Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Of course, the third semester was also very short, and there were no special events.

Events like sports meets, school festivals, and study trips are held in the first and second semesters.

After the New Year, school will start around mid-January, and the final exams will take place in March, marking the end of the third semester.

Emiya Shirou will also be a second-year high school student.

The well-known Fifth Holy Grail War began in early February, during Shirou Emiya's third semester of his second year of high school. Currently, Shirou Emiya is still in his third semester of his first year of high school.

Chapter 420 Unbearable Knowledge

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

A knocking sound.

It was a rhythmic pounding sound.

It is the sound of a heavy hammer repeatedly striking steel.

Temperatures so intense that they were impossible for ordinary people to experience lingered in this room.

"Zi la——!"

"Zi la——!"

The sound of sparks flying up continued to ring out.

The intensely hot air was constantly scorching Shirou Emiya's body.

Emiya Shirou had only been here a short while, but his body was already soaked in sweat.

The walls of the room were covered with all sorts of weapons and armor.

Whether it's armor inlaid with various luxurious jewels.

Or perhaps it's a longsword whose sharpness you can feel just by looking at it.

They were all neatly arranged on the wall or on the wooden table next to it.

Almost immediately, Shirou Emiya deduced that this was either the home of a blacksmith or the interior of a blacksmith's shop.

He had visited the Revolutionary Army's blacksmith shop inside the Empire on his way there.

Emiya Shirou still remembers the appearance and atmosphere there very clearly.

"These weapons are incredibly powerful!"

Emiya Shirou couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He stared blankly at the weapons hanging on the wall, his eyes beginning to pulsate with magic as he analyzed these weapons or armor.

The exquisite craftsmanship of these weapons far exceeded Shirou Emiya's imagination; he couldn't even analyze them.

If we're talking about projection, Shirou Emiya could only project an outer shell of the weapon here. If it were to collide with the real thing, it would probably shatter into pieces the instant it made contact.

The armor silently covered Shirou Emiya's entire body, concealing his figure.

Ever since he was caught on camera at the Tokyo Butei High School, Shirou Emiya has been reminding himself that no matter what kind of world he ends up in.

The first thing I should do is wear the [Evil Spirit Possession] to conceal my figure.

This can avoid a lot of trouble.

Emiya Shirou also didn't want to remain in a passive position.

Moreover, the constant clanging of metal clearly indicates that a blacksmith is completing his work here.

He moved carefully around the room, trying his best not to make a sound.

Forging a good weapon or a good piece of armor requires a blacksmith's wholehearted dedication.

Emiya Shirou naturally didn't want to interfere with the blacksmith.

However, there was only one opening in this small room that led to the outside room, so Shirou Emiya could only walk in that direction.

Of course, there was another reason: Shirou Emiya wanted to see how these weapons, which he couldn't project at all, were forged.

It contains a forging technique and power that I have no way of deciphering.

Emiya Shirou slowly moved to the door of the small room, and the scorching heat was almost overwhelming.

Everything before my eyes was so captivating that I couldn't help but stop in my tracks.

She was a woman dressed as a man, with bright red hair, an eyepatch over her right eye, and wearing a shirt, constantly hammering weapons on an anvil.

Every strike was incredibly precise.

Like a machine, no, the hammer in her hand was even more precise than a machine, both in terms of force and accuracy.

Sweat dripped continuously from her cheeks.

You could feel that she poured all her energy into this weapon.

Like a musical movement, the sound of hammering came from within.

Soon the woman dressed as a man seemed to have finished this step, putting down the hammer in her hand and moving on to the next step.

Shirou Emiya's breathing even began to slow down at this moment.

In the shadows, Shirou Emiya was also intently watching her work on the weapon she was forging.

They were afraid of missing even the slightest movement.

Even with what seemed like a simple hammering motion, Shirou Emiya could only vaguely grasp the techniques involved in swinging the hammer and the control over the forged items.

Back when he was at the Imperial blacksmith shop, Shirou Emiya was able to learn the blacksmith's decades-long techniques with just one glance, and even improve them to suit his own style.

But looking at the way she was forging, Shirou Emiya unexpectedly found it difficult, extremely difficult.

Her every move seemed so simple, but even with Shirou Emiya's full attention, he could only barely understand a small part of it.

Even so, Shirou Emiya remained standing in place, observing intently and absorbing the techniques contained within.

His brain seemed to be screaming at that moment, but Shirou Emiya seemed completely oblivious, staring intently at the movements in her hands.

"Zheng——!"

"Zheng——!"

"Zheng——!"

An extremely dazzling light burst forth from the sword, a sign that the weapon was complete.

Just then, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground startled her.

Fortunately, her weapon was already forged. If such a noise had occurred in the middle, although she wouldn't have failed given her skill level, it would have inevitably resulted in a minor flaw.

The woman dressed as a man was also puzzled. The noise did not come from outside the forging room, but from the inner room where she kept some weapons she had already forged.

It should be noted that the forging room is soundproofed and heat-insulated. Unless there is an extremely violent explosion outside, she would not be able to hear any noise from outside the forging room.

Puzzled, the woman dressed as a man looked in the direction of the sound.

On the ground, Shirou Emiya, dressed in the "Possessed by Demons" outfit, lay sprawled.

"This child?"

The woman dressed as a man looked at him with a puzzled expression. She put away the hammer in her hand and walked towards Shirou Emiya.

She was quite surprised to find that there were other people in the forging room.

You should know that this forging room only has one exit. How did he get here without me even noticing?

The woman dressed as a man, having no idea what was going on, walked over to Shirou Emiya, who was lying on the ground.

She reached out and gently placed her hand on the "Demon Possession" on Shirou Emiya.

"Does this forging technique involve directly forging some kind of living organism into a weapon?"

With an expression of amazement, the woman dressed as a man began to judge the armor worn by Shirou Emiya.

As a blacksmith with countless years of experience, she was able to determine the forging method of the armor almost immediately.

"To be able to transform a short sword into a suit of armor without any magical inscription, and even to forge a creature into a weapon, I really want to meet that blacksmith!"

She held a hammer and kept striking the armor on Shirou Emiya's body, her eyes filled with interest in it.

If she were to forge weapons, she could indeed forge living beings into weapons, but over the years, she had never considered this possibility.

"Crack——!"

A cracking sound came from Shirou Emiya's [Demon Possession] armor. Under the hammer in her hand, Shirou Emiya's incredibly defensive armor shattered.

No, rather than shattering, it's more accurate to say that the woman in men's clothing used some means to transform it back into the form of a short sword.

Why did you faint?

Looking at the unconscious Emiya Shirou beneath her, a bold idea emerged in her mind.

If he had been here all along, he must have witnessed the entire process of forging that weapon.

In reality, most normal people wouldn't be bothered by watching themselves forge weapons.

After all, they simply cannot understand it.

Even the most talented blacksmith in his own clan still couldn't understand his forging skills.

But what if someone could truly understand my forging skills?

Over the years, she has already found the answer to this question.

"The forging skills of the gods are beyond the capabilities of humankind—"

Chapter 421 Hephaestus