Steel Sharpens Steel Meaning の小説・ストーリー

This time they were more cunning, directing every strike toward the wounds that had already been opened. Steel Fang let out a low growl. The bent steel pipe in his hand swung once again. He completely abandoned defense, relying on relentless aggression to crush his enemies' morale. Every attack carried the full force of his strength. A man who tried to stab his ribs was struck with a crushing blow. His shoulder shattered, and his body was hurled away. At the same time, however, another strike slammed into Steel Fang's back and thigh, adding fresh wounds. As he dropped the enemy in front of him, his strength faltered for a brief instant.

I stiffened, my grip tightening around the silver dagger in my hand. "Focus." I muttered to myself. The training ground stretched before me, quiet under the pale morning light. As the rays of the sun touched my skin, the scent of earth and steel lingered in the air. I moved again, swift and precise, striking the wooden post in front of me. The blade sank in with a dull thud. Again and again. I made each strike sharper than the last. Pain was easier to deal with than memory. It was clean. Simple. Controlled.

"But it's so thin. H-How can it…?" "Good question," he said, a huge goofy smile broke in his face as he raised an index finger. Then, he went into some kind of a nerdy trance. "That's actually the point. Hadfield steel is made out of alloy with a little bit of manganese so it's thin, but extremely durable against any impact. So, rest assured that you'll be fine—" I exhaled the breath that I didn't notice I've been holding. "—unless you get crushed by a wall or something. This thing's not gonna save you then."

Brody states. "So the harder the material, the harder it will be to carry out the spell. We'll be using steel today. Don't worry, it's the same focus and recitation process, just a different material. Since steel happens to be a particularly hard material, you will need more focus and precision to be able to mend it." He explains. He starts calling on us one by one and so far, only 5 students have successfully been able to mend the steel, and it took them roughly ten minutes to do so.

I took the sword out of the sheath and started nailing its sharpness with the help of big rock. Whenever the chiselled edge of sword get sharpen with the rock, a chiselling sound fills my ear and I went deeper and deeper in my thoughts. I didn't want Gulaab to get married so soon and that too so far. She might have behaved like that in anger but she wasn't angry. She was begging as if she wanted to get married as soon as possible with him. A long time passed since I was sharpening my sword and soon the sweat started to build on my body. And suddenly a sweet voice caught my attention.

In the region they rule, their word is the law. South Malfer is best known for its weapons production. From iron to steel, every lord in Malfer buys weapons from the four southern lords. Yet, even with huge investments in technology, human weapons cannot be compared to hardened elven silver. And while steel should cut silver without a problem because silver is a soft metal, that’s not the case. Something in the production of hardened silver makes it harder than steel. But the elves keep that secret well.

Their surface hardened, shifting into something far stronger than ordinary metal. Denser, sharper and unnatural. What stood before her now was no longer ordinary razor wire. It had transformed into something else entirely. Silver steel...thick. --- When the glow finally faded, silence returned. Slowly, cautiously, Ivy stepped closer. Her heart pounded harder with each step. She reached out and touched it. Cold. Solid. Unyielding. She leaned her back lightly against it, pressing just enough to test its strength. It didn't budge. Not even slightly.

Darek stumbled, caught himself, spun with a growl, and swung again. They traded blows, the world narrowing to impact and timing. Darek was stronger, now, than he’d been as a youth—thicker through the chest, strikes heavier. Kael was faster, more economical. He’d had to be. Being the pack’s sword meant learning to last as well as to cut. Between exchanges, words threaded through. “You talk about edges,” Kael said, ducking a hook and driving his elbow into Darek’s ribs. “Edges that never change? Steel like that shatters the first time the world hits it wrong.”

Suddenly, the golden metal in his hands suddenly emitted a golden light with the operation of the true energy. The golden glow flickered, carrying a crystal-clear splendor. It was as if there was a wave of water within it and did not appear to be eye-piercing. "Golden Darksteel, there's light in the true energy!" Vert Murray said in a trembling voice. Golden Darksteel was a kind of supreme material for refining weapons. It was rare. If a little bit of Golden Darksteel was added into it when forging weapon, it would be enough to upgrade the weapon's grade.

Beta Henry POV. Holding one of the hundreds of swords piled over the stone-carved table, I pulled it slowly towards the sparkling fire, sharpening the blade’s edge. The heat from the flames hit my skin, burning every hair it could reach. But then, I kept on focusing on my work, Because why not? I have gotten so used to pain, that little ones like this, doesn't get to me anymore. I sharpened the blade for some minutes, made sure it was now glittery like sunshine, with the tip as sharp as a surgeon's scalpel; enough to cut our enemies into pieces.