The old hunter Zapinon was taken aback and exclaimed, "You're willing to sell us iron armor? How much do you have?"
"As much as you want!" Ah Man bragged at first, but since even with Wanjin's advanced production system, these time-consuming, labor-intensive tools of military might were never in large supply, she quickly added, "To start, I can sell you a few dozen… um, a little over a hundred sets—shouldn't be a problem. Real, proper iron armor: even a strong bow at close range won't pierce it, and from fifteen paces out, it'll probably stop a regular iron cannon, so you've got a good chance of staying alive."
"That many?" Old hunter Zapinon was shocked again, and couldn't help but start reassessing Wanjin's strength. After all, these days only samurai could afford a proper set of iron armor, and a hundred heavily armored warriors would be enough to dominate a territory—everyone would need to show them serious respect.
