Inferior Magic Swordsman: Using the Skill Board to Become the Strongest

"Hey, Tor. What the hell are you doing?

"I was wondering if maybe I could manage this sword..."

"Was Thor an artisan in the original world?

"Um, well, that's the place?

Estelle asks, but the permeation clamped vaguely.

Toru was just a salarier in Japan, but even if he revealed it, Estelle would just be confused.

Also, she can't reveal that she has skills.

Why have you just come to Aalgard and you have skills? Because even if asked, you have to start with a description of the skillboard.

"That's right. It's Estelle's new weapon, but I'm going to hit the weapon, and if it works, I'm going to use it.

"Oh, is Tor going to make it! That's good."

Estelle had a full grin on the offer of permeation.

She never seemed to think that permeation would produce a hell of a crude product.

"I'm thrilled to be a swordsman and have a second sword, and suddenly I can be custom-made"

"That's an exaggeration. I'm sure it's not that good."

Materials and shapes have little freedom in ester.

I must be disappointed to expect it, so the permeation kept the nail just in case.

"Ooh."

The permeation passed through the blacksmith exhaled with admiration at the much "raggedness" in it.

The first thing that caught Tor's eye after entering the stone blacksmith was a small furnace on the wall. Small for a furnace, but not a problem for carrying out a blacksmith.

Above that furnace is inscribed the holy seal of Alphas, the god of technology.

In front of the furnace there is a bamboo (fudge) and gold floor, and the walls are beautifully sprayed with gavels and gavels.

In addition to the firebuckwheat and teco bars, tools that were not known by the penetration were neatly arranged there.

"... So, what do we do?

"Ah, yes."

Simon asks, and the permeation comes forward.

There was still fire in the furnace. The fever warms your body all at once.

The heat in front of the furnace caused sweat to erupt on my forehead.

"Mr. Simon. I will buy this, can I put it in the furnace?

"Be my guest."

"Thank you"

The permeation held the distorted dagger by fire and burst into the furnace.

Raise the temperature of the furnace while sending the wind with X.

But the dagger never turned red.

(Naturally)

Simon insisted as he watched Thor work.

This Mithril dagger is what Simon has failed by challenging him to plastic surgery over and over again.

This dagger did not dissolve no matter how much the furnace temperature was raised.

Even at temperatures that melt if it's a normal misrill.

I would never have seen it if I hadn't heard of it, such as such a misrill.

I tried various methods to shape this misrill, but in Simon it was best to take the form of a distorted dagger.

(Forge can be done there, but, well, I guess not.)

Simon could see from Thor's gesture with his dagger in the furnace that he was "quite skilled."

Simon was getting high that he would still not be able to melt this special misrill.

However,

"... oh, I see. Is this what I should do?"

It was then that Thor moved his hand slightly.

Mithrills that aren't supposed to turn red will stain all over the red!

"Become!?"

Simon peeled his eyes at the sudden change.

I've been a blacksmith for over a hundred years. I have produced a number of weapons so far.

Any job, I've done it perfectly.

Isn't that the only special misthrilling that Simon gave up being processed at the hands of a pompous boy!

Where the misrill turned bright red, Thor took out the misrill and started hitting it with a gavel.

Khan, Khan, Khan.

That rhythmic sound is definite arm proof left.

Khan, Khan, Khan.

By the boy's hand, the dagger becomes deformed.

The sight awakened Simon's previously asleep, rolling enthusiasm as a young man.

"Boy, how the hell are you processing this!?"

"I don't know..."

When the permeator put the dagger in the furnace again, he asked with the kind of momentum that Simon would punch in.

With a deep fright, Permea stared at hand.

"Mithril has a great flow of magic, so I wondered if I could do something about it with magic."

The dagger was heated with "ignition" according to the flame of the furnace.

If the magic power transmission is good, isn't it easy to transmit the heat of [ignition]? Because I thought so.

The idea was right.

As soon as "Ignition" was used, Mithril's dagger stained red.

Of course, not only because of [ignition].

Permeation continued to rotate air in the furnace in order to manipulate a very small "air cutter" beside "ignition" and retain the heat inside trying to escape outside.

"Not really, kid! Where did you hear that Mithrills are prone to magic?

"What, where..."

