Hunting: The Dawning

Chapter 11: The Burst Blade

After a brief pause, the instructor's expression softened a little. He explained, "This system is not a restriction but a form of protection.

A hunter's strength can be divided into two parts: 'personal strength' and 'equipment'. The lack of the latter may lead to hunting failure, while the lack of the former may cost one's life. Do you understand what I mean?"

Gordon nodded thoughtfully.

With the instructor's strength combined with his equipment, he had a chance to hunt flying dragons.

If the instructor wore Gordon's equipment, although it would be difficult to slay a flying dragon, he could still survive.

Conversely, if Gordon wore the instructor's equipment to hunt a flying dragon, he would surely not return.

Independence from others is a principle-based regulation, aiming to prevent some hunters from taking shortcuts and ultimately losing their lives.

"I understand. Then, instructor, with the materials I currently possess, can a greatsword be crafted?" Having figured it out, Gordon stopped dwelling on the training greatsword and shifted his attention to the materials he had.

"If I remember correctly, you have iron ore and earth crystals among the ore-type materials, right?"

Although it was a question, the instructor's tone was quite certain. He was well aware of all of Gordon's activities in the hunting grounds in the past two years.

"Um... that's right!"

Compared to the instructor, Gordon himself wasn't very clear about what materials were in the storage box at home.

"A large amount of iron ore and earth crystals, plus a special mineral called ice crystal from the snow-capped mountains, can be used to craft a steel greatsword named 'Burst Blade'.

This greatsword is sturdy and durable, and the sharpness of its green sharpness gauge is sufficient. It can serve you until the period of a three-star hunter.

It can be said that this is a weapon that many greatsword hunters choose to forge in the early stage."

Hearing this, Gordon's expression became rather subtle .

Naturally, he desired this "Burst Blade" very much, but what was the use of just wanting it? He lacked that "ice crystal"...

A rare smile appeared at the corner of the instructor's mouth. He said, "Among all the materials for making weapons and armor, the only type of material that is allowed to be traded is ore-type materials.

Of course, there are restrictions on the types of ores. Now that you are a one-star hunter, the types of ores you are allowed to purchase are only the most common ones.

I happen to have ice crystals, and the material grade is also within the limit."

Gordon was overjoyed upon hearing this.

The "ore trading allowed" policy set by the guild was also out of humanistic considerations.

After all, most ore-type materials can be easily obtained. One just needs to take an iron pick and mine the ore veins. However, their production is completely restricted by regions.

Surely, it couldn't be expected that he would travel thousands of miles across most of the continent and go to the snow-capped mountains just to mine a few ores that are not worth much?

That would be too painful...

He was a decisive person. Once a decision was made, he would execute it immediately.

Taking the iron ore and earth crystals he had accumulated in the past two years, as well as the ice crystals provided by the instructor, Gordon went to the workshop.

After asking the craftsman, he learned that even if all the materials were provided, the manual fee for forging the Burst Blade alone was as high as more than two thousand, nearly three thousand z.

It was more than ten times that of an ordinary blade.

This order directly depleted all the savings he had accumulated in the past two years. If the instructor hadn't agreed to let him pay for the ice crystals on credit, his entire fortune combined wouldn't be enough to make a greatsword.

He became penniless in a day, but he didn't feel regret at all.

Looking at the forge in the workshop that was lit up by the high temperature of the burning stone charcoal, Gordon's eyes were full of anticipation.

...

Unlike ordinary swords, forging a hunter's weapon from ore materials takes more time.

The craftsman uncle estimated that it would take four days. Four days later, he could get the brand-new weapon he had been longing for.

This period of waiting for the new weapon couldn't be wasted either.

Changing the weapon type was not as simple as just changing a weapon. Even though Gordon had a high compatibility with the greatsword, he still had a lot of new things to learn.

The correct posture for swinging the greatsword, the connection of moves, how to draw and sheathe the sword quickly, how to use the greatsword for blocking and defense, and how to roll and dodge while holding the sword...

Fortunately, Instructor Ernest had used the greatsword for a period of time when he was young, so he could directly teach these relatively basic knowledge.

If Gordon had chosen dual blades, gunlances or something like that before, he might have to go to Minagarde City or even East Doruma to find a good teacher.

Time flew by as he soaked in the training ground every day.

The moves of the greatsword thatPursue absolute power. were not complicated, but the thresholds for physical fitness and strength were very high. Under the premise that these two qualities were completely up to standard, Gordon made rapid progress and basically mastered the usage of this heavy weapon in just a few days.

What he needed to do next was to continuously accumulate experience and form his own fighting style.

According to the instructor, the "charged s***h", which was the core move of the greatsword, actually had further derivative moves. They were high-level techniques called "power charged s***h" and "true charged s***h".

These were special moves that only outstanding greatsword hunters who had continuously polished their techniques, exercised their physiques and reached a certain level of strength could possibly master.

In a short period of time, Gordon didn't need to consider them at all. He couldn't reach them and couldn't control them.

What the instructor didn't expect was that although Gordon didn't say anything on the surface, he had already engraved the names of these two moves deeply in his heart.

Being an upper-rank hunter was the basic condition for learning power charged s***h and true charged s***h? Just wait. That day won't be too far away!

...

While Gordon was sweating profusely in the training ground, a petite figure jumped off a cart and came to the entrance of Kokoto Village.

It turned out to be a Felyne.

It had snow-white fur, and the darker part of its nose was golden yellow. There was also a golden yellow oval pattern on its abdomen, which was very eye-catching and beautiful.

It was looking around gingerliness .

Obviously, this Felyne was coming to Kokoto Village for the first time. It might also be its first time coming to a human settlement.

It was carrying a huge backpack, looking a bit dazed and uneasy. The backpack was bulging with some hard objects.

A bone-made "cat pickaxe" commonly used by Felynes was slung diagonally on its back, which added a bit of valor. Or rather, it made it look even cuter?

The Felyne walked into the village, looking around, trying to find someone to ask for directions. The workshop where the sound of forging iron was continuous attracted its attention immediately.

Due to insufficient strength and other reasons, the smelting level of the Felyne race was relatively low. This metal knocking sound was rather novel for it, which hadn't had much contact with humans.

Walking softly up to a certain craftsman who was forging iron, the Felyne asked weakly:

"Um, is this Kokoto Village, meow?"

"Huh?"

The muscular craftsman uncle looked down at the petite Felyne. The red light emitted by the hot steel block on the anvil illuminated his big face full of thick flesh and a messy beard.

In the eyes of the Felyne, the burly craftsman raising a hammer high among the flying sparks was like a demon from purgatory.

"V... very sorry, meow! But please spare me, meow!"

The Felyne, whose fur all over its body stood up like a hedgehog, bowed deeply and then turned around and ran away on all fours.

"Hmm? Is my face really that scary?" The craftsman rubbed his big face that indeed didn't look very friendly in confusion and continued to work with his head down.