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Urashu was in academy because his parents wanted him to be. They both had magical abilities, but had never had formal training. They knew Urashu had the potential, so they started him with it right away, hoping he could outstrip their own ability with proper training. On Day 1 he realized he didn't want to train in the arcane arts, and by day 10 he had confirmed it. But his parents has taught him obedience and loyalty from an early age, and so he stayed with it. He was good at it too, and could keep up with the class without putting too much effort in.

He was lucky to get the blacksmith's apprenticeship. He had been looking for an apprenticeship to do outside of his classes and was the first to see a notice posted that the blacksmith was seeking a new apprentice. He pulled down the notice, hurried over the smithy, and asked to be taken on. The blacksmith was behind on orders now that his other apprentice had moved on, and he just told Urashu that if he could make a dagger he could get the apprenticeship.

Urashu tried, but his dagger blade caught on the rope that it was supposed to cut, and it broke when the blacksmith hit it against the anvil. The blacksmith was impressed by the way Urashu had used magic on the basic tasks around the forge, and thought quite a few of them could be helpful. HIs parents were craftsmens, and did this spells all the time, so they had come naturally to Urashu during the tasks.

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"You're working as a blacksmith's apprentice! You're weak, you can't even swing a hammer." He could, but he knew not to interrupt someone when they were talking. His father was angry, though he wasn't shouting. Well, he wasn't shouting too loudly. "Are you still going to the academy? You better have not stopped taking your classes to do this. We're paying for those classes!" His father did want an answer this time.
"Yes, I am still taking my classes. I'm able to do both."
"Why a blacksmith then?"
Urashu shrugged. "It's something to try. And, there's an order to it, a a set of rules you have to follow but that can result in something better than the sum of it's part."
"I can't stop you from the apprenticeship now, but if you start falling behind at the academy I will make sure your apprenticeship comes to an end. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."

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"This is really delicate work; I insist you handle it yourself, or let me use your forge to do the work." Urashu looked up from where he was carving a design into a sword handle. The man had come in and show an odd weapon or contraption to the blacksmith. He had tried to hand it over, but the blacksmith had refused to touch it.
"You will not be touching my forge! And I will not be touching that weapon; it is unnatural, and is not a weapon I will contribute to. If you want the work done, you can have it done by the apprentice, if he doesn't object to the weapon that is." Urashu perked up at the line, and put down the handle. The man looks ready to say something but decides against it. He walks over to Urashu, placing the weapon forcefully on the work table.
"This is a pistol. I ran into a rather desperate situation, and had to use it even when it was already broken. It's in really bad shape now. I could fix it, but," he grimaced, "well, you heard the discussion."
"I understand, sir." The honorific might have not been needed, but it couldn't hurt. He carefully picked up the pistol and looked it over. "How does it work?"
The man took the pistol back and pulled the stopper off a container. "It's all because of this." He poured out a substance onto the table and then put the stopper back on. He scooped up the substance, and tossed some into the fire. A forceful wind and then a sound erupted form the fire. Urashu jerked back. His master had remained still. The man smiled, he hadn't flinched either. "If you harness that power inside of a small area-"
"You could propel something with great force. Yeah. Woah!"
The master spoke up then, "Urashu, I know that your father would not want to hear you had interrupted someone."
"It's of no matter, he's just excited. Yes, it is an awesome and terrifying weapon. So here's what you need to do..."

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Urashu sketched the last curve and pulled back, looking at his diagram of a pistol. He had needed to draw it from memory, the gunslinger had left as soon as the pistol was fixed, but it looked like his memory was a strong as usual. He glanced at the black powder and bullets sitting next to the sketch. He has asked for some as part of the payment for fixing the pistol. After all, he would need them to test his own pistol.
The master allowed him to work after hours as long as the material usage was tracked accurately. Urashu was careful to not say what he was working on, and his master didn't ask. It took him two weeks to get the first pistol finished. He had been around a forge enough to know to be careful with fire, so he wasn't hurt when the first pistol exploded on the first firing attempt. From twenty feet away behind a stone wall, Urashu jumped as the explosion happened. Even though he knew it was coming it was louder and more powerful than he had expected.
He salvaged the pieces he could, there weren't many, and made the second pistol in just one week. This one didn't explode the first time, but it didn't fire well either. He cleared the power and bullet and looked it over. He thought he saw where the issue was, so he brought it back to the forge for corrections. His next shot worked, as did several after that. He was confident enough now to trying shooting the pistol in his hand, instead of through a fuse. His aim was way off, but it fired.

