: Kazuma Ogiwara
: The Bladesmith's Enchanted Weapons: Volume 1
: J-Novel Club
: 9781718331822
: 1
: CHF 6.00
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: Fantasy
: English
: 250
: DRM
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB

The katana smith Lutz has just forged his magnum opus, a katana so bewitchingly beautiful that it's dangerous even to look at. Unfortunately, as an unlicensed smith, he has no way to sell it. But when his only real business partner, Claudia, is captured by crooked knights, Lutz knows exactly what to do with his perfect blade.
On the other side of the city walls, Gerhard, an old enchanter, is facing a horrendous slump. Though he's confident in his abilities, he can't create a true work of art without a proper canvas, and he longs for nothing more than a unique sword to serve as his muse. This time for sure, he will create an enchanted sword that will wipe that damn disinterested look off of the so-called hero's face.
This is a tale of the gloriously deranged few who have given their lives and souls to crafting enchanted swords. When they come together, will they bring forth a golden age or the collapse of society itself? To those maniacs, it doesn't matter either way.

Chapter 1: Sharp Enough to Split the Soul


There was no greater sin than to take another human life. Then how? How could a tool created to kill people be so magnificently beautiful?

The blacksmith, Lutz, stared in fascination at the katana he had just polished. He inspected the blade’shamon, the pattern along the cutting edge that formed during the hardening process. It flowed almost like water—a shimmering river of platinum that ran along the length of the katana. Lutz simply couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“It’s beautiful...”

It wasn’t a very elegant description, but he couldn’t think of any other way to say it. Trying to express the wonder of art through words was an exercise in futility, anyway.

He couldn’t believe that he had taken raw materials and forged them into such an incredible thing. Still staring at the blade, he could nearly convince himself that the God of blacksmithing must have taken him over, though he knew the thought was ridiculous.

How long had he been there admiring it? All notion of time, hunger—even sleep—seemed to slip from his mind. While he was caught in this reverie, hours passed.

“Waah!” Lutz suddenly cried out, averting his gaze from the katana. He arched his back with such momentum that he fell off the stool he was sitting on and hit his head, but he didn’t allow a single scratch on the katana. The pride of a blacksmith was not to be underestimated.

Wait—what was I about to do?

He thought hard, rubbing his muddled head.

That was right, he had brought the katana so close to his face that it was about to cut into his eyeball. If it had taken him even one more second to return to his senses, he surely would have lost an eye. While the reaction was a bit delayed, Lutz felt fear enveloping him. His breathing grew erratic, and he wrapped the katana in a random piece of cloth, as he had yet to make a saya for it.

“That—that was insane...”

Lutz crossed his arms in thought and stared at the katana through the thin cloth veil. He was continuously assaulted by the strong urge to remove t