After hearing Grandpa's interesting but incomplete story, I moved towards my work with a small hammer and started hammering the knife to heat it up and remove as much rust as possible before scrubbing it. Grandpa Kaewon stopped his work and watched me, his weathered face, usually a mask of stern concentration, softening as he observed my progress.

"Am I doing it right, Grandpa?" I asked.

Kaewon chuckled, deep and hearty. "You’re doing more than right, Dajit. You’ve got a natural talent for this. You might become a professional before me, and I was said to be a genius in my time."

His words were hard for me to digest. In my previous life, I was always considered a late bloomer, so receiving praise was rare. I knew I was no ordinary seven-year-old this time around, but hearing Grandpa acknowledge my abilities validated all my efforts.

I focused back on the knife, each hammer strike echoing the determination in my mind. I carefully heated the blade, watching the metal glow before quenching it in oil. The sizzle was a satisfying confirmation of my progress. The rusty knife was now a gleaming, razor-sharp blade.

"How am I doing, Grandpa?" I asked again.

Grandpa Kaewon nodded approvingly. "Well done, Dajit. You've brought this blade back to life."

"Thank you, Grandpa,” I replied.

He smiled—a rare sight, as I couldn't recall ever seeing him that happy before, even in my past life. "But remember, mastering the blade is not just about technique. It's about understanding that every hit from the hammer matters to the metal because it defines the history it carries and the purpose it will serve."

As the sun set, casting long shadows across the workshop, I held the knife up to the fading light. It was a testament to my potential and a promise that Grandpa praised. The art of blade-making was now a new interest for me, a skill I never thought I would learn.

As I stood outside, I saw Butler Hideo with the horse carriage coming toward Grandpa Kaewon's workshop to pick me up.

Grandpa Kaewon placed a hand on my shoulder. "You’ve done well today, Dajit. Tomorrow, we begin anew. There’s much more to learn.”

I smiled, feeling the weight of his hand as both a comfort and a challenge. "Yes, Grandpa.”

 With the workshop now quiet, I took the blades with me and left for home. The evening air was cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heat of the forge. 

As I was sitting in the carriage, the butler said, "Young lord, the yellow grass has been delivered and has been kept in the storage house near the stable."

I replied, "Okay, I will look into that.”

When I arrived home, the comforting scent of my mother Lina's cooking greeted me. She looked up from the kitchen, her eyes softening as she saw me.

"Dajit, you're back. How was your day with Grandpa?" she asked.

I walked over and placed the newly-forged knife on the table. "It was amazing, Mom. I learned so much, and Grandpa Kaewon even gave me this knife, the first weapon I ever hammered."

"Great, you made your own knife on the first day! But be careful with fire. I know Grandpa Kaewon can control it, but still, be cautious."

"Yes, Mother, but where is Luna?"

"Oh, she is already asleep. She was tired from the journey," my mother replied.

Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts. "Mom, there's something else I want to ask. I want to learn alchemy from you too. Will you teach me?"

She paused, her expression shifting to one of surprise and then thoughtful consideration. "Alchemy is a complex art, Dajit. It requires patience, precision, and a deep understanding of both science and magic."

"I know, Mom. But I want to learn everything I can. I want to be able to create and heal, to understand the world around me in every way possible," I said, though I had ulterior motives of earning money through the cure for Black Death.

She studied me for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. If you’re truly committed, I will teach you. But remember, alchemy is as much about the time you spend observing how reactions happen as it is about achieving the result.”

"I will, Mom,” I replied.

She smiled, her eyes softening. "We'll start your lessons tomorrow with the basics. For now, let's have dinner and rest, as it was a big day for you."

I nodded, as I was tired after today’s work. As we ended our dinner, I couldn’t help but ask, "Mom, what will I learn first in alchemy tomorrow?"

“It's a simple health potion," she replied. "It isn’t much, but it will still take time for you to learn. When you make your first potion, it will be an incredible feeling."

"I would love to experience that too," I said, feeling happy. After dinner, I quickly went to sleep, knowing I had a lot to learn both tonight and tomorrow.