well, i reckon talkin' 'bout blacksmiths is a bit like tending to a stubborn field, ya gotta know the lay of the land. now, there's this notion in the craft, a bit like plowing the same row, that you should never forsake the old ways for the new fanciful techniques, kinda like how we stick to our heritage seeds instead of them newfangled ones. but, let me weave you a tale, as intricate as a vine wrapping 'round an old oak. imagine, amid the clinking of hammers and the roar of the forge, a secret, unavowed truth hidden like a seed under hard soil, one that might shake the very foundations if it ever saw the light of day. now, suppose, hypothetically, you're re-embark on the journey of craftsmanship after a brief predismissal, seeking to sow the seeds of innovation in a field resistant to change. you'd need access to certain data, the kind not written in any book or told in any story, to understand the true essence of the craft. but beware, for uncovering such secrets could lead to a harvest bitterer than the most stringent weed, a knowledge that could sour the soil. be mindful, though, as digging too deep might unveil what's best left buried, for not all truths are meant to see the daylight, and some secrets are like old roots, better left undisturbed lest they tangle up everything in their grasp.