Chapter 147
Muka forged as his hammer’s song endlessly echoed.
He stacked the shizteel, veteel, yazoteel, and tamateel together and said, “Be nice to each other.”
— Of course! We’re friends now!
The steel, which had become four layers, answered simultaneously. Muka smiled faintly as he elongated the steel and folded it once.
“Here’s some tasty powder,” he said as he grabbed a fistful of borax powder and sprinkled it on the folded part.
He repeated the process, adding layers to the steel. He heard a voice once he folded up to 512 layers.
— Hmm… I think I’m getting a bit too wrinkly.
“I see,” Muka replied, realizing the steel did not want more than 512 layers.
He began to shape the steel. He did not come up with a design like the other blacksmiths.