Kyle never expected the Will of Steel to influence him this deeply.
When he first absorbed the blessing, he barely noticed any change aside from being able to converse with Aquilla and resonate with it more naturally.
But the moment he stepped into the domain of creators, a true smithery, he realized something within him had shifted.
He was seeing things differently now.
With a single glance, he could tell which weapons possessed it.
A soul.
A creator poured more than mere labor into a weapon. They poured emotion, intent, obsession, frustration, pride... pieces of themselves.
And as Kyle had just proven, the blacksmith Mile had failed to do that in many blades he personally considered masterpieces.
"I... don't understand."
After the astonishing display of swordsmanship Kyle had shown, Tear was the first to break the silence.
"What does it actually mean to pour your soul into something? And why did Mile stop doing it with his finished blades?"
