Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

"Please help me repair it. This is the main material."

"If possible, it would be better to upgrade it. This child can't keep up with me anymore."

Pointing to the remains of the dagger and the remnants of the Aragami's divine core on the table, Sakurai made his final request.

He also knew that if he needed it, the profiteer would definitely be able to find him a better one, but he was now used to using the dagger and he was not prepared to give up this first partner.

"No problem, but it might take some time."

"As you know, it's not that fast to recast a weapon, not to mention that the materials you prepared are the core of the God of the Wilderness."

"We have to contact old friends."

Finally, the bartender, who was a little stumped by Sakurai, thought about it and agreed to help him find the person through his connections.

Oh, this is really a big deal. You can use god-level materials for forging. It is not easy to find a blacksmith of this level.

"Okay, we understand. Is there anything else you need, Sakurai-san?"

"For example, to temporarily replace Ruthless while the dagger is being repaired."

"We are a multi-service shop. As long as you make a request, we can find a way to arrange it for you."

After thinking for a while, he came up with a suitable candidate from his friend list and was about to contact him to ask the bartender if Sakurai had any other requests.

"I need a heavy weapon."

"When dealing with a large or hard monster, relying solely on a dagger is somewhat insufficient."

"I need heavy weapons that can penetrate armor quickly."

After thinking for a while, Sakurai suddenly remembered the heavy weapons he had been thinking about, and also thought of the battle with the Aragami that was almost equivalent to scraping. After thinking it over, he still hesitated and stretched out another finger.

He had originally planned to make only three requests, but now he had one more thing added.

"Okay, no problem, where are we..."

"Isn't it okay for an izakaya to be able to do everything? As long as the customers need it, we can get them not only heavy weapons but even divine weapons."

“It’s a matter of minutes.”

When talking about business, the bartender's eyes lit up. He smiled humbly and his mind was full of how to make this big deal.

"We have all kinds of heavy weapons here. Although they are not as natural as the relics synthesized by supernatural obsessions, they are all first-class quality goods. Brother Sakurai, just tell me what you need."

The smiling bartender almost glued his eyes to Sakurai.

"Whether there is a sledgehammer or not, the bigger the better, the heavier the better."

After weighing his situation carefully, Sakurai thought he could try something a little more creative.

After thinking about it, if fighting against large enemies, Sakurai still prefers the hammer, which is a professional heavy armor nemesis in the field of armor penetration.

And with this, it will be more convenient to dismantle things in the future.

If he saw anything he didn't like, he would hit it with a hammer until its skin was torn to pieces.

Convenient, fast and neat.

"A hammer? We actually have a suitable one here."

"never mind..."

"For Sakurai-san's sake, I won't charge you for it this time and will just give it to you."

"Just think of it as a gift to celebrate Sakurai-san's killing of God."

After thinking it over, the bartender realized that he had a suitable one.

I had originally been planning to collect it, but since Mr. Sakurai said so, I had to give it up with reluctance.

81. Its name is the Eight-sided Bright Silver Hammer

It didn't take long for the bartender to pull out a hammer from the vast collection under the bar. His veins bulged as he lifted it, and only after Sakurai's help did he reluctantly put it on the table.

Then he wiped the sweat off his face and took a closer look, and the bartender looked a little dumbfounded.

I clearly remember that what I took out was a replica of the Golden Gourd Thunderbolt Hammer of Li Yuanba, the reincarnation of the golden-winged Roc. I even took a special look to confirm it. How come I took out this?

No wonder we could hardly lift it. The treasure has spirits, and it is not easy for someone who does not recognize it to use it by force.

Since such [accidents] can happen to old antiques like us, either we have lived too long and have a problem with our brains, or...

Very good, this hammer is definitely destined to be with Brother Sakurai.

That would be really great.

The bartender simply blamed the problem on Sakurai and nodded with a clear conscience.

Things have come to this, and no matter how heartbroken the bartender is, he has no choice but to let it go.

