The metal block transformed into a larger, fiery red, molten metal mass. Vic then followed the same method, melting all nine metal blocks together.
The total volume of the nine metal pieces was already quite large. The scene left the people on the warship dumbfounded: the reddish-brown metal mass, in a state of near melting, the intense heat distorting the air, and the rising white steam.
All of this happened slowly in Vic's ordinary hands, but it was a strange sight of turning the mundane into the miraculous. The other marines on duty who gathered around didn't dare to breathe, for fear of disturbing Vic.
Even Garp stopped eating the senbei and stared intently at Vic's actions. He could tell at a glance that Vic had used the Rumble-Rumble Fruit's power, not because he was knowledgeable, but because this was the most reasonable explanation.
Ordinary people can't do this; even strong Haki is useless. That's the magic of Devil Fruit users. Sometimes even Garp envies those amazing abilities. But eating Devil Fruit creates a weakness, which is something he doesn't want.
Vic used the power of lightning to heat the metals together and then evenly distributed all the metals in the required proportions for forging the sword throughout the metal sphere.
Furthermore, by utilizing the power of lightning to influence the internal electrons of metal atoms, the electrons within the entire metal are arranged according to the user's wishes, maximizing the properties of these ordinary metals when combined!
While it doesn't quite reach the quality level of Grade Swords, it's not far off. This is the biggest change Vic has made to the metal material based on his professional knowledge from his previous life.
"Can someone get me a large plank of wood?" Vic said softly with his eyes closed, but the deck was extremely quiet, everyone watching Vic's performance, so they all heard him clearly.
Upon hearing Vic speak, some marines quickly went to the ship's storage compartment to fetch planks, a common material for repairing warships, which were always provided on board.
Especially for large warships like the Dog-Head Warship, the planks used for repairs are large and thick. The marine struggled to retrieve a two-meter square plank from the warehouse, and then Barnett and Frodeku took it and placed it directly in front of Vic, who was sitting cross-legged.
Once the plank was in place, Vic started moving again. After his right hand detached from the metal sphere, he swung his palm across the surface of the large sphere, causing a small piece to slide off, which Vic caught with his right hand.
Then, Vic grabbed the small piece of metal with his right hand and flung it outwards. Like the baton he used in his previous life, the metal block transformed from a block into a long strip. After two seconds of adjustment and shaping, the metal strip had become a jet-black longsword, only without a handguard.
Now everyone who came to watch the spectacle knew that Vic was forging swords, but they had never heard of such a method before; it was too amazing!
Apart from Rebecca, no one else knew that Vic was forging a special flying sword, because the hilts of swords were added later, and they didn't notice anything unusual.
Only Garp noticed that the flying sword Vic was holding in his right hand also had a pointed end, meaning that both ends of the sword could be used as points. The only difference was that the width of the two ends of the longsword was slightly different, with the end that Vic was holding being narrower.
This is something that shouldn't happen when forging swords. To prevent swords from slipping out of your hand, there's usually a large obstruction at the end of the hilt. This left Garp wondering what kind of sword Vic was forging. However, he quietly watched Vic's actions, because Vic's own two swords were made according to his own ideas, and he already knew that Vic's ideas were somewhat Stronger.
After adjusting his longsword, Vic threw it directly into the thick wooden board. The board, scorched by the high temperature of the flying sword, began to carbonize and smoke.
Next, Vic began repeating the process until all the metal balls were used up. There were now about thirty black sword blanks on the wooden board, which were also scorched black by the heat of these sword blanks.
Flames rose from several places, and to everyone else, these dark, strip-shaped objects were sword blanks—sword blanks without hilts or guards. They were all puzzled as to why Vic was making so many; were they intended to distribute them to the people on the warship?
But in Vic's view, these jet-black longswords were just one step away from transforming into true flying swords. The gradually narrowing shape from head to tail was what a flying sword should look like. Those with handguards and hilts were just fancy decorations and completely lost the lethality and practicality of a flying sword.
Vic stood up, glanced at the sword blank on the wooden board, and pointed with his finger. Instantly, streaks of Inazuma shot out from his fingertip and wrapped around the sword blank on the wooden board.
A ring of black metal shavings rippled across the black sword blank's surface. All the flying swords slid out of the wooden planks and fell onto the deck due to the carbonization of the planks and the shedding of debris.
The flying sword was now as smooth as a mirror, gleaming with a silvery metallic sheen under the sun, reflecting the faces of Barnett and Frodeku, who were standing beside it, leaning against the wooden plank.
Vic's method is faster than direct polishing and does not damage the blade, preserving the strength that Vic originally designed to maintain to the greatest extent.
"Don't touch them yet, wait until they cool down."
Seeing Rebecca's eager expression as she tried to touch it, Vic reminded her that although the flying sword had cooled down somewhat, it was still not something Rebecca could touch with her bare hands.
" Vic! Why don't you just put it in water to cool it down? Wouldn't that be faster?" Rebecca was a little impatient, so she directly suggested that Vic put it in water to cool it down quickly. Indeed, this is a common practice in sword forging.
"Others do use methods like directly immersing their swords in liquids to increase strength, but that's for them. I can't do that with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit power I use to forge a sword. Not only would it not increase strength, it would also damage the structure I designed. It would be a losing proposition. Let's wait and see; the thing is there and it's not going to run away."
Vic sighed inwardly, thinking, " Rebecca is such an impatient girl. She can only stay rational and calm when she's fighting. It's neither a good nor a bad thing about her personality."
"Hahaha! Vic! You call these swords? That's hilarious, hahaha!"
Garp's voice came from the side. He had already walked over, eating senbei and laughing heartily, tears streaming down his face.
The sword on the ground was already finished. Even though Garp didn't use a sword, he could tell. But how could anyone use a sword like that? Wouldn't it hurt the user first? Who would want a sword that's so big they couldn't even grip it? All that fuss, and you want me to go eat some senbei? Now prepare for my merciless ridicule!