Berserk Blacksmith Novels & Stories

“Forging in itself is not a difficult thing. That can be easily done.” Phoebe kept shaking her head, and she said, “It’s not as easy as you think. This volcanic metal isn’t normal metal, so it’s difficult to forge it. If you’re not careful, you’ll break it. Only an excellent swordsmith can do it well. Based on what I know, there’s a swordsmith like that in this area, and he’s the only capable one. His name is Brighton Cook.” Thomas remembered the name “Brighton Cook” deeply.

[System Message: You have watched Old Copper's display of the hammering technique ] [Due to your affinity for blacksmithing from the 'Crafting Master' Class, you have learned the skill ].

I pushed my way towards the young man and waved my hand in front of his face to get his attention. “Yes, sir. What’s your order?” “I just wanted to ask you, is he the only silver blacksmith in Dargot.” “Indeed! One of a kind, but very reasonably priced!” “And how did he get his silver hammer?” The man pointed over his shoulder to a lance hanging high on the wall. “The killer of the Radiant Sea Serpent. A fearsome beast that claimed the lives of over a hundred men. But no more, thanks to that beautiful piece of workmanship. An exact duplicate can be yours for only one thousand bits.”

“Our local blacksmith is a very mysterious Slayer, full of surprises, but a good fellow. He isn’t from around here but everybody adores him just the same. Oh, and have I mentioned he’s blind?” “Blind?!” Temujin and Aki echoed. “Oh yes, that’s right. Completely, I’m afraid. I wouldn’t challenge him to a spar though on account of that, for he can put any able-bodied Slayer to shame. Also, he very much prefers a simple and private life.” “Oh, I’ve heard of this blacksmith,” Sasha jumped in. “He’s the one who makes most of the blue Slayer suits by cooking the tree-drops in a stove. Somehow he knows how to combine fire and wind techniques.”

That cool-looking monkey became Walter’s idol and future goal. Walter’s stick was the result of his hard work. It was with great difficulty that he managed to obtain Star Divine Metal and later found the renowned blacksmith, Devon Stronghold, the Infinite Divine Ox, to forge it. As a master blacksmith and a rarity among monsters, the weapons he forged were well-known in the nether realm.

The heat hit me immediately – a wall of scorching air that smelled of metal and coal. "Shopkeeper, I'd like to have this item made. Can you do it?" I asked, pulling a piece of paper from my jacket pocket. A burly blacksmith emerged from the back, bare-chested with skin gleaming with sweat and oil. His muscled arms bore the scars of his trade, and his beard was singed at the edges. I forced myself to look at his face, trying hard to maintain a calm demeanor and hide any discomfort. Men's bodies were still unfamiliar territory to me, especially one so powerfully built.

Right now they had only one month left before Butler Fin’s scheduled return. Within a small smithy on this remote planet, countless distinct sounds of an anvil being struck resounded. Over the anvil stood a well-built teen with a rugged appearance. His beard was unkempt and his appearance filthy with ash and grime. His eyes remained glued to the sword that was slowly taking shape on the anvil. The aura of a High Class Artefact was leaking ceaselessly from the sword; its golden red blade glowing softly every now and then. “You should rest Big Brother,” a tall handsome teenager with looks similar to the blacksmith’s appeared through the door with a large beast slung over his shoulder. In his h

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

So this is slightly making me cringe. “Let’s just eat before the food gets cold.” He suddenly exclaimed. “Okay. Help me finish this. You bought too many food.” I said and we eat silently. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON A week from now, huh. Hercules thought as he clean the guns that he have. What is Black Dragon thinking? A duel. Hmm… Are he really that convinced that he will win? Against me? He wish. “Boss.” One of the gang members called him. “Apollo and Bacchus are requesting a video call to talk to you.” He said.

[Mission: Acquire a blacksmith to stay at your territory][Reward: Occupational Talent Appraisal] 'hmm, acquiring a blacksmith? That is rather expensive' , thinking of a black smith. They are in demand occupation, since hunting and wars are common for this world. Blacksmith are also quite a character, people do often please them just to make request for them. Now, talking about acquiring. He needed to prepare a large amount of golds just to employ them. In addition, he have to make a plan on how to approach and please them just to work in his territory.