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Omashu was craved on the stone of the mountain itself. It could be one of the most impresing views, if i hadn't seen Omashu as a work.
Inside the smithy, Temujin was modeling steel and iron just like clay between his fingers. In his hands, metal bended to turn into hammers, forks, knives, swords, shields, plates of armor, and a looong etc.
Toph, outside, was sleeping her ass off, and the only thing one could see of her was a little fur mountain.
Over the door, a wooden flyer said "Gohson Metal"
Inside the smithy, Temujin was modeling steel and iron just like clay between his fingers. In his hands, metal bended to turn into hammers, forks, knives, swords, shields, plates of armor, and a looong etc.
Toph, outside, was sleeping her ass off, and the only thing one could see of her was a little fur mountain.
Over the door, a wooden flyer said "Gohson Metal"