"He didn't take this sword."
A shadow emerged behind Aron Jackson once again.
Looking at the sword in the corner, the shadow's voice carried a smile.
"He's changed. In the past, he would've picked up that sword without any hesitation." Aron Jackson took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat, removed the last cigarette, and tossed the pack into the forging platform.
The pack vanished instantly in the flames.
He searched his pockets, realizing he'd forgotten matches.
"Need a light?" The shadow opened its palm, a flame appearing instantly.
Aron Jackson leaned his cigarette forward, "Thanks."
The spacious forging platform echoed only with the sound of smoking.
The shadow spoke slowly, "You're wrong. It's not caution, it's intentional."
"Intentional?" Aron Jackson flicked the ash from his cigarette, suddenly realizing, "I knew it, there's no way he'd suddenly become timid. He was always... a daring person."
