Alright. Koga, it was time to make your sister her weapon. The man walked to his forge and fired up the bellows immediately. The fires burned bright and hot, and it took the metal greedily, turning the ingots to white hot vessels. The hammer rang out through the shop as Koga worked the metal, giving it form and shape. This was going to be the one. Koga could feel it. The ingots began to glow bright blue, the sign of a successful craft. The glowing diminished, and before the man sat a perfect kat