"Mithrill is a versatile material that prevents magic, right? If it's easy to pass the magic through, even if it's a weapon, the elementary monster won't cut off, and the guy wearing it in one shot will turn off the charcoal."

"... eh?

Permea looked at Estelle as she tilted her neck.

With a permeable gaze, Estelle nods deeply.

Apparently, the classic "Mithril is prone to magic" was different from Aalgard's common sense.

Simon is absolutely right.

If Mithril is prone to witchcraft, he will finish his protective gear that is vulnerable to magic attacks.

There are others who would appreciate wearing such dangerous protective equipment.

"Then why is this misrill so easy to pass through magic..."

"Huh, what is this misrill, magic passed!?"

"Eh, ah, yes. You've got a pretty smooth flow of magic."

"... doesn't that mean maybe Mithril has spirit-crystallized!?"

"Spirit crystals, you know?

"Oh...... dude, your hands are stopping!

"Ah, yes."

Simon rushes me, and the osmosis rushes to remove the dagger from the furnace and form it with a gavel.

"Mithrills alone are rare materials, but I guess that has stained the power of the Spirit over the years, making it easier for magic to pass through"

Penetration concentrated on refining the dagger as Simon continued his discussion.

The dagger had a thick blade. Slowly, I pull this off as I fold.

How thin can it be? The feeling of hammering tells us to penetrate.

Permeation still cleared his ears to the sound of the gavel, believing in his aesthetic taste and < blacksmith > skills.

Ten degrees to fold back the misrill.

A blade of misthrills in 1024 layers was extended to the thinness that makes the most of its hardness.

Transverse imagined the legendary Sword Excalibur.

The cross section was not diamond-shaped, a common Western sword, but processed to become hexagonal.

Complete with a groove with a pattern and a nail hole.

Hence, the concentration of permeability was plumped out.

"... Phew"

Permea looked seriously at the longsword she had formed herself and stretched it much larger.

The long sword was made of 100 points.

It makes me wonder if it would be a good 200 points to add to what I made the first time and what I could make as I imagined.

"And then grind, grind, grip..."

I think I can make a few a day when I get used to it, but this was the limit of today's penetration.

That should be it, too. Transmission has been walking around the vast Finris in the morning, cleaning the Church of Naisis. No more is overwork.

"Thor, you're amazing. I didn't expect you to make that dagger long in no time."

"No, no, not as normal as this?

This is the job of the inferior who just acquired the skills. Permeability thinks that a normal Algardian with skills would be able to do more work.

In contrast, Simon heard in Thor's remarks the sound of something hanging up as "butibutchi".

Thor's work was top-notch, even from Simon's eyes.

I worked out for 100 years < Blacksmith LV5 >, the same as Simon with a high level of skill, or so much more as a hammer.

That's normal......

If other craftsmen heard the word, they would either blow bubbles and get mad or quit craftsmanship.

(Half of me isn't alive, kid, I'm gonna blow it!

Critical and Simon rattle their back teeth.

It wasn't Simon who could keep his mouth shut, not being told so far, not being hit.

"Ooh kid. Keep that sword with me!

"What?"

"I'll take the rest of the job. I'm on it. Build a shovel, grip, and sheath. And let them do the grinding!

"Wow, I get it"

Forced by an awesome sword screen, the transmission nodded reflexively.

But they're professional craftsmen.

If I leave the rest of the job to you, I get the anxiety that a few fees will be charged.

"Um, how much is that job?

"It doesn't matter for free."

"No, but..."

"Just let me do it for free!

"Uh."

"Kid wants money!? Then I'll give you one or two gold coins!

"Yes, no, thank you, Smitty! Please do the rest of the work!!"

Instead of paying to entrust the rest of the job, the penetration, which was about to be paid the other way around, hastily turned down the offer.

(What the hell happened to you?

Permeation felt some anxiety about Simon staring at his former dagger, which had become a snotty, long sword.

But Estelle says Simon is a leading blacksmith.

There must be something better left to him to finish than permeation does the rest too.

"Then I'll leave the rest to Mr. Simon. When will you finish?

"Tomorrow."

"What, so soon!?"

"Oh. Don't worry. I'll do everything I can to finish this soul that the boy has trained."

"Yes, thank you."

Simon's hot words struck the penetrator in the chest.

He bowed his head deeply, and Shimon's shop resigned.

How the hell do you finish it?

I can't stop getting excited right now.