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The samurai enjoyed working as a blacksmith's apprentice. He learned a lot of new things, and it also helped him relax and think about things... Well, as long as the blacksmith wasn't yelling at him, like, "Hey, are you sleeping again? Quickly bring me a bucket of water!" However, even though Iwamoto was prone to being lost in thought, he also possessed a heightened ability to quickly complete tasks, managing to be in the right place at the right time, even if he wasn't putting in a lot of effort. Osamu also noticed that the work had a positive effect on his health. It seemed that all of this was just as effective as the training exercises from Tartarus's book.
One day, the blacksmith wasn't too busy and suggested that they forge something together for the samurai. The samurai, however, wasn't quite sure what kind of Ilthanian equipment he might need, but he thought that someone in their group could definitely use a good helmet. For example, Dalia. Or... Yes, James Odd no longer needs helmets. What a sad story happened to him... As with many others. It was a rather eccentric group, no matter how much all those strange and gruesome deaths had shaken their nerves.
In short, they made a helmet. Based on the Ilthanian design.
At the tournament, Iwamoto thought about it and decided to bet a thousand on the Taoist, Gohei.