Blacksmith Manga Novels & Stories

I’m selling a flat near the main town square for a large one, preferably on the other side of the stream. He walked away, looking for the nearest blacksmith. Just around the corner, there was a blacksmiths shop. The smith had a serious look to his face. “Do you know how to recast a Giltherin san-mai sword?” Yanta asked. “I know only the typical ones,” the blacksmith answered. “Yours is a special one.” “There must be someone, who can recast them.” “There is, go north, to a small mountain village, there you will find the smith.”

she felt so much offended by the choice of the crowd and planning to order now But before she shouts, a man from the building showed himself, wearing black Sando, black tattered slacks and coat, wrap around his waist; wielding a head size hammer. The man spoke and with his threatening words made everyone feels suffocated. “try to pull your trigger and every one of you will die”. wearing his usual smile sarcastically. The man was their only blacksmith. The creator of their weapons! PHIL!

“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.”

“You’ve been tired a lot lately.” The blacksmith glanced between us, then wisely focused on his work. “I don’t need anything fancy,” he added. “Just something balanced.” I risked a glance at him. He wasn’t looking at the blade anymore. He was looking at me. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said quietly. “Oh,” was all I could say. “There’s just something different about you these days,” he said, tucking a strand of hair away from my face. “It’s almost as though you’re someone else.”