One Piece: The Max-Level Blacksmith of Marineford

One Piece: The Max-Level Blacksmith of Marineford

Author: Argumentative Radish Head

Summary:

Iron Hammer, a renowned swordsmith in his past life, transmigrates into the world of One Piece. His goal is to become a blacksmith in Marineford, living a life of leisure and comfort. However, he finds himself drifting further and further away from his goal... Marine Sengoku: Iron Hammer! The Marines are short on funds this year. Quickly forge a batch of luxurious swords; I'm going to exchange them with the Celestial Dragons for money! Akainu: Iron Hammer, can you make me another pair of those gloves? The first one was shattered by Shanks. Zephyr: Iron Hammer! You better go and be an admiral, don't always...

Chapter 1 A Perfect Start

【Brain Storage】

Regarding combat strength: Pirates in the pre-Great Pirate Era generally had higher skill levels, unlike Caribou's younger brother who was essentially a weakling two years later. However, please don't focus solely on bounty and combat strength. With 2000 Doki power and mastery of the Six Powers, defeating a 100 million bounty pirate shouldn't be a problem in any era.

[Regarding the ownership of forged weapons, please read on patiently; there's a connection between what came before and what comes after QAQ]

[The timeline might not align perfectly, but it will definitely be written according to the overall timeline. I hope you guys will be gentle with your criticism.]

[This is primarily a light and casual story, but it will be a bit tough at the beginning, after all, you're a newbie in this world, it's tough!!! Hope you all enjoy it.]

[There are definitely flaws, after all, I'm a newbie author, but I will take everyone's comments into account and make revisions. However, I hope you can be a little gentler when you criticize me, so that I can have more motivation to revise!]

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Marine Headquarters Marinevando.

The first Naval Headquarters Elite Training Camp Soldier Recruitment Office.

Navy soldier: "Name?"

"Hammer..."

Navy soldier: "I asked for your name, not your nickname!"

"Let's call it Iron Hammer..."

Navy soldier: "..."

Navy soldier: "Age?"

"twenty three..."

Navy soldier: "!?? 18 years old?"

"Um..."

The naval soldier looked up at the three-meter-tall iron hammer and unconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I thought to myself: Are kids these days raised on grass? 18 years old and already three meters tall...

Navy soldier: "Letter of introduction?"

Iron Hammer patted his pocket, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and handed it to him.

Navy soldier: "Shampurdi... Rear Admiral Phil Jackson... um... all right, let's assemble over at the parade ground."

Hammer: ? ? ? ?

"Gathering? I'm just here to register at Marineford, planning to open a blacksmith shop. What's the gathering for?"

Navy soldier: "Huh??? Aren't you here for the training camp? This is the registration area for the first Navy Elite Training Camp."

Damn...

I made a mistake...

Iron Hammer, as his name suggests, is a blacksmith.

He was just a little better than the average blacksmith; he was a blacksmith who received a government salary.

In other words, they were naval blacksmiths, specifically responsible for forging standard swords, guns, and cannons for naval soldiers.

Of course, the hammer in front of us is not a normal hammer either.

Because he just traveled here.

Iron Hammer was originally an elite swordsmith on Earth.

He was originally in the workshop, watching One Piece while forging iron.

I happened to see that bunch of mindless, broken machines on Bullet Island and randomly muttered, "What the hell? They're all so ugly, an insult to art."

The forging furnace exploded the next second.

They sent him, iron and all, to the sky.

When he woke up again, he was already in Marineford Square.

Fortunately, the older brother he transmigrated into was also a blacksmith and was wearing a navy uniform, which gave him some comfort.

Then, following the group, they arrived at the square where the scene just now unfolded.

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"

"Don't you know today is a very important day?"

Just as the two were staring at each other, a deep voice rang out from behind.

Short purple hair, glasses, a fierce face, a strong physique, and a cloak of justice on his back.

Alright, it's confirmed. This is indeed the former Admiral Black Arm Zephyr, the head and principal of the Navy Elite Training Camp.

"General Zefa!" The soldier immediately saluted.

He then recounted the situation with the hammer.

This made Zefa take a closer look at the three-meter-tall burly man in front of him.

The same neat short hair, a height of three meters, and a solid physique... hmm... a good prospect.

"Since you're here, why not participate in the training camp?"

Iron Hammer's face showed bitterness.

He originally planned to come to Marineford, work as a logistics blacksmith, earn some beri, get married, and stay away from the war.

Who would have thought that I'd run into a big shot as soon as I arrived?

This is truly a disastrous situation (like a pot burning dry), I'm so frustrated I could cry...

"Hello, General Zephyr, I'm just a blacksmith. Although our base commander sent me here to participate in the training camp, I know my own limitations, so I think it's better for me to continue being a blacksmith at headquarters..."

Zephyr didn't simply listen to Iron Hammer's side of the story; he took the letter of recommendation from Major General Phil Jackson, the commander of the Sabaody Archipelago base, and examined it carefully.

"Oh? The 'ordinary' you're talking about is someone with the strength of a thousand pounds, who trains by dragging warships every day, and who also ate a Devil Fruit?"

The hammer has collapsed!

This wasn't me... it was the last guy with the hammer who did it...

I just want to live a quiet, uneventful life, waiting to die...

[Ding... System activated due to excessive emotional fluctuations detected in the host.]

[Ding... Excessive negative energy detected in the host. System unbinding...]

! ? ! ?

What the heck? My system daddy came? And then he's leaving again?

A thousand grass mud horses galloped through Tiechui's mind.

[Ding... The system has been unbound. Out of humanitarian considerations, a special gift has been left for the host, which has been issued. Please take action.]

[Have a pleasant journey, host! *smack*]

Iron Hammer was completely speechless.

He disgraced the army of transmigrators; a disastrous start was bad enough, but then the system ran away...

The system left behind two things: a system template that allowed Iron Hammer to see his situation.

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The other is the talent—Critical Strike Chance.

As the name suggests, as long as you forge iron, you'll achieve twice the result with half the effort!

Furthermore, there is a chance to trigger a critical hit when the item is completed, which can give the item a special attribute.

Triggering a critical hit will trigger a system template notification.

This talent is quite good, but it's completely unsuitable for the current situation.

"Alright, Iron