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The school day was coming to an end, and Rio was smiling about the makeshift list of people he had now planning to join this smith club. After his metal shop class ended, he stayed behind to talk with Mr. Thronson. "Hey, need any help with cleaning up?" Rio asked, "I got plenty of time."
"Yeah, sure, that would be great, Rio." The anteater said to his student, "Set some of these boxes toward the back, and don't drop them, they have student projects in them."
"Yeah, you got it." Rio said, and picked up the box of metal projects with ease, "So when are we going to be doing more stuff with blow torches or moving onto something else?" He started walking the box back with his teacher.
"With you're kind of strength, I'm surprised you don't just bend the metal how you want it." Mr. Tronson laughed, "But no, one more day to make sure everyone is caught up. Then we can work on doing things with the forge equipment." Then he held the door to the storage room open for Rio, "Set them over on the second shelf on the right."
"Got it." Rio carried the box in, "Speaking of the forge, I got some good news about the Smith Club, I got enough members. We just gotta start setting up times to meet, and projects."
"Yeah, about that..." Mr. Tronsons's little smile started to fade, "...I wanted to talk to you about that, because I've heard things from my other students."
"We got a lot showing up for it, they seem excited."
"But why is the issue." Mr. Tronson said as he walked up beside Rio, "They think they're gonna get to make stuff like swords and battle axes. We can't just do that."
"Why not?" Rio looked to him, "We'd be teaching some important stuff, and there's ways to make a living off of this."
"There's regulations against this thing in our school, like not bringing weapons into school." Mr. Tronson said, "Making them in school is just as bad, it doesn't matter what the intent is of these things." He let out saddened sigh, "Even if we stick to other things we could make with this class, people would lost interesting really fast."
"Well, what would it take to allow us to make weapons?" Rio asked, "Storing them properly till we could sell them? There is such thing as the renaissance fair, and there's also some stores and stations we could set up from time to time."
"Get that by the principal, he's the one who has the final say in it all." Mr. Tronson said, "He's a stickler for things, and I already know he doesn't like a club such as this."
"I'll figure something out." Rio said, "I've... got some people with good advice." He looked to the anteater, "Just keep this up, I am sure we can get it off."
"I'll set some papers and write out some plans," Mr. Tronson said, "But I don't wanna prepare anything unless there's actual resolve. Till then, you should probably get going home."
"Alright then." Rio said, "I think I know someone who could help, and I'll talk with them, take care. Mr. Tronson." He smiled to him and walked out, "There's things riding on this, same as always..." he said to himself, "Hopefully we can actually pull this off." And he started walking home.
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Part 8

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Part 7

Part 9

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The school day was coming to an end, and Rio was smiling about the makeshift list of people he had now planning to join this smith club. After his metal shop class ended, he stayed behind to talk with Mr. Thronson. "Hey, need any help with cleaning up?" Rio asked, "I got plenty of time."
"Yeah, sure, that would be great, Rio." The anteater said to his student, "Set some of these boxes toward the back, and don't drop them, they have student projects in them."
"Yeah, you got it." Rio said, and picked up the box of metal projects with ease, "So when are we going to be doing more stuff with blow torches or moving onto something else?" He started walking the box back with his teacher.
"With you're kind of strength, I'm surprised you don't just bend the metal how you want it." Mr. Tronson laughed, "But no, one more day to make sure everyone is caught up. Then we can work on doing things with the forge equipment." Then he held the door to the storage room open for Rio, "Set them over on the second shelf on the right."
"Got it." Rio carried the box in, "Speaking of the forge, I got some good news about the Smith Club, I got enough members. We just gotta start setting up times to meet, and projects."
"Yeah, about that..." Mr. Tronsons's little smile started to fade, "...I wanted to talk to you about that, because I've heard things from my other students."
"We got a lot showing up for it, they seem excited."
"But why is the issue." Mr. Tronson said as he walked up beside Rio, "They think they're gonna get to make stuff like swords and battle axes. We can't just do that."
"Why not?" Rio looked to him, "We'd be teaching some important stuff, and there's ways to make a living off of this."
"There's regulations against this thing in our school, like not bringing weapons into school." Mr. Tronson said, "Making them in school is just as bad, it doesn't matter what the intent is of these things." He let out saddened sigh, "Even if we stick to other things we could make with this class, people would lost interesting really fast."
"Well, what would it take to allow us to make weapons?" Rio asked, "Storing them properly till we could sell them? There is such thing as the renaissance fair, and there's also some stores and stations we could set up from time to time."
"Get that by the principal, he's the one who has the final say in it all." Mr. Tronson said, "He's a stickler for things, and I already know he doesn't like a club such as this."
"I'll figure something out." Rio said, "I've... got some people with good advice." He looked to the anteater, "Just keep this up, I am sure we can get it off."
"I'll set some papers and write out some plans," Mr. Tronson said, "But I don't wanna prepare anything unless there's actual resolve. Till then, you should probably get going home."
"Alright then." Rio said, "I think I know someone who could help, and I'll talk with them, take care. Mr. Tronson." He smiled to him and walked out, "There's things riding on this, same as always..." he said to himself, "Hopefully we can actually pull this off." And he started walking home.
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Part 8

Title

Part 7

Part 9

Art, Characters, and story (C)