"So, you wanted to learn forging from me?"
Hephaestus was greatly surprised by Russell's request. He said bluntly, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not questioning your attitude toward learning. I just don't understand. Whether it's the sun or war, those authorities far surpass forging. So, were you planning to learn a few techniques as a hobby to pass the time?"
Faced with a professional's doubts, Russell decisively shook his head and said solemnly, "No. To me, forging is an art with infinite charm. Its greatness lies in creation and innovation. It is an extension of thought, a miracle that turns the impossible into possible..."
"Even if you are the God of Forging, please do not describe it as something to 'pass the time.' I would be very angry."
"My apologies."
Hephaestus also grew serious upon hearing this. He could feel the respect. "Russell, let me ask again. Are you certain this is your truest thought?"
"Yes, Teacher Hephaestus. I want to forge... Ahem, I want to ask you to teach me the most profound forging techniques, so I can create miracles with my own hands."
"I understand!"
Hephaestus gazed deeply at Russell. "I am willing to believe in your determination, not because your words moved me, but because I saw longing in your eyes."
"Also, you need not call me 'teacher.' Based solely on the importance you place on this treasure of a craft, I accept you as my friend."
"I will teach you all my knowledge, until you grow sick of these dull studies and ultimately choose to give up."
"No. I firmly believe that the greater one's mind, the greater one's world. Those who find this art dry and boring are merely limited by their own abilities. Their narrow vision prevents them from seeing where its charm lies." Russell shook