Blade Tempering の小説・ストーリー

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

And once again, the two of them worked together to smooth out the sheet and further refine the blade. Their hammer pings echoed all throughout and continued their concerto in between blasts of heat. And once they had produced the exact curved shape of a Drogar beltknife, the bladesmith stopped their collaboration and pored over the blade’s profile. As he did so, his assistant put down his striking sledge and went off to mix the next batch of blade metals. After having looked over their work, the bladesmith fired up the blade once again, though he used a slightly lower temperature. It didn’t look quite as bright as before, but it didn’t need to.

Fimrouck places the sword in front of him once again examining it. "When you were hardening the blade what did you quench it with?" He suddenly asks. I laugh at his absurd question. "I quenched it in water, what else should I have done?" I ask. "I see, explains why the blade was brittle. Adding salt or oil to your quenching water prevents the metal from becoming too brittle," he explains. "I've heard of that technique but never thought to try it," I admit.

Then he thrust it back into the hot coals, the heat enveloping it once more. "Steel is stubborn," he said, hammering with renewed force. "It must be beaten, folded, and tempered. Without fire, it is weak. Without temper, it breaks." His black eyes flicked to her, meaning lingering behind his words. "Weapons... Blades, at least the best ones, are not made going into the fire once or even twice, usually its ten but for the strongest and sharpest blades? It could easily be up to 20 times. Each time they come out of the fire again, they're able to be shaped a little stronger than the last... eventually, you get a trustworthy blade that won't break on you when it counts the most."

And now, he had begun to truly refine the weapons. "You have to separate me from the cold wood first." "After that, soak the cold wood in water." "After soaking for a full quarter of an hour, you should apply the green bamboo liquid. After which, the cold glow within the cold wood will be unleashed. At this moment, the entire cold wood will completely form a complete body." "You can use the complete body to fuse and forge it." "Do you understand?" Thinking of this, Samuel continued the fire, let it burn slowly, and left the wooden house with the knife.

"True, but the traces of Lighting tends to cause a faster melting process in forging when used with Glacier Rock. Adding in the rough texture of Black Iron and you can make a great set of armor." "Thank you for the input." Lan Childe wrote everything down and waited a bit till Ren finished his formation before asking another question. "What about regular metals?" "I use them all the time. Nothing wrong with them. Especially if you are starting out. Inscribe them with characteristics of other metals and bam, almost the same effect. 20% decrease in quality. But you make up for it in cost." Ren started to cut the fabric again.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Berfomet said as he gazed upon the nobles. All 12 nobles that represent the court of Ildra had been gathered into one place, each one badly beaten or nearly dead after having a conversation with Berfomet. He pulled out one of Kent’s Defective swords called the sun’s fury, a powerful vibration sword that generates a micro heat field that can turn any organic material into ash. Though his original intent for the blade was to help builders clear heavier material or debris during a rescue operation, it was too dangerous for the prototype to enter mass production.

His presence was a constant source of steadiness, a reminder that they faced this challenge together. In the corner of the courtyard, a team of blacksmiths worked tirelessly at a line of anvils. Sparks flew as molten steel was hammered into shape, the glowing metal transforming into sleek blades, spearheads, and arrow tips. Lyra paused to observe a blacksmith as he inspected a freshly forged sword.