Raph was working on a sword sweat covering his forehead, he was focused to get this sword done by today. He already had the metal melting in the furnace as he shoveled coal into it, "your father told me you were good, but not this good you do have a way at making and using weapons." Raph only nodded, he carefully got the melted metal out of the furnace putting it into a sword shaped mold. He dunked the Neely crafted blade into water, putting it carefully on a leather grip hilt then started sharpening it.