*DAAAAP*
Seeing the hand coming towards him, Palkus unconsciously brought out his own. The two hands clasped together, and the effect of their meeting made the entire city quake.
"OHOHO!" The blacksmith king laughed hesterically.
"He did it!" Danoris looked at Palkus in shock while feeling the wave of their dap.
"Congratulations!"
"Gratz, Lad!"
"Congrats!" One after the other, the elders congratulated Palkus, who understood nothing of what was going on.
"Congrats for what?" He looked at the elders in confusion, not understanding anything.
"You're the new blacksmith king." The former blacksmith king nodded while explaining.
"Stop, stop, stop." Instead of accepting what happened, Palkus raised his left hand while closing his eyes and looking down, his right hand still clenching the dwarf's.
"What is It ya don't understand? Oh! I guess you didn't know of our tradition." The dwarf looked at Palkus in front of him and then it hit him.
"Tradition..." Palkus, hearing this, opened his eyes in slight confusion and thought back for a second. Then it clicked...
"Ah!" He finally remembered. This dap thing that seemed absurd was something the dwarves gave great meaning to. It wasn't just a simple, dumb act that meant nothing.
In fact, this was a technique used by the blacksmith king himself; that is why nobody but him did it before with Palkus and why the young man was confused.
Of course, this wasn't all there was to the test, but everything else was not as important.
*Fwshhhh*
...
*BOOOOOOM*
"WHAT HAPPENED!" Out of nowhere, when Palkus had just finished his work, an explosion occurred inside the forge that forced Valentine to teleport over to see what happened.
"OHOHOHOHOHO, you really didn't disappoint." Entering the room, the first thing Valentine heard was the laughter of Malgard, who looked like he was standing on his last straw.
"Ugh!" By his side, Danoris was on his knees, not even able to look forward.
"What happened!" Not even a few seconds after Valentine appeared, Emily entered the blacksmith guild and even pushed the guild mistress away to see what happened inside.
And the second she entered, she stopped in her tracks as her eyes opened wide and her cheeks turned red.
In her vision was Palkus, holding the greatest masterpiece he has managed to make to this day, it wasn't a sword, nor was it a spear, or even an armor. It was just a simple dagger. At first glance, it looked harmless, and even though it's shape was weird, it still looked normal.
But with Palkus holding it high in the sky with his chiseled body sweating from the hard work he had just put in, it shone in a cerulean luster that got those who witnessed its outburst on their knees, if not straight out unconscious.
"Hmm? What are you doing here, Emily?" Palkus finally came back to himself, and the first thing he noticed wasn't the unconscious elders but his girlfriend, who gulped when their gazes met.
"I- I was worried." She replied.
"Worried? Huh? What happened here?" Palkus finally looked down to notice the elders, those who were flat on the floor, and then those who were still holding on.
"Congratulations on becoming the blacksmith king, young lad."
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