Novel & Cerita Blacksmith Anime

Sparks shoot into the air like dying stars. Arven stands over the anvil, exactly where I expect him to be, his hammer rising and falling in a brutal rhythm. Sweat runs down his temple, disappearing into soot-streaked skin and the rolled sleeves of his shirt. He looks like a man who has spent his entire life arguing with iron—and winning. Clang. Clang. Clang. The air smells of iron, ash, and old magic. He doesn’t look up at first. “Whatever it is, come back tomorrow,” he mutters without turning. “I’m finishing an order for the western warriors—unless you want a sword shaped like a spoon.”

However, his expertise in forging iron and other minerals made it difficult for him to be replaced by other blacksmiths. As a baby, Berk was thrown away not far from where Bowen worked as a blacksmith. Bowen was a stocky dwarf with a long golden beard that was neatly braided. He loved creating and forging weapons for hours on end. His expertise was very well known throughout the human and non-human world. When he found baby Berk, who had nearly died of starvation, Bowen took him home. He gave the baby milk and carried him on his back when he worked. That's how Berk was raised. He became a skilled blacksmith just like Bowen, his adoptive father, The Genius Blacksmith.

Waking up early the next morning , Takamatsu looked around as he found a pile of wood, maybe I can start from there, Takamatsu said as he picked up an axe that he has guessed must be used for breaking the firewood. Holy Jesus the immaculate, what the fuck, hoe do they swing this, Takamatsu tried swinging the axe with one hand but find out that it is almost impossible, don't they teach the blacksmith of this world how to make things a bit flexible, I can't believe that with the way this world seemed to have copied everything from earth that they didn't copy that.

Gabriella asked. “The blacksmith isn't an abyss demon, so your new alpha aura won't affect him. His power may seem a lot like that of an abyss demon, but he's far from one,” Margret replied. ~Present~ “Hey,” Gabriella said as she stepped forward. The blacksmith stood quietly, staring directly at Gabriella. Black smoke rose from his body into the air, and small sparks flew out in random directions. “Something is wrong here,” Derren said. “What do you mean?” Angela asked.

They were huddled together around the campfire, looking up at the shattered sky with expressions of profound, unscripted terror. "Look at the Blacksmith," Marcus whispered, pointing. Standing near the anvil was a massive, bearded NPC named Brog. In the base game, Brog existed solely to repair player armor for a small f*e of copper coins. His only line of dialogue was, "Steel wins battles, but gold wins wars. Need repairs?" Brog was not offering repairs. He was holding his heavy forging hammer in a two-handed combat grip. He was pacing furiously back and forth, muttering to himself, his pixelated face contorted in a very real expression of panic.

They held no value in my eyes, unworthy of even a bronze coin from my pocket. However, I did have a dedicated blacksmith village that had pledged their allegiance to me long ago. Currently, they reside in the City of Light alongside Iris. Iris managed the core business and had expanded her ventures to include weapons and armor shops as part of her business endeavors. Indeed, while I couldn't recruit those local blacksmiths, my requirement wasn't for new weapon or armor creations. Rather, I sought skilled artisans for repairs and servicing—a crucial need in times of war. These exceptional craftsmen, blacksmiths, and armor makers were invaluable assets in any conflict.

I pushed past the thick leather curtains of the primary foundry, the intense heat of the burning coal instantly warming my freezing skin as the smell of molten steel filled my lungs. Dozens of skilled blacksmiths were working diligently around the massive stone anvils, their muscular bodies covered in soot as they forged the defensive armor plates and the silver-tipped spears that our pack was famous for. I marched straight toward the center of the main workshop, my powerful aura immediately drawing the attention of the workers who quickly lowered their tools in deep respect.

+500 XP] [Smith 2 has leveled up! Smith 4 has leveled up! Smith 3 has leveled up! Warlock 21 has leveled up! Warlock 4 has leveled up!] [Please allocate attribute points.] [The rest of your army have received +1 Int.] The rest was easy: they created a "bucket" out of rubies and strapped a thin rod made of Sapphire. After a couple of minutes, they retired the molten copper from the forge and poured it on a mold carved in the dirt after compacting it with earth magic.