"He's just smashing ice with a hamr, what's the point?" Ralph could sense the cold energy from the ice but he was not sure why this was so important. However, when he felt a heavy fist puck him in the side and send him to the wall of tools, he was stunned.
"Brat, you say another word to distract and you beco fuel for my forge fires!" The blacksmith got even closer and watched Clark channeling his energy. The thod was ludicrous. No blacksmith would ever channel all of their internal energy in to their hands.
The normal thod for blacksmithing was wide and varied. So blacksmiths learned to use their internal energy to add to the flas, the tools, or just in general, the air. Others used the energy of their beasts. That was the most common usage of energy. Clark had forged a little but not to a real degree. His thod had just been to give guidance to a real blacksmith that used their beasts' energy.
That was how he had gotten his black needles. The hidden weapon he had been holding on to as a sneak attack if need be.
Now, Clark's hits with the hamr had flattened the eternal ice. It still had the sa icy energy leaving it, but it was not in the sa form. It was flat and beginning to beco slender. This was what the blacksmith watching felt to be impossible. So kid had walked in and known about his ice and how to shape it. But what was even more shocking was that Clark was changing technique.
The knowledge that Clark had gained from the the system's gocha ticket was the knowledge related to the eternal ice forging. It was specific to that, however, that did not an that Clark's body knew it too, just his mind. Therefore, Clark was altering how he used his skills. He was more or less teaching himself.
With every hit, Clark critiqued himself. For anyone else watching, it was as if they were watching soone having an epiphany. Clark was constantly improving and changing with every swing. Becoming more like a master of the trade. Becoming better and better. No one would realize that Clark would never have picked up this forge hamr to forge eternal ice before.
The sword shape that the ice began to take was the exact duplicate of one hanging near the forge. Clark had seen it on the wall and used the system to analyze it. He had enjoyed the shape because it reminded him from a ga in his past life. It was a little mory. Clark would always struggle to grasp his mories from his previous life until monts like this.
He often wondered if he just kept his maturity and was losing his actual mories. Not that it would be a problem. He had a new life.
'Fallen sword- rare
The fallen sword is the best creation of the battle blacksmith known by the nickna; blood forger. The nickna ca from the fact that he once quenched a blade he forged in the enemy's blood due to the lack of proper materials in a battle against a monster hoard.
The blade is a one handed weapon with a slight curve focusing on the sharpness and cutting of the blade. This weapon was made without a single rune but instead with a secret tal strengthening technique. It can withstand even a two handed sword with runes on it in battle.
The quality of the craftsmanship brings it to a rare level even though it is not wielded any longer by the owner that it was given it by the blood forger. The blood forger has long remained reclusive due to their new obsession with eternal ice. This sword has failed to cut eternal ice seven hundred and eighty five tis. It has a slight ice type energy within its blade now.'
The information was odd. Clark had learned a little about the blacksmith before him. He had also learned about the person who had once wielded this sword. The style was definitely perfect for one handed combat. It would let the user remain agile in a battle giving them an edge over others.
It was also the frost sword that Clark had seen and actually liked, looking at it made him understand why there were so many people hyper focused on swords in this world. While Clark had chosen the spear to break away from the norm, he believed that he finally had a small reason to learn a little about the sword.
His hand brought the hamr down again. This ti, the energy in his body burst out and flowed in to the hamr for the first ti. It didn't wrap the hamr but acted as an injection. Clark's energy spread in to the eternal ice causing it to glow with a blue hue. The ice type energies within the eternal ice beca very active.
The external ice was unique. Its energy was extrely con den sed and impossible to manipulate for most people. That was why it was unable to even be absorbed by ice type beasts unless they were also unique. Not that anyone knew this.
Clark had activated all this energy and the ice type energies that were able to be absorbed were released. The appearance of the eternal ice changed leaving a pure blue ice sword in Clark's grasp. But he was not finished. He imdiately began using his hands and small tools to sharpen and create the handle from the ice itself. Not a single piece fell away. Clark had kept the ice whole the entire ti.
"How can there….why is it not broken? It should be broken after that. It lost so much energy. My forge even died down." The blood forger blacksmith was losing his mind. He couldn't help but mutter constantly.
anwhile, Isa let her ice maiden out of her taming space. The burst of ice energy was exactly what it needed. The ice energies rged with its body bringing about a lot of strange changes. The ice type energy the eternal ice had released was what had been attracted to it for years due to its unique energy that could not dissipate. That made the ice type energy extrely condensed.
The perfect super food for an ice type beast.
Now the ice maiden was using that dense energy to change its body and harden itself. The dress that had been sowhat clear beca solid. There was a wreath of ice flowers forming on its head. All the while, the features of a pale woman started to take shape. Even snow covered so places where skin would be. The change was dramatic but made complete sense.
The ice maiden had stored energy to condense its body even more, Clark had just given it the perfect opportunity and Isa sensed this over everything.
"Last hit!" Clark slamd down one of the hamrs against the handle he had just made from the end of the blade. It had been hit to flatten the bottom and make it perfectly in line with the other sword he watched.
"I wasn't sure how that would go, but that was worth it. Jerold might have just found a good place." Clark didn't hold back. He was very glad that Jerold had proved useful. This would go a long way to letting Clark relax and little around him.
"So, blood forger, what do you think? Did I copy your masterpiece well enough?" Clark looked at the blade he had made and saw the information displayed by the system.
'Eternal fallen sword- ultra rare
The eternal fallen sword is an exact copy in form from a weapon made by blood forger; a legendary blacksmith of the battlefield. The material was eternal ice which gave a massive ice affinity to the blade. Anyone that uses it can slowly learn to manipulate the ice energy and attack with it. However, there are many other things that can be done with it.
Unfortunately, magic runes have not been carved in this sword as of yet.
Based on the user, if they master enough of this sword, they can cause an area of ice to cover the direct space they battle. This blade can also cause opponents frostbite and ice build up in battle. Their very blood can be frozen.
If the user of this blade studies a proper sword style, they can potentially use even more ice type energy to attack. It all depends on the user. This blade can only be held by those who can manipulate and mold the eternal ice. It would prove to be a killer to those without it….'
Much more information was present but Clark couldn't take the ti to read it all. The man he had just spoken to as blood forger had stopped and begun to glare at him. "Sorry, I know that's a nickna. When I saw that sword I rembered it from a book I read. Soone I know heard you trying to forge this ice and I ca. I learned a lot about eternal ice and wanted to try out the technique I read.
I had sowhat of an enlightennt when I started working." Clark made this all up on the spot. But it appeared to be enough.
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