Heading to the Weapon District
The sun was barely up when Kai and his dad left the house.
Mom had packed them some steamed buns for breakfast. "Don't let him get anything too dangerous," she'd said, giving Dad a look.
Dad had just sighed. "He comprehended Sword Intent in one day. I think the danger ship has sailed."
Now they walked through Redwood City's morning streets, joining the early crowd of merchants, cultivators, and workers starting their day.
Kai munched on a steamed bun, looking around with interest. He'd lived here his whole life (all five years of it), but his newly expanded spiritual sense made him notice things he'd never paid attention to before.
The weapon district was in the eastern part of the city, near the walls. Made sense—if a weapon shop exploded or caught fire, better it happened away from the residential areas.
