily, too. That is the pride of a smith. That is something a smith has put their all into.
That is--
--a smith's heart.]