A mysterious Blacksmith from legends has returned to modern time as a not a normal Spirit that is known... He is the Heroic Spirit: Muramasa Senji.
Muramasa is a Familia member of the goddess of Blacksmith Hephaestus.
A average swordsmith with the p...
The moon hung low, casting its pale glow over a small home within the eastern side of the Orario city and down the street of Hephaestus Familia base. The usual clang of steel and hammering was replaced by silence. Muramasa stood at his anvil, brow furrowed in concentration.
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The night was quiet, broken only by the crackle of embers. Muramasa's hands wavered as the metal resisted his skill. Each hammer strike and the blade began to fold into the way that this blacksmith wanted.
Hours passed as failed blades piled up, their flaws a reminder of his struggle. The forge, once a place of creation, now felt like a prison of unmet goal. The flawed swords seemed to mock him, he knew he can do better, he can do better...
He shouldn't over do it but he knew that he was so close but he was missing something... Was it a material? No. This sword that he sought to create doesn't need special material with magical property. The durability of the sword doesn't matter.
He knew in the end, the only missing material is not from the mortal realm, No... It belonged in the heavens upon, the place where Gods themselves come from....
This sword... Need's divinity and the skills that surpass the gods own power to form such a blade.
As dawn painted the sky, Muramasa returned to his anvil as gradually, the steel obeyed, bending to his skill but with the hours he put in for each sword but before he knew, the sun rose.
Muramasa: ...
A knock on the door signaled its opening, revealing Hephaestus stepping into the room. She glanced around, her expression calm and unsurprised.
Hephaestus: You've been at the forge all night again, haven't you?
Muramasa nodded, his sharp gaze lingering on the pile of unfinished weapons before him.
Muramasa: Yeah, couldn't leave things half-done. Picked up some Adamantite core from the 25th Floor... Good stuff, but I'm savin' it for emergencies. Wasn't enough, though, so I had to grab some of that Dir Adamantite from the safety ground merchants.
He paused, his voice taking on a thoughtful edge.
Hephaestus: The Water City, huh? Going solo is still dangerous, Senji.
His goddess crouched down to inspect the blades, letting out a soft sigh as she ran her fingers over the steel.
Hephaestus: Senji, one of these blades is already more refined and deadly than what most smiths in my Familia could dream of making.
Setting the blade aside, she straightened up, resting her hands on her hips.
Hephaestus: Are you planning to do anything today besides smithing?
Muramasa leaned back slightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
