▬▬ 𝕿hick fresh smoke, along with fiery wisps, filled the forgery room, followed by heat blasting from the furnace. If a stranger, who's foreign to black smithery, was to enter the forgery room, the heat would make them feel like they had just entered hell.

The warmth of the clothes of the blacksmith wasn't any help, either. It only worsened her body temperature. Thus covering the horned girl with a thick layer of sweat, from top to bottom. Unfortunately, wiping away the sweat wasn't of any use.

The wooden handle topped by the familiar block of metal was sinking in Y/N's hold. Her sweat was most likely responsible for the act, or it was her fatigue. Honestly, she couldn't tell what the exact reason was regarding her loose hold on the hammer, but she knew exhaustion was getting the best of her, physically and mentally.

Just the thought of her health made her recall that instance she shared with Hockney. The thought involuntarily made its way through the girl's head, thus letting her drop the hammer.

CLANK

The blacksmith was quick to avert her gaze to the fallen hammer. She didn't expect that to happen, despite knowing fully well it would happen at some point. Exhaustion took over the girl, but she forced herself to grab the handle and get herself back to work.

The money she had oh-so desired won't walk itself towards her and Hockney's shared home.

Once Y/N had her time off, she quickly headed to a retail store and snatched a box of cigarettes. Before leaving with the cigarettes, she left the exact amount of money on the counter, then hastily left for the fresh air the girl needed.

The H/C-haired girl walked towards her destination. She took her time to crouch, to be on the same level as the ground, then sat upon the edge of the terrain. Followed by her tired eyes examining mother nature's beauty.

Mother nature may be old but her beauty doesn't change. I must admit, I'm quite envious of her everlasting beauty.

Besides that, the 40th floor is just like every other floor, the heaps of floating rocks dispersed from one another, the bridges barely connecting the floating land formations, followed by nature and the large mushrooms laying an abundance upon the land, while the odd contraptions humanity made attached to the floating rocks which helped humanity advance into a better society.

Behind the land formations was a void of cool colors, which were accompanied by clouds and then nothingness. There wasn't much in the background, but at least it helped the greenery stand out whilst complementing the colors, without clashing with one another.

"I will never understand how people can easily walk past this view..." the tired girl admitted to her tired self as she continued to admire the view.

Although Y/N has lived on the 40th floor for more than a decade, she will never get used to the view it gives her. It was simply breathtaking and beautiful, despite being a simple view itself.

Albeit, the locals on the 40th floor weren't accepting of her. Thankfully, the view before her was nothing like them. Even if the scenery had a distaste for her existence, at least it was smart enough to reciprocate the same amount of respect the girl had for the beautiful scenery.

Unlike some people, *ahem* Sachi Faker *ahem*.

"Heh. Maybe I should commission Hockney to sketch this view so I can finally stop coming here." The H/C-haired girl joked to herself, which made her feel slightly gloomy, since it made the girl realize she had no one to share the view with.

She was alone, like always.

Sharing the view isn't sentimental- er, maybe it is sentimental to the blacksmith, seeing as she's recently just recalled that she always watched mother nature take course with Hoh. While they were watching the scenery, Y/N would try to teach him neat tricks, like how to make small shinsu spheres spin.

The horned girl's lips curled up slightly. If only she could relive those shared memories with Hoh. Speaking of memories, those shared memories took place before she started climbing the tower. She couldn't help but question how her little brother was doing now...

"Fuck." Out of nowhere, the girl groaned out of frustration.

Hoh wasn't the reason for Y/N's frustration, rather she's frustrated because she didn't teach her little brother how to use his shinsu.

The spear-bearer knows well that administrators are going to teach the newcomers the basics of shinsu but, at some point he probably got hurt or almost got killed because his big sister didn't teach him the basics of fighting.

Hell! The blacksmith isn't even sure about her little brother's whereabouts and progress. Hoh hasn't sent his sister a letter for quite a while now, and she was getting worried for his well-being because of the lack of updates, but she forced herself to keep herself busy with work.

For all the H/C haired girl knew her brother was probably keeping his arrival a secret to surprise her... Yeah, that's probably it!

Y/N noticed it; the more she stressed herself out, it added the more salt onto the wound. To spare her already stressed self, she tried to shift into a topic that was less worrisome.

Unfortunately, the topic she could only think about was one of the recent orders Vihaan assigned her to do, which was from Mahalia, aka the short stack with anger issues.

"I have to make a stupid scythe for that short stack..." The girl rolled her eyes.

The blacksmith will admit that she was close with Mahalia. After all, the short devil was one of her frequent clients. However, Mahalia didn't really have a pretty personality herself.

The only good thing about that short stack was that she's loud as her thoughts and she always picked Y/N to repair the iron and steel shit that she broke.

In other words, she's responsible for most of the money you make, because other clients are hell-bent on choosing other blacksmiths instead of someone who's rumored to be a "coward".

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