Chapter 75: 75 Mithril's Fine Sword

Beat the heated misrill and stretch thinly. It seems like it takes about two to three times longer than normal steel to stretch to the same length. However, I think that's Mithrill because there's no such thing as tissue unevenness that's bound to occur when it's steel. I appreciate being able to focus on stretching.

After that, it is easier to stretch the light ones. If you want to put it in the fire bed again and again, you've never crossed it lightly. That said, it feels like it's going to go bad as soon as you hit it in the wrong place, and if you don't make full use of the cheats to beat them so that the ends are thin so that the cross section becomes rhomboid when stretched, it's outrageous, so beating itself requires a lot of concentration.

Then there's nothing but time to work on it, but it's also fun because the sound when you tap it is so clear. The three of them seem to like this sound,

"It sounds beautiful."

"Sounds like an instrument."

"You liked Thermia and Rike. Neither do I."

I praise the sound on my mouth. Momentum, beating speed also increases. It also increased the speed at which it stretched just a little bit.

Even if I pinch lunch between them, I'm not done stretching them yet. Beat it further and stretch it.

"Aren't you tired?

That's what I asked the three of you because the work is going on all the time.

"No? Pretty fun to watch"

"I will learn this too...... And I've never seen Mithril forge in my parents' house."

"Yes, yes. The sound is beautiful, and I'm never tired of watching you tap it and stretch it a little bit."

The word of denial returns to the Three Kings.

"Right. That would be nice."

I shake the hammer down again missly. Eventually, the thickest plate, about 2.5 cm wide and about a meter long, with a rhomboid cross-section and a slightly thinner tip, was able to produce a mythrilled stick with a bar-shaped grip. The tip of the plate part becomes the cutting edge of the sword, so make adjustments so that it is slightly more tapped and sharp. This completes the basic form itself.

I suddenly put in the grinding from there. If it is steel, it will need to be quenched or quenched, but it is not needed for misrills. With adequate machining facilities and constant or better skill, I feel that it is suitable for mass production. If, in fact, the distribution of raw materials is not sufficient, and heating is cynical, so that computer control is possible, as in the previous world, it would still not be able to produce a bang in mass in this world, where civilization has not yet progressed that far to boulders.

I was anxious to grind it with a regular grinding wheel, but I can manage to grind it with cheat maximization. This was also conveyed from my fingertips the feeling that if the angle or something even slightly uneven, the blade would be damaged in one shot. Grind slowly so as not to cut the concentration, and put a blade on your torso.

Every time his body moves on the grinding wheel, a cool sound streams with Sharan, entertaining the tourists' ears. I was able to finally put on the blade after plenty of time by moving my body around like a sneak leg.

"All right, now you're ready."

"Can you swing it already?

Deanna tides her cheeks and asks.

"I'm not wrapped in leather on the grip, I'm not wearing a fist guard, but if you just shake it,"

"Can I try?

"It's dangerous to get out of the spoon, so get out there."

"Yeah, okay"

I give Deanna Mithril's fine sword.

"Wow, that's light."

"Sometimes they even say," Light as a feather, "but even if it's not that far, it's light as a stick cut compared to steel."

"Yeah, this lightness will make it quick."

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"I guess. Then let's go outside."

We went out with Zorro. Everyone's eyes shine uniformly. Naturally, I've never seen anything like Mithril before. I can't keep my excitement down.

First, Deanna waves Rapier with nothing. It's basically a move that moves back and forth, left and right, to roll out the poke. Because it's light, or it's poking quite sharply, but it doesn't look like it's going to fall out. Even though the speed of poking also makes a difference between short swords and rapiers, it looks considerably faster. It seemed as though he was dancing, and Thermia and Lique were in motion.

Rapier is a weapon that can also be "slashed," so he doesn't move it big enough to say "slashed away," but Deanna is also moving by weaving a slashing motion into a poking motion. This move also seems a lot faster than the usual time of archery.

"Because your weapon is light, you're moving a lot faster"

"I knew it? It kind of feels light on the body itself, and because the rapiers are light, it seems to consume less strength"

"I see."

You've never crossed a weapon lightly. Whatever the weight itself is the hammer of the weapon, the weapon to slash and poke doesn't need that much weight.

Then let's try it next time.

I prepared a target just to try and get the lumber up.

"Should I poke this?

"Yeah. Be careful you might fall."

"Okay."

Deanna stood up to poke her sword at her, breathing suddenly and vomiting slowly. Only the sound of the wind covers the area. When perhaps a few seconds of time felt more than a few minutes,

"Ha!"

The temper flashes, releasing a thrust as if it were pouring all of the power Deanna can have into Rapier.

Rapier buries his cuttings in the aimless lumber. I'm not making any noise. Looking from the side, it also looks like the lumber swallowed up Rapier. Deanna pulls out the rapier at an unbeatable rate when she releases the poke.

There's a hole in the shape of a Rapier's cut, and he tells us eloquently that what just seemed to pierce him wasn't "it just seemed so".

"This is... awesome... I barely responded"

"Doesn't feel the same as when I was letting my poke go where nothing was earlier?

"Right. It's pretty much the same."

"Then you're doing well. Give it to me."

When I received the Rapier from Deanna, I checked the tip part corrected and confirmed, but there was no distortion or blade spill. Now you can say you're done with your body.

But I came up with one thing. Returning Rapier to Deanna brings rope and sheet metal from the workplace. I put it on the lumber that made it earlier.

"Okay. Now try poking this guy"

"Yeah. Okay."

Deanna nods honestly, standing up again and now releasing a poke in a slightly easier way than just now. Chillin and light noises echo around, and there is still a hole in the shape of the cutting-edge of the rapier on the sheet metal made. Check the rapier again, but still no distortion, blade spill, or even scratches.

"This may have made something a little outrageous"

When I said that, the three people I watched nodded with a strange face.

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