Forging a Legacy - Dansā no Kyokusen O Katto

~The ring of hammer meeting metal rang out throughout the Sunagakure armory, more pronounced than the other sounds that filled the building as it struck with more purpose than simply making a weapon, this was the start Juzo's legacy. Metal was continuously folded and reheated, being molded by the tools of the smith, chakra mingled with the molten sparks that flew from the strikes against the malleable metal. The blade began to take its shape, a thin base which grew into a wide tip. The blade continued on in its progression, now taking on a sensuous curve of its own, as a dancer arching her back to a tune only she could hear, a form that would easily cut through the air just as easy as the toned and practiced body of a dancer. The blade was well on its way of being greater than just any weapon, already taking on its unique form, soon it would acquire a history and a past as it grew in the hands of Juzo.

~The base was made, the weapon finished for now, but not until his skill grew would it be honed further and made into an even more impressive tool of combat. The blade was tempered from methods he had remembered from his early childhood in Kirigakure, under the watchful eye of his clan-members that gathered in the quiet and dark rooms hidden away, lit only by the light of a forge. Those memories that he clung to, but did not whisper of word of to anyone in his new family and Village. As he neared the final stages of finishing the weapon, he guarded his work more carefully, the polish was applied, whispering and humming a low tune as he perfected the metals surface, honing any imperfections from its cutting edge as he worked with several different tools to accomplish his goal. He had made a tsuka in the previous days, wrapped in simple but soft young calf leather. The tsuba, a simple but highly polished piece of steel was locked and secured onto the blade, which in turn both of those pieces were fastened to the tsuka with a wooden mallet tapping generously in quick succession to make sure the weapon was firmly held together. For now, the blade was finished...

Great Job Juzo! =) I love it, keep up the good work!

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~Constantly his blade was being taken care of, after every use he would find the time to search the surface for any imperfections that may be been inflicted upon it during combat, buffering out the slightest scratch with a thick cloth, honing away the smallest of chips in the blade's edge with a fine whetstone. Taking the dedicated time to carefully dismantle the tsuka, cleaning every intricate piece that held the weapon together as a proper tool of killing. Doing so had become a sort of kata for him. Working with a small wooden mallet to loosen each piece with practiced moves, each small piece of metal was laid out carefully in a specific order on a piece of cloth on a small table in front of him until finally several different pieces that formed his weapon sat there in pristine condition, not as a weapon but as a work of art and a puzzle for those that did not understand all of these separate pieces.

~For several moments it seemed he sat there in a state of serenity with his eyes closed, though in reality it was just a single blink. As he looked down to the pieces, he began to reassemble the weapon with the same practiced movement, steady hands moved the pieces together, picking up the small wooden mallet to tap-tap at loose pieces and move them into a secure and snug fit on the needed occasion. Once the weapon was reassembled he ran a light piece of silk over the blade before slowly replacing it into its hardened leather sheath. He pushed himself to his feet, making his way out and to the southern part of the village...

~The doors to the armory were opened and he was greeted with the warmth of the multiple forges, pouring out, trying to escape the building that held it prisoner. His hands reached up above him as he stretched, tugging his hood back as his hands dropped back to his sides as he made his way back to the forge and anvil he was most familiar with. Taking multiple length of rope, he tied his loose shorts up close to his legs and donned the heavy leather apron. His typical happy-go-lucky smile soon found its way back to his face as he moved to the work bench, picking through what tools he wished to use today, fastening each choice to his work belt before moving over to the selection of iron ingots he had to work with today. As he made his choice, he made his way to the sorting of other metals and compounds that would be added to the iron to strengthen it remove the flaws of what simple iron carried, picking and choosing carefully as he always did, taking precise measurements to the amount of iron he had. Once everything was ready, he set to work, melting the metals and compounds down into a precise mix, like baking a cake of war. He took the now liquid substance from the forge, staring at the molten substance for a short time before he let it cool just enough for him to begin working his hammer against the material. There it began, the secret of his blood, his arm pumping and the muscles of his bicep struggling against the metal band around his arm more than just force was put into this work but the bloodline of his clan exuded from Juzo with each strike of his hammer, though just a simple blade of steel this time, it was still a weapon to be proud of..

Excellent Job, and amazing writing skills =)

EDIT: Paid