Steel Sharpens Steel Meaning の小説・ストーリー

“With a punch like that, I'd say Strike or Striker.” “Yeah, I like that. We haven’t had a Striker in a while,” Steel says, turning to grin at Yorick. “Striker it is.” “I can guess how you got a name like Raptor, but how did you get Steel?” I ask him. “I took five bullets and still didn’t go down,” he says proudly. “Five silver bullets and Steel is short for Man of Steel. Superman was too long, so it got shortened to Steel,” Raptor says, obviously proud of his mentor.

“What’s The Ring?” “It’s a place where we go to settle our disagreements,” Steel calmly replied, before leveling Knives with a hard glare. “With our fists.” Oh! Now that’s more like it! I quickly turned to Knives. “Deal!” The room fell silent, and Knives kept blinking at me as if I’d just offered to grow him horns. Or worse, make him do my paperwork for a month! “What?” he gulped, as if he’d somehow just managed to land himself in more shit than he was in before. Hell, even Steel looked furious, but wisely chose to stay out of it.

They obeyed, trembling, whimpering, and stumbling over each other as they sank into their chairs. One by one, Lupercus strapped them in with thick silver cuffs on their wrists and ankles. "Gross," he muttered. "Y'all smell like a septic tank fucked a corpse." He took the seat across from me with a little sigh, folding one leg over the other like we were about to have afternoon tea. I picked up a Thornsteel knife. Using a silver-coated knife would be a mercy, they would heal, albeit painfully, but Thornsteel? Its metallic tendrils burrow into flesh and hook into the nervous system. It physically connects to the pain centers and pulses with agony. It's not something everyone knew, just the roy

It only needed to be. La Paloma had been a massacre. The blood had dried fast, crusting against the ridges of the handle, settling in the fine lines of the steel. It took effort to wipe it away completely. A kill wasn’t finished until the weapon was ready for its next one. I moved to the next knife, then the next, until each one sat before me, shining like they had never been used. That was when I reached for the sharpening stone. A clean blade was one thing. A sharp one was another.

It was so loud that it sounded like a piece of steel exploded on the ground, and it could easily frighten anyone. Naturally, there was no need to say more about its sharpness. Now that it was an eighth-grade sharp weapon, piercing through a steel plate as thick as a palm was as easy as stabbing through a piece of paper. Moreover, after the forging, a deep blood groove appeared on both sides of the blade. That way, no matter if the enemy were stabbed or scratched, they would bleed furiously in an instant. "Now that the Blazing Spear is done with its forging, my strength is redoubled." Caspian carefully enjoyed the upgraded Blazing Spear, and he felt satisfied and happy. After all, that was th

Not that its challenging. I enjoy the quiet of my room as I start in on my knives. The Tungsten steel alloy of the blades gleams in my eyes as I cherish the reflects. The sharpest part of the blade gleams a bright yellow where I infused it with my scales. I sharpen it against another just like it and the sound is music to my ears. Sparks fly between the blades as they clash.

Steel racks gleam under low light. Blades hum softly, enchanted edges I take two swords. Not because I need them. Because they keep my hands busy. The first strike cracks the air. The second shatters a practice dummy clean in half. I move faster. Harder. No restraint. Every swing is an apology I won’t say. Every parry is a memory I don’t let surface. Sweat stings my eyes. Blood slicks my palms. The pain anchors me, keeps me from thinking about the way Aiden’s voice sounded when he said my name like it meant home.

STEEL The door slammed shut behind us, and the air between us grew tight. I could hear her breathing hard, fast, broken — and it stoked the flames that'd been burning since I spotted her on his arm tonight. I closed the distance in two strides, every muscle tensed, every thought focused on her. She tried to stand up straight, chin high, but her hands trembled where she held her clutch. "Steel—" she started. I cut her off with a snarl. "Shut up, Sin." Her lips parted in surprise, and shock passed over her face, but she didn't move. She never moved when I talked that way. "You know what it did to me," I growled, my fist slamming into the wall beside her head. She winced but didn't back away. "

The steel is dulled for practice but still heavy enough to bruise if someone swings like an idiot. We circle each other slowly. “Thought you’d be busy with council work,” Micah comments, rotating the blade between his fingers. “I make time when it matters,” I answer. A short laugh escapes him. “So this is a lesson.” “Call it whatever you want.” He doesn’t waste another second. Micah lunges first, blade cutting through the air toward my shoulder with enough force that I have to shift my weight and block the strike. Steel scrapes loudly when our weapons connect, the vibration running up my arm.

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.