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Urashu was cautious about letting else know he had the weapon, so most of his practice took place in the forest away from others. He mostly practiced loading the gun, and then unloading it, and drawing the gun smoothly into a shooting position. He was practicing drawing the gun unloaded when a noise in the forest startled him. He cast magic missile at the noise, but instead of casting it from his hand, the missile shot from the gun. It was just a deer, and the missile's had handled it easily enough, but Urashu wasn't focused on that.
He steadied the gun again and cast color spray through the gun. It worked, and it even seemed more vibrant than it usually was. He smiled, and dug out his spell book to see what other spells he could shoot.

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Urashu was headed back home from a practice session in the forest when he heard a cry up ahead. A man was running towards him, and another well behind him was yelling to stop the thief. The thief was past Urashu quickly but the elf drew his gun and fired color spray through it after the thief. The thief fell, unconscious. The victim caught up, and patted Urashu on the back. "Oh, Urashu, thank you so much for that. He had most of my savings, I would have been in real trouble if he had gotten away." The man walked over the the unconscious thief and picked up the backpack from the ground. Town guards had arrived and now headed over to tie up the man and take him away.
Urashu smiled. The feeling after helping someone like that was incredible. With his pistol he could make a difference doing work like that. He turned, and the smile left his face. The blacksmith was staring at him, grimly. Urashu walked over to him hesitantly. "That's the project you've been working on?" Urashu nodded. "Well, you know how I feel about those. If you're going to keep that I don't want you working in my smith anymore."
The blacksmith turned to leave, but stopped to say one more thing. "If it helps, I'll sign the papers showing you completed your apprenticeship. I figure if you can make one of those you can find your way on your own."
Urashu watched him go, and felt strongly that it was his own comfortable life he was watching fade away into the darkness. He didn't have anywhere to go, though he had enough money from working to make a moderately long journey. The thought of stopping crime came to his mind again, and quickly after it another thought. Perhaps the famed Hell Knights, the greatest crime deterrent anywhere in Golarion, would let him join.

Two weeks later, before Urashu had departed Jelmarey for Cheliax, the blacksmith called upon him at his residence. He was carrying a set of armor. Urashu welcomed him in. "I made this as a reward for the completion of your apprenticeship. I know you tend to stay away from armor, but I think this will still be helpful to you soon." The armor was incredibly crafted, in a style Urashu hadn't seen before.
The blacksmith noticed his confusion. "It's called kikko style armor. A trader at the port show me a set, and even had plans for the crafting. It's light enough for the protection it affords, so you can still keep your elusiveness while staying protected."
Urashu nodded, and put the armor on. It felt wrong, and heavy, but he could understand the positive elements of the design. "Thank you, master. I am sorry it end like this."
The blacksmith nodded, shrugged, and then left.

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Urashu had just departed the victors area, saying quick goodbye to the other victors, when a Hell Knight in full plate underneath a cloak walked over to him. "Armiger Trasalor, Congratulations on your victory." Urashu nodded in thanks. "I am Paralictor Enderan, though I am not of the order of the gate, I believe I can help." The Paralictor pulled a pistol from beneath his coat. "After all, you won, but your shooting was dreadful. I believe I can help refine your form. And you should have only light duty for the next few days, so we'll have plenty of time to work at it. What do you say?"
Urashu nodded quickly, eager for the opportunity. "Yes, Paralictor. Thank you, sir."