The forge hall slowly returned to its usual rhythm after Michael finished shaping the metal.
But several blacksmiths were still staring at him.
The burly man who had first mocked him crossed his arms.
"Kid… where did you learn that hammer technique?"
Michael shrugged casually.
"I just copied what you were doing."
The man blinked.
"Copied?"
Another older smith stepped forward and examined the metal piece Michael had shaped.
His brows lifted in surprise.
"The strikes were evenly spaced."
"The force distribution was perfect."
He turned toward Michael.
"You really did this by instinct?"
Michael scratched the back of his head.
"I guess?"
The older smith nodded slowly.
"That's natural forging talent."
The burly blacksmith looked shocked.
"At his age?"
Matthew tugged on Michael's sleeve.
"Let's go before they make you work here."
Michael laughed and followed him outside.
The moment they stepped back into the street, Matthew suddenly stopped.
Michael turned.
"What's wrong?"
Matthew sniffed the air.
The breeze carried a faint fragrance.
Sweet.
Earthy.
Rich with spiritual energy.
Matthew's eyes brightened.
"Spirit herbs."
He turned his head toward the other side of the street.
Across the market stood a small building with green banners hanging above the entrance.
Herbal Pavilion
Matthew's heart started beating faster.
"Let's go there."
Michael smirked.
"First the forge, now the herb shop?"
Matthew shrugged.
"I'm curious."
Inside his mind, the dragon turtle spirit spoke softly.
Follow that curiosity.
The Dao of Creation has many paths.