I hope that Brother Sakurai can be recognized, then his future will be limitless.

The hammer that the bartender took out was a type of octagonal hammer, a magical weapon from the Warring States Period of the ancient country next door.

"The hammer is called the Eight-sided Bright Silver Hammer. The hammer is two feet and one point long, and the hammer body is one foot and two points. It looks like silver, but it is actually made of meteorite iron mixed with Kui Niu blood. It was forged by a master craftsman in the Warring States Period with great effort over many years."

"Just like its name, the prototype of this hammer is the two eight-sided bright silver hammers held by Bingling Gong (Huang Tianhua)."

“That’s what we call borrowing from the past.”

"It is said that the craftsman had seen the real body of the Eight-sided Bright Silver Hammer and forged it based on his impression."

"We don't know if it's true, so just take it seriously, Sakurai-kun."

"The hammer weighs about 300 kilograms. It was a good companion of a general in the Warring States Period who was good at attacking cities and breaking through enemy lines. After this hammer fell into the hands of that general, it can be said that it was like adding wings to a tiger."

"Invincible in battle and unstoppable in attack."

"Plus, the hammer contains Kui Niu blood, which has a considerable restraining effect on the supernatural. It can be said to be the nemesis of inhuman things."

The bartender smiled and continued.

"In short, non-authorized people cannot use it."

"After its owner died on the battlefield, it disappeared from the records. No one has ever found it, and it has remained buried until today."

"It was not easy for me to get it from a few good friends."

“I almost stubbed my toe.”

"It can be said that this is the best thing in the best situation."

"If it's Sakurai-san, then it can be said that the sword matches the hero."

Looking at the hammer on the table, the bartender who was ready to give it to Sakurai couldn't help feeling pain.

The bartender always boasted that the goods in his stock were of the best quality.

However, among the vast collections, this eight-sided bright silver hammer is one of the best heavy weapons and is definitely not for sale.

The dagger that Sakurai had used before was thrown far away.

If this was used in the battle with the God of Aragami, not to mention that the God of Aragami has already fallen into a spirit, even if this hammer wasn't used, Sakurai's head would have been smashed into pieces.

If it wasn't Sakurai, he wouldn't be able to come up with that much no matter how much someone else offered.

This is a good item that is kept in the bottom of the box.

Under the bartender's expectant gaze, Sakurai followed his instinct and stretched out his hands to grasp the octagonal silver hammer.

A feeling of joy like a fish in water arises spontaneously.

The hammer glowed with a faint silver light, and Sakurai seemed to feel a blood connection.

This is me...

Is it recognized?

Staring blankly at the octagonal silver hammer, Sakurai thought so unconsciously.

After hesitating for a moment, Sakurai tried to lift the hammer.

It's heavy, but it fits just right in the hand.

It can be said that it is completely compatible with his strength, as if it was born for him.

After thinking about it, Sakurai tried swinging twice.

Then, feeling that the weight was just right, Sakurai simply started practicing in the izakaya.

Drag, hang, smash, pound, rush, cloud, cover.

First with both hands, then with one hand.

It was clearly the first time he used this type of heavy weapon, but he handled it quite well.

It can be said to be as easy as using one's own arms.

After swinging it around for a while, Sakurai was extremely satisfied with the octagonal silver hammer given to him by the bartender.

Not only Sakurai, the octagonal silver hammer that saw the light of day again also glowed silver, as if it was very satisfied with Sakurai, its new owner.

"Good stuff, thanks to the profiteer."

"I love so much."

Looking at the bartender, Sakurai expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

"If you like it, Sakurai-san, we're happy for you too."

Smiling is uglier than crying. This is probably the best way to describe the bartender's current expression.

The corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he almost cried.

I had to force myself to smile and congratulate Sakurai.

It's easy for us.

"Next, I will prepare a batch of relics as a betrothal gift to take this child away."

Without giving the other party a chance to refuse, Sakurai said this naturally.