The Great Swordsman of Fairy Tail World

In the days that followed, apart from his daily blacksmith work, he was almost closed for the rest of the day, and his withdrawn personality could not get along with his peers around him. Practice day after day.

Half a year later, the rough wooden sword had been replaced with an iron sword.

It was forged by spending months of his salary in the smithy to buy pig iron, while enduring the ridicule of the fat old man, forged under the puzzled gaze of Uncle Noah.

After all, in this era of magic, it is undoubtedly foolish to exchange all the money on your body for an iron sword that no one has any use.

“Drink!”

The pitch-black iron sword stabbed towards the tree ahead. Leave one sword mark after another.

“Drink!”

“Ding! Completed [Mission] ・Spike 1,000 times! Earn 0.03% XP! ”

“Ding! 【Jorakol Mihawk】Template, unlocked for 3.6%! Current Level: Getting Started! ”

After doing a thousand stabs, Shiraishi’s hand was completely unable to lift, and the soreness of his muscles had made him unable to hold the heavy sword in his hand, but he still relied on his inner will to force himself to slowly let go.

Call!

With a breath of relief, Shiraishi could barely feel his hands still there, but when he saw the experience he had gained, a bright smile appeared on his face.

Shiraishi’s eyes flickered, “Sure enough, it’s exactly as I expected.”

Everything is worth it, replacing the iron sword that is heavier than the wooden sword, the system task is improved, but the experience gained also increases.

Close your eyes and enter your spiritual world.

In the darkness, the phantom shadow appeared in the mind, the tip of the phantom sword trembled lightly, the silver cold light flew, the light filled the whole body, the phantom’s breathing became long and slow, the bones and muscles of the whole body were in a tight state, and in an instant, it was able to burst out with amazing power.

Hold the sword, stab out. Stabbing forward, time seemed to stop, but a little cold light on the tip of the sword still shone on the whole world, and no one could stop it.

“Is this a thorn…”

Shiraishi was completely immersed in the stunning light of the sword, blending into the blade.

Feel the movement of the other party’s sword swing, breathe deeply, empty all your thoughts, everything around you is gradually drifting away, but the inner beat of the body becomes clearer and roaring.

Shiraishi opened his eyes, his gaze was like two sword rays, so sharp that people couldn’t look directly.

Entering the sword, the momentum of the white stone continued to climb, and the aura around it became sharp, with the sharpness of piercing the golden cracked stone.

“Sting!”

Suddenly, as soon as Bai Shi’s footsteps came out, the sword blade quickly pierced out, and an extremely fast sword light pierced through the tree that had pierced a thousand times before and still did not fall, leaving a deep tree hole with just one blow.

“Finally got a little bit of realization.”

The improvement of swordsmanship has made Shiraishi’s heart more and more confident, and his comprehension and eyesight are several times that of before, and anyone standing in front of him can clearly find out the other party’s flaws.

In the past six months, Shiraishi has not known how many times he wielded the blade and lived a boring life, and finally let the inheritance of Hawkeye slowly approach 10%.

Moreover, the blacksmithing work in the blacksmith shop has made Shiraishi’s physical fitness also grow to the extreme, and the one-handed strength has exceeded 100 catties from the beginning.

…

The snowflakes in the sky are flying, leisurely and automatically, so pure and flawless. It was as if the whole world was enveloped in this breath. Shiraishi watched the few leaves reluctantly fall from the tree outside the window of the blacksmith shop, and hung this white patch.

Time kept passing, and half a year later, summer was over, and it was winter.

However, the work of the blacksmith did not stop because of the arrival of winter, and many people came to the blacksmithy to make various agricultural tools for the spring sowing of next year.

After everything was done, Shiraishi casually picked up the broken pig iron that had not yet been smelted in the blacksmith shop and threw it into the stove. The furnace was blazing, as if it could burn everything to ashes, and the red fire shone brightly, blazing hot.

Today, he wants to forge the iron sword in his hand again, the original iron sword is no longer able to meet his requirements, he needs a heavier sword to complete higher-level tasks and gain more experience points.

“Yo, the little devil is doing this again, don’t you want your salary this month?”

The fat old man with a fleshy face came out in front of Shiraishi again, looking at him with mocking eyes, sometimes Shiraishi had a little illusion, as long as he used the things of the blacksmith shop, the fat old man could always appear in the first time

“Boss, you can give me these scum.”

For the sword, Shiraishi does not have much requirements for the time being, so I am afraid that there is no blade, as long as there is enough weight, it is enough.

“Even if it’s scum, it’s my thing!”

After some arguments, in the end, Shiraishi still bowed down to the fat old man, and there was no way, not only him, but even other blacksmiths wanted to be able to pull a chicken feather out of his body.

“Phew!”

Shiraishi’s eyes were glued to the melting of the pig iron, and he took out the iron sword he had been using for almost three months from behind and threw it into the furnace

Forging a good sword is different from forging a good block, forging iron is to burn pig iron through the furnace fiercely red, soft and then repeatedly forged, casting a sword is to melt the iron block into iron slurry in a fierce fire, inject it into the model that has been prepared, solidify into a shape, and then after repeated beating gradually into a sword blade, and finally quench and then open the edge, a sword is made.

After Shiraishi threw the iron, he crouched down and pulled the large bellows, and the flame in the furnace rose instantly, and the broken iron and iron sword melted into molten iron under the hot flame, and under the operation of Shiraishi, it was injected into the long sword model, and the molten iron was red and shiny, as if it was magma, emitting a terrible high temperature, making Shiraishi sweat drenched.

Shiraishi stared at the iron slurry in the mold, watching the iron slurry solidify little by little, as soon as the time came, Shiraishi immediately took it out and rested it on the anvil, grabbed the hundred-pound iron hammer with his right hand, raised it high, and then hammered it down violently.

Then came the forging, the heavy hammer was beating the sword embryo, sparks were splashing, and black impurities were slowly falling.

The fat old man watched on the side, nodding secretly, although he didn’t want to admit it, but this kid in front of him did have enough talent for forging swords.

This is the second time that Baishi forges a sword, although it is still a little rusty, but the overall performance is better than the first time, especially his basic skills are very solid, and his mastery and application of strength are even more unique, and now Shiraishi even Noah is no longer able to compare with him, and this situation really makes the fat old man a little unexpected.

Under repeated beating, the sword embryo formed, and it was also completely solidified and quenched.

Quenching uses melted snow water, and the exact timing and angle of entry requires sharp eyesight, keen sense, and often rich experience.

In terms of eyesight, Shiraishi’s observation has been able to reach the nuance. In terms of feelings, under Noah’s teaching, Shiraishi is not bad, what he is bad is experience, forged experience again and again, which is what he needs.