Tamura Hiroshi did not linger long in his thoughts before pulling the young maiden back into his arms to sleep, and he began forging swords the next day.
We should succeed!
Gazing at the glowing red blade of the little Meow inside the special furnace, Tamura Hiroshi took a deep breath, pulled out the two blade sections, and quickly brushed away the oxide layers on top with a wire brush before overlapping and forging them together.
A blade formed through such overlapping forge-welding could only be repaired by further overlapping and forge-welding; welding simply would not work, nor would casting.
It inherently fused rigid and flexible materials through overlapping forge-welding to acquire both rigid and flexible characteristics.
Those two raw materials could not be fused by melting; otherwise, the resulting molecular structure would lose the hardness and toughness of both, ultimately becoming a piece of scrap metal.
Material alloys capable of achieving perfect strength and toughness through melting and fusion were ultimately scarce, so the twice-broken little Meow could only be fused through this sort of folded forging.
The previous thousand-fold folding was already the limit of the material, and a further fold carried a high probability of failure.
However, having now comprehended the Unity of Man and Sword, he could temporarily infuse his own sword intent into the blade body to temporarily enhance the material's properties, which should allow it to endure further folded forging.
Bare-chested, Tamura Hiroshi swung his hammer to rapidly forge the metal, quickly fusing the two blade sections into a single piece of material, which he then hammered out to lengthen and reshape back into a blank blade.
Finally, he switched to a smaller hammer to forge the edge and fine-tune the shape; for instance, the curve of the blade needed to be hammered out