Clang—
Mshihah raised the heavy hammer and brought it down hard on Menchi's two sashimi knives. Menchi winced at the sight and squeezed her eyes shut.
Clang—
The hammer fell. There was no clash of fire and cold water, but sparks of Nen Energy flew everywhere!
My knives aren't going to break from this, are they? Menchi thought anxiously.
Fortunately, her Nen was on the knives, and Mshihah's skill was second to none. Naturally, what Menchi feared didn't happen.
Clang—
Mshihah struck the sashimi knives once more with the heavy hammer.
He wasn't simply hammering them. Whenever he raised the hammer, the strange writing covering the walls and floor of the stone house lit up, activating like some kind of magic circle.
They were like countless hands made of Nen Energy, continuously drawing elemental power from the Alchemy Plant, then scattering it over the sashimi knives.
The coordination between those hammer blows and the hands of Nen Energy was Mshihah's "Ultimate of a Thousand Refinements."
The writing etched into the walls and floor, resembling a magic circle, was the "craft" Dong had left behind.
Mshihah's lineage had learned how to use this "Enchantment Text."
The burly Moose Centaur hefted the hammer and worked with focused attention, paying no heed to the others' reactions.
Ging folded his arms over his chest and leaned toward Gelman, speaking in a low voice. "Truth is, this still falls within the scope of Nen ability."
"Mm."
"You figured that out too?"
"Mm." Gelman nodded. "I'd had a similar thought before. Dong's Nen ability probably has something to do with 'writing' and 'patterns.'"
"That's what I thought, too."
Ging rubbed his stubbled chin. "We've found the source of 'Enchantment,' but it'll be hard to replicate."
"These characters aren't something you can simply copy or move elsewhere