Then it clicked. This was exactly why his teachers had shielded him so carefully. The special task channels, the low profile, the silence. It was all to protect him from envy.
The only real solution is strength, Ray thought. If I'm strong enough, jealousy won't matter.
The blacksmith's competition took place in a gymnasium near Skysea Stadium. The moment Ray stepped inside, his heart gave a small jolt.
Over a hundred forging tables stretched out before him, all from the latest generation. Each one far surpassed the equipment he normally used. His only experience with such tables came from the advanced setups within the association itself.
Though the Skysea Alliance lacked top-tier powerhouses, its economic strength was undeniable.
The stands were sparsely filled. To most people, blacksmithing was dull. Soul master battles, mechas, and battle armor were far more exciting.
