The original text read: "Everything within the city is confidential and must not be committed to writing or recorded in a mechanical box. I stayed in the city for three years and nine months, then left to build my own workshop."
"Must not be committed to writing or recorded in a mechanical box."
Tetsu no Sosuke pondered this. Perhaps one day he, too, could find that city?
Whether he would ever get the chance, though, was hard to say.
By then, more than six years—nearly seven—had passed since he had begun searching for the old man.
He then traveled from place to place, looking for opportunities and somewhere suitable. Drawing on his martial prowess and skill at forging, he built a faction of his own.
He also made quite a name for himself in that world.
But as his faction grew, he discovered that the world had not changed because of it.
His presence had only brought more chaos to an already chaotic world.
He searched for answers and sought guidance, but found no one who could teach him.
The years rushed by, yet the world never changed. At last, he lost hope and gave up. He disbanded his organization, withdrew deep into the mountains, and devoted all his remaining energy to the art of forging.
Yet his writing also revealed that he did not even know why he was so devoted to forging.
Everything he had pursued in life had gone up in smoke. Countless things he had once hoped for, dreamed of, and tried to attain had remained beyond his reach.
His martial skills had not helped him realize his dream. His forging had earned him the name Heavenly Artisan, but even that had not fulfilled his wish.
In the end, he concluded that he simply lacked the