Kishin had found himself impressed by Barras's work, the quality of his wares was outstanding, and he had been excited to learn from him first. He had spent hours at the forge, working alongside Barras and his assistant, learning all he could about the trade. He had watched as Barras crafted weapons and armor, his skill and expertise evident in every strike of the hammer.
But despite his hard work and dedication, Kishin knew that he could never reach the same level of skill and mastery as Barras. He knew that his lack of magical ability would always hold him back, and it was a constant reminder of his limitations.
Kishin picked up the hammer once more, feeling its weight in his hand. He raised it high above his head and brought it down with a loud clang, flattening the metal. He repeated the process, hammering away at the metal until it was smooth and flat. The repetitive motion was almost hypnotic, and Kishin found himself lost in the monotony of the task. He couldn't help but think back to when he was a boy and would watch the metal mages at work, creating beautiful and intricate pieces of art with their magic. He had always dreamed of becoming a metal mage himself, but his unmagical abilities had shattered that dream.
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