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Zuko and Mai had been living with Piandao for two years now, training and learning everything he could and would teach them as they Studied the Blade(s).
He'd practically adopted them, and everyone knew it.
So, when the sword master's birthday came around, they studied and recruited Fat to smith the finest blade their dad would ever wield.
It took 8 nights to prepare to make, and a week for Piandao to leave on a small trip for a few days, and those days with Fat were spent forging the sword.
It was a work of beauty.
The blade was tinted pink and orange, a shine like the sunset while an image of a dragon was etched into the blade.
The handle was apple-cherry wood, polished to perfection while a turtleduck was stamped in the leather wraps, with embroidered ribbons of red and pink. There was a turtleduck in a bed of fire lilies painted onto the handle, and the two of the worked together to carve their message into the sheeth. They knew the blade would never break, not in their dad's hands. He was a master of the blade. His force of will would strengthen the steel.
'We love you dad. Love, Mai and Zuko'