Marineford's Logistics Blacksmith Chapter 221: Hammer’s Special Forging Class

At the Marine Elite Training Camp, Hamr looked at the trainees currently training below and couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

A few years ago, when he had first arrived here, hadn't he also trained in this very place?

Strict Instructor Zephyr.

The hardworking Sakazuki.

The blockhead Dragon.

And Borsalino, who used to slack off alongside him.

The four of them had really gotten scolded plenty back then.

Zephyr scolded Sakazuki for his overly extre views, scolded Dragon for being just like his father, and scolded him and Borsalino for being two little bastards.

Ti really flew.

"What? Rembering your younger days?"

Zephyr smiled faintly as he looked at Hamr staring at the training grounds.

Hamr nodded.

"Yeah. The four of us got chased around and beaten by Teacher Zephyr plenty of tis back then."

"You little brat Hamr! That was for your own good!"

"Out of the four of you, only Sakazuki was sowhat normal!"

"You, Dragon, and Borsalino were three salted fish, bunch of slackers!"

"Alright, alright, old man. Hurry up and hand over your arm guards."

As soon as Zephyr heard that, he stopped wasting words and quickly brought out the Fist of Tekko.

Hamr imdiately stepped forward for a closer inspection.

At first glance it didn't seem like much.

But after looking carefully.

There were quite a lot of scratches.

"Don't underestimate your own strength."

"Especially that final punch of yours."

"It made feel like I was facing Whitebeard himself."

"That destructive vibration power was absolutely the pinnacle of destruction."

Even Hamr himself hadn't expected his attack to deal such terrifying damage.

After all, the Fist of Tekko had the property of reducing Armant Haki consumption.

For Zephyr, that was an absolutely perfect attribute.

His overwhelming Armant Haki was the foundation of his peak strength.

And despite being coated in such dense Armant Haki, Hamr had still managed to damage the Fist of Tekko to this extent?

"I'm still far inferior to Whitebeard."

"I trigger vibrations through the collision of hamr strikes."

"But Whitebeard creates those vibrations casually with a single swing."

"One's heaven, the other's earth. There's no comparison."

"What I treat as an ultimate move is just one of his casual attacks."

"Terrifying stuff."

The veins on Zephyr's forehead instantly bulged.

'This damn brat.'

'Whitebeard could do it because he had the Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit!'

'You're just a guy swinging a giant hamr!'

'Being able to develop vibration attacks through pure ability usage already made you a genius, alright?!'

'Forget it.'

'Can't get angry.'

It was his own kid after all.

What else could he do?

"Enough already."

"Can you fix it or not?"

"Of course."

"Not only can I repair it, I can make these arm guards even stronger!"

Hamr guaranteed it confidently.

If this had been before, he might not have had a solution.

But now he possessed materials like Iron Cloud.

Repairing the Fist of Tekko would be easy.

"I'll take these arm guards for now."

"Co to the arsenal in three days."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hamr picked up the Fist of Tekko, opened the window, and flew off toward the arsenal using Moonwalk.

Leaving Zephyr's mouth twitching violently.

After arriving at the arsenal, Hamr didn't imdiately begin forging.

Instead, he called Lance and the others over.

"Hamr, you recovered?"

Looking at Hamr, Lance couldn't help recalling his crazed appearance back then.

'Good lord.'

'He'd been terrifying.'

'A Fleet Admiral, an Admiral, a forr Admiral, plus all of them together, and they still hadn't managed to suppress him imdiately.'

"Yeah. My brain was just a little muddled before."

"Lance, for the next few days I'll be repairing Teacher Zephyr's arm guards."

"You guys are helping too."

"After all, each of your abilities is very suitable for forging."

"I'm going to teach you forging techniques."

"Especially you, Lance."

"Don't underestimate the Rumble-Rumble."

"The strength of that fruit is beyond your imagination."

"And in my opinion, it's absolutely perfect for blacksmithing!"

The more Hamr spoke, the more excited he beca.

His head was filled entirely with thoughts of electrotallurgy.

That kind of high-temperature reshaping was simply born for forging.

anwhile Lance wore a completely bewildered expression.

He had a perfectly fine Logia-type lightning fruit.

How had it suddenly beco a blacksmith-exclusive ability?

Shirley and Hina were equally confused.

Neither understood what Hamr ant.

After all, their fruits were creation-based types.

One created shields, the other black iron.

It made sense for them to be related to forging.

But Lance had the Lightning Fruit!

"What are those expressions for?"

"You don't believe ?"

"Hmph. Once Lance's lightning intensity reaches a certain level, you'll understand."

"Ever heard of electrotallurgy?"

"Forget it. Explaining this to a bunch of academically hopeless idiots is pointless."

"You'll understand eventually."

Hamr shook his head speechlessly at the three of them, completely ignoring the veins bulging on their foreheads.

Then he led them into the forge room.

Aside from Hina, who had already followed Hamr in forging for quite so ti, Lance and Shirley were complete beginners.

"Stop standing there blankly."

"I know you two don't understand forging."

"It's fine. I've already thought of a way for you to enter the field."

"Shirley, create an iron shield."

Shirley nodded and casually used her ability to create a shield.

"Lance, use your electricity to lt this shield."

Lance: "!!??"

"Why are you still standing there?"

"I said use your electricity to lt the shield!"

"But Hamr… are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious!"

"Hurry up!"

"Increase the voltage!"

"If the current gets hot enough, steel will lt. Just do it!"

Hamr casually tossed the shield toward Lance before turning to Shirley.

"Shirley, your Shield- Shield Fruit creates shields."

"Shields themselves are forged creations."

"I can forge them too."

"So my requirent for you is to start learning how to deconstruct and reshape shields."

"For the first stage, I want you to engrave patterns onto them. Understand?"

"Hmm… let's use Lance's face."

"Put his head on the shield."

Shirley: "!!??"

"What does that have to do with my ability, brother Hamr?"

"How does it not?"

"Haven't you heard the phrase 'strive for perfection'?"

"If you can refine every single shield to the highest degree of detail, your ability will definitely improve dramatically!"

Ignoring the deeply conflicted expressions on Lance and Shirley's faces, Hamr walked toward Hina.

"Hina, you've already forged alongside for quite a while."

"I think you're ready to start forging independently."

"There's a forge over there. Use whichever one you want."

"Use your Black Iron ability and forge whatever you like."

"I'll imbue it with attributes afterward."

"Alright then, everyone!"

"Hamr's Special Forging Class is officially ford!"

Following Hamr's loud declaration, all four people began their respective tasks.

Lance held the shield with hands turned blue from electricity.

Shirley gripped her shield tightly with a deeply furrowed brow.

Hina stood by the forge holding a black hamr in one hand and black iron in the other.

anwhile Hamr took out Cloud Shells and began repairing the Fist of Tekko.