When Lambo entered the store, the rhythmic sound of metal meeting metal immediately stopped and that's how Lambo met the gaze of a narrowed eyed man that seemed to loom over Lambo, despite the fact that Lambo is half a head taller than him, and Lambo has never been taller than anyone his age or older.
"Boy.... you here for a weapon?", the man said, his voice rumbled as he spoke.
Lambo slowly nodded, understanding a little better why people didn't enter The Weaponsmith so easily to browse or admire the weapons crafted here. The owner is an intimidating man, not great for Lambo's nerves, but he's used to shoving them down when they're not needed.
"Do you have anything that are good conductors? For electricity or lightning specifically."
The man raised a scarred brow, "That's pretty specific. You a Devil User?"
Lambo shakes his head.
He nods in, seemingly, realization, "Those Will Flames then."
What?
Lambo blinked in surprise at the unexpected, and correct guess.
"Uh, yeah.", Lambo nods in confirmation, "How did you know?"
"Boy, you think I sell this crap to only pirates? Or marines? Bah!", the man scoffs as he waved his hand in dismissal, "I've sold weapons to travelers, mafiosos, marines, pirates, even nobles, and bounty hunters. I don't care who you are or what you do. Good or bad. I only give my weapons out to those who are the best."
That's... different.
"I've never heard of policy like that.", Lambo comments slowly, thoughtfully.
He truly hasn't. A store is made for a certain type of people usually, they take sides. This man states, and does so according to what the old woman across the street told him, that he is basically neutral, if not without his own bias.
"You find with craft as good as mine, you want them in the right hands.", the man said gruffly as he crossed his arms, "What say you?"
"Uh... what say I what?", Lambo asks in confusion.
The man raised a brow, "You think your hands are the right ones to hold one of my weapons."
"... If there is one here right for me, I'd like to think I'm right for it as well.", Lambo answers after a moment of silence, "Besides, I'm looking for a specific kind. I wield the Lightning Flames, if you hadn't already guessed. The last weapon I was using got destroyed by an opponent with a similar, yet lesser, skillset. I'd rather not have that happen again."
"Hmm...", the man hummed, eyeing Lambo up and down, seemingly having still not made up his mind on whether or not he will sell to Lambo, "So you want a good weapon?"
Lambo can't help but feel like he's being walked into a trap, well the old Fortune Seller woman kept using the word best. Will that work?
Maybe.
Does Lambo believe that the Fortune Seller was trying to help him?
Not really, not at first at least.
But it doesn't hurt to try.
"I was told you made the best.", Lambo says after a short pause of considering his words carefully.
The blacksmith raised a considering raised brow as he looked at Lambo, seemingly staring into his soul. It felt like that at least with how seriously the Blacksmith seemed to take Lambo. Not even the straw hats looked at him like this. Like his worth his being judged, for real, not off handedly like Tsuna and the Vongola did. It... honestly the way he looked at Lambo reminded the teen of how Hibari would look at Lambo the same way, especially when he was younger.

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Straw Hat's Guardian
FanfictionAll his life Lambo has been seen as nothing but a tantrum throwing selfish weak crybaby by all of the Vongola. It's easy to see himself that way as well. But then comes the day when a Straw Hat comes flying through his life creating chaos and mayhem...