Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
First Marine Headquarters Elite Training Camp Recruitnt Office.
Marine soldier: "Na?"
"Hamr."
Marine soldier: "I asked for your na, not your nickna"
"It is Hamr."
Marine soldier: "…"
Marine soldier: "Age?"
"18."
Marine soldier: "!?? 18 years old?!"
"Mm-hmm."
The marine soldier looked up at the three-ter-tall Iron Hamr, unconsciously wiping the sweat off his forehead.
*What are kids eating these days? Grass-fed steroids? 18 and already 3 ters tall...*
Marine soldier: "Letter of recomndation?"
Hamr rummaged through his pocket and handed over a crumpled piece of paper.
Marine soldier: "From Rear Admiral Phil Jackson of Sabaody… Hmm, alright. Head to the training grounds for assembly."
Hamr: "Assembly? I just ca to Marineford to register and open a blacksmith shop. Why do I need to assemble?"
Marine soldier: "Huh??? You're not here for the training camp? This is the sign-up office for the first Marine Elite Training Camp!"
Oh crap.
I ssed up.
Hamr — just as his na suggests — was a blacksmith.
Well, maybe a little better than your average blacksmith—he was a governnt-employed blacksmith.
Officially, a Marine Blacksmith, responsible for forging standard-issue swords, guns, and cannons for the Marines.
Of course, this Hamr wasn't your average blacksmith.
Because he had just transmigrated.
In his previous life on Earth, Hamr was an elite blacksmith.
One day, while rewatching One Piece and working in his forge, he saw the clunky, ugly machines on Egghead Island and couldn't help but sneer: "What garbage. Each one's uglier than the last. An insult to craftsmanship."
The next second-BOOM!
His forge exploded.
Man and hamr were both sent flying.
When he woke up again, he was in the plaza at Marineford.
Thankfully, the body he transmigrated into also belonged to a blacksmith, and it was even wearing a Marine uniform — a small comfort.
He followed the group and arrived at the plaza, which led to this awkward situation.
"What's all the noise about?"
"Don't you know today is an important day?"
While the two of them were staring at each other, a deep voice ca from behind.
Short purple hair, glasses, rugged face, muscular build, and a "Justice" cape on his back.
Well, that confird it; this was none other than Zephyr, the forr admiral and current head of the Marine Elite Training Camp.
"Admiral Zephyr!" The marine imdiately saluted and explained Hamr's situation.
Zephyr couldn't help sizing up the three-ter-tall hulk in front of him.
Close-cropped hair, towering height, solid muscles...hmm, a promising recruit.
"Since you're already here, why not join the training camp?"
Iron Hamr forced a bitter smile.
He had just wanted to quietly work as a logistics blacksmith at Marineford, earn so Berries, marry a wife, and stay far away from war.
Who would've thought he'd run straight into a big boss?
Damn it… this is a disaster plot. I could cry.
"Hello, Admiral Zephyr. I'm just a blacksmith. Even though the base commander sent here, I know my limits. I think it's best if I just stay at headquarters as a blacksmith."
Zephyr didn't just take his word for it — he carefully read the recomndation letter from Major General Phil Jackson of Sabaody.
"Oh? Your idea of 'ordinary' is soone with Herculean strength, who exercises by dragging warships around, and has eaten a Devil Fruit?"
Hamr was on the verge of ntal collapse!
What the hell, that wasn't , that was the previous Iron Hamr!
I just want to quietly coast through life!
[Ding! Detected large emotional fluctuations from host. System awakening.]
[Ding! Detected excessive negative energy. System unbinding.]
!?!!??
What the heck, my system dad arrived… and now it's bailing on ?!
A stampede of 10,000 ntal "WTF" alpacas trampled through Hamr's mind.
[Ding! System has unbound. Out of humanitarian concern, a parting gift has been issued to the host. Please accept.Wishing you a pleasant journey! Mwah~]
Hamr was completely speechless.
He had embarrassed the whole transmigrator army, as if the bad starting plot wasn't enough, now even his system had ditched him.
The system left behind only two things:
A system panel, allowing Hamr to view his own stats.
A talent called Critical Crafting Strike.
As the na suggests, when he hamrs tal, his efficiency is doubled, and when an item is finished, there's a chance to trigger a critical success, granting the item a special attribute.
When a critical success happens, the system panel gives him a notification.
The talent was pretty great… but absolutely useless in the current situation.
"Alright, Hamr, was it? You're in. Get over there on the plaza!"
Zephyr's commanding voice rang out like a hamr blow, making Hamr's ears buzz.
There was no way out with a bitter face, Hamr walked into the plaza.
By now, the plaza was already packed with elite Marine recruits.
Even among the crowd, Hamr imdiately recognized a few people.
First was the fierce-looking Sakazuki, the future Akainu.
Then the sly-faced Borsalino, the future Kizaru.
Oh boy… the pressure's on.
As Hamr entered the plaza, everyone's gaze locked onto him.
Three ters tall, built like a tank — impossible not to notice.
"Hey, buddy! I'm Lance, from the West Blue. You're huge! Which branch are you from?"
A similarly brawny but only two-ter-tall guy ran up to him.
Lance? Never heard of him.
But out of politeness, Hamr replied.
"Iron Hamr. From Sabaody."
After that, Hamr fell silent, he was busy looking at his own status panel.
Na: [Iron Hamr]Age: [18]Devil Fruit: [Paracia, Hamr-Hamr Fruit, Developnt Level 30%]Power Level: [2000]Haki: [Not awakened]
Nice and simple.
He hadn't expected his original body to be a Devil Fruit user; no wonder they recomnded him for the training camp.
He began familiarizing himself with the Fruit's ability.
The Hamr-Hamr Fruit allowed him to deliver hamring effects with any part of his body.
Barehanded forging!
In his past life, he would've been a perfect scam-busting influencer.
Who cared whether it was a blade or a stick? Just hamr it to pieces.
But in the One Piece world… that wasn't quite enough.
Yup, fighting's definitely not my thing. Playing it safe as a blacksmith is the real way to go.
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