Clang! Clang! Clang!
The hammer collided with the glowing metal on the anvil. Shawn watched intently as his father, Quinn, flattened the steel out to create a sword for him. Tomorrow was a big day for Shawn, as it would be the day he finally received his class. His father was a blacksmith and he wanted to make a sword for Shawn to use when he received it.
Shawn had turned 16 years old last month and was now able to gain a class of his own. He had been excited for this for the past year and had been practicing with wooden swords in anticipation for it. Every kid in his town dreamed of being an adventurer and slaying monsters, gaining fame and recognition for their deeds. Shawn was no different. He had helped his father with the forge since he was 10 and was itching to finally go off on his own and explore outside of his hometown of Harot.
Shawn watched his father take the steel to the grindstone and sharpen the edge. He was excited to try it out as he had only been allowed to use wooden swords for practice. His father put the finishing touches on the sword and carefully handed it to Shawn, allowing him to admire it.
"So, what do ya think?" Shawn's father asked, hoping his son liked it.
"It's amazing, dad!" Shawn said, looking over every inch of the sword. He gave it a few test swings to see how it felt. It was a steel short sword. It was well balanced and the edge was sharp to the touch. I could slay many monsters with this
"One more thing, son." His father said as he went back inside to retrieve something. He came out with a leather sheath he had made for the sword to be carried in.