Sao Blacksmith Novels & Stories

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!

[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.

The air inside the lower forges was a sweltering suffocating wall of sulfur, coal smoke, and radiating thermal heat. Down here, deep within the subterranean roots of the Obsidian Hold, the rhythmic thud of heavy iron hammers striking anvils echoed like a frantic metallic heartbeat. But as Silas and I stepped off the stone lift, the sweating blacksmiths and forge masters immediately ceased their labor, dropping heavily to their knees on the soot-stained floor.

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.

[It's a blacksmith! Will started observing the shop from the outside. The back of the shop had a stone wall with a small forge and a chimney. By the smithy was an old man, almost two meters tall. He was very muscular, but also had a very fat protruding belly. He had some patches of beard and hair here and there, but most of it seemed to have been burned off due to occupational hazards. Next to him was a young man, he couldn't be older than fourteen. He was much shorter than the middle aged man, and a lot skinnier too. The boy looked exhausted, but was hammering away at a piece of iron over a large semi-rusted anvil.

The rhythmic, deafening clang of iron hammers against anvils had always been the heartbeat of the Vanguard’s lower rings. But on the eve of the Canopy Festival, the Forge was entirely focused on a single masterpiece. Mwajuma stood in the center of the open-air pavilion, her broad shoulders bathed in the orange glow of the roaring furnaces. She wore only her canvas chest-binding and her dark leather trousers, her massive, heavily muscled arms extended. Chausiku, the Head Blacksmith—a towering woman with arms as thick as tree trunks and a vicious scar across her collarbone—stepped forward, carrying a heavy bundle of dark, glowing metal with massive iron tongs.

Ribs pressing against his skin like a washboard. The blacksmith was a one-eyed old man with a vicious temper who forged blades that never broke. Every soldier in the camp came to him for repairs. Rex crouched outside the smithy for three days, watching the old man work the iron. The metal in the furnace bloomed orange-red. The old man pulled it free with tongs, laid it on the anvil, and struck. Sparks burst with every hammer blow. Burn scars covered his hands, layered over each other like the bark of an ancient tree.

Sparks leapt in the air as a broad-shouldered man hammered a glowing blade against an anvil. “That’s Jarek,” Sera said, her tone laced with fondness. “Best blacksmith in Moonveil. He’s been crafting weapons for hunting since before I was born.” The man looked up at the sound of her voice, his soot-covered face breaking into a smile. “Sera! And Lyra! I was wondering when you’d drag yourselves here. And who’s this?” “Selene,” I said, stepping forward hesitantly. “Ah,” he nodded, his eyes sharp and appraising in a way that made me straighten my shoulders. “New blood. Good. You’ll need something light and balanced for your first hunt.”

Ralph then frowned “Azz is smarter than me though…” “Really?” “Yeah, Azz is one of the wisest demons around.” I looked straight into his eyes with a serious tone, “But who is Azz really? He told me that he was a blacksmith of sorts, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of blacksmiths who save lives.” He seemed astonished, “Wow! You catch on quick!” The boy then looked more serious than before, “You must not repeat this with outsiders, understand?” “Okay??”

The Armory was called The Unbreakable Anvil or the Anvil for short. It wasn't the only blacksmith shop in the Capital, but it was the most famous and the only one set in the South District. The nobles made sure that the commoners wouldn't be armed. It was a law that they couldn't wield weapons. Only those permitted by the Emperor were allowed. I was a lucky exception. Nobles were also another exception. The leaders needed to protect themselves. At least that's what they told themselves.