Demon Slayer: Great Swordmaster System at the Start, My Master is Tsugikuni

No matter how much the Scribe added fuel, or how fiercely the flames burned, the Scarlet Scarlet Sand Iron remained unchanged.

Looking at the chunks of red jelly before him, the Scribe couldn't help but frown.

Melting and forging the Scarlet Scarlet Sand Iron into a single piece was one of the most difficult steps in the entire forging process.

Tie He trusted the Scribe enough to hand over this part to him.

This was difficult.

His brows were so tightly furrowed that the Scribe didn't even notice he had bitten his lip.

A trickle of blood ran down his lip and dripped slowly.

Unlike the sweat before, this drop of blood successfully landed on the Scarlet Scarlet Sand Iron.

The moment it made contact, the blood seemed to be absorbed, melting into the metal.

Though it was brief, the Scribe noticed a change in the Scarlet Scarlet Sand Iron.

It seemed to have melted a little?

Seeing signs of slight liquefaction at the bottom, an idea formed in the Scribe's mind.

Could it be that blood containing the energy of Sun Breathing could promote its liquefaction?

Without hesitation, the Scribe placed a piece of iron on the furnace.

Before long, the iron piece was glowing red from the vigorous flames.

To the astonished eyes of Tie He and the others, the Scribe picked up the hot iron and sliced his wrist.

A large amount of blood gushed from the wound, pouring onto the Scarlet Scarlet Sand Iron below as if it were free.

Watching his own blood drip, the Scribe felt a strange sensation.

It was as if he had become a cult leader, performing a blood sacrifice ritual.

"Scribe, you..."

Tie He, seeing this, quickly moved to stop him.

But when he saw the determined expression on the Scribe's face, the steps he had taken were slowly retracted.

Picking up the large hammer again, Tie He swung it while shouting.

"Hey, Scribe kid, you okay?"

His face was a little pale, but the Scribe's mind was exceptionally clear.

"Don't worry, I won't die."

When he saw that enough blood had flowed, the Scribe directly pressed the hot iron against the wound.

The pain of the burning flesh instantly spread throughout his body, but the Scribe gritted his teeth and managed not to cry out.

"What a strong fellow."

Tie He took in everything that had happened from the corner of his eye, unable to help but admire him.

"Hey, you guys, don't forget your jobs!"

With a loud shout, Tie He used his rough voice to snap Jin Shushu and the others, who had been staring blankly, back to work.

"Rather than worrying about his body, what you should be doing now is completing your own work!"

Awakened, Jin Shushu and the others returned to their tasks, and the forging continued.

With the help of his own blood, the Scarlet Scarlet Sand Iron successfully melted into liquid.

Soon, all the Scarlet Scarlet Sand Iron had melted together.

The liquid was poured into a mold and set aside for temporary cooling.

Just as the Scribe thought everything was over, a cry of alarm came from beside him.

"Tie Ke, what's wrong with you!"

Turning his head, he saw that a man named Tie Ke had fainted on the ground at some point.

As he fell, a half-forged raw iron bar also fell from the forging table, heading directly for his head.

Perhaps in the next moment, Tie Ke's skull would be crushed into pulp!

Chapter 25: Peerless Blade, Crimson Blade

"Tie Ke!"

Watching the raw iron fall, Tie He roared and was about to drop his tools to save him.

But in this moment of life and death, a few meters felt like the distance between heaven and earth.

After taking just two steps, Tie He knew it was too late.

Closing his eyes, he couldn't bear to witness the scene of his nephew's head being smashed.

"Whoosh!"

The stuffy room suddenly felt like it was being swept by a strong wind, and a whistling sound reached the ears of Jin Shushu and the others.

It's the Scribe!

He kicked the raw iron aside with one foot.

The Scribe saved Tie Ke, who had fainted, during the crisis!

Opening his eyes, Tie He discovered that Tie Ke was not dead; instead, the Scribe had rescued him.

"Scribe, thank you."

Just as he was about to express his gratitude, the Scribe interrupted Tie He.

"Now is not the time for these words. We can talk after the forging is finished."

After a brief examination of Tie Ke's body, the Scribe found that he had only fainted due to excessive exhaustion.

"He's fine. He just used too much stamina and energy forging the blade."

"Leave his unfinished work to me. You can all rest assured and hand over the rest."

With just a few simple sentences, the Scribe successfully eased everyone's tense emotions.

A heavy weight finally lifted from his heart, Tie He let out a long breath and shouted.

"Of course!"

"Young men, let the Scribe show you the abilities of us blacksmiths!"

The other blacksmiths responded in kind and threw themselves back into the forging work.

After placing Tie Ke in a cooler spot, the Scribe stood at his forging station.

With a simple observation, the Scribe understood Tie Ke's task.

Unlike his own previous work, Tie Ke's job was to smelt and forge the raw iron into refined iron.

This was the so-called purification process.

This task was relatively simple but required the worker to have ample stamina and energy.

For ordinary people, this task would be quite troublesome.

But for the Scribe, it was merely a matter of mechanically swinging a large hammer.

Choosing the largest hammer, the Scribe began the purification work.

The clang of metal, the crackling of flames, the heavy breaths of the blacksmiths.

These three sounds intertwined, becoming the main melody in the room.

Time slowly passed, and the forging work drew closer to its end.

"Here, this is the last piece."

After handing the final piece of material to the Scribe, Jin Shushu, utterly exhausted, collapsed onto the ground.

He found it hard to imagine that this child, who looked no older than eight, possessed more stamina than them.

Not only had he completed two tasks, but he had also persevered until now.

"Thank you."

Nodding, the Scribe placed the last piece of material into the mold.

The only ones left who could persevere were himself and Tie He.

Seeing these top-tier blacksmiths so exhausted showed the difficulty of this project.

And the more difficult it was, the more the Scribe looked forward to the finished blade.

Raising his hammer high, the Scribe and Tie He began the final forging.

Clang, clang, clang!

One strike after another, the hammer continuously struck, shaping the object in the mold towards its final form.

One, two, three...

After countless swings, Tie He finally collapsed as well.

He was only human. Even with great stamina, he couldn't compare to the Scribe, who possessed Sun Breathing.

In the room, only the Scribe continued to hammer away.

Slumped on the floor, Tie He's chest heaved.

He knew his mission was over.

From now on, it was up to the Scribe.

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...

After yet more countless swings, the Scribe's stamina was long gone.

But even so, he persisted.

If the forging process stopped midway, it would most likely cause irreversible damage.

It could even lead to complete failure!

Gritting his teeth, the Scribe didn't even notice that his gums were bleeding from how hard he was biting down.

Just one more, the final blow!

Raising the hammer once more, the Scribe used the last of his strength and brought it down with a mighty swing!

A crisp clanging sound echoed, followed by the sound of the hammer shattering.

After countless swings, this hammer had reached its end.

But, the sword forging was complete.

Looking at the final product before him, a smile appeared on the Scribe's tired face.

Quick, put it in the cooling water!

Tie He, standing beside him, was also impatient and urged the Scribe to proceed with the cooling.

Holding it with tongs, the Scribe carefully walked over to the trough of cold water.

Sizzle~

The moment it made contact, mist billowed out, filling the entire room.

Unable to stand the humid heat in the air, Jin Shushu and the others, along with Tie He, opened the door and fled outside.

Cough, cough, so much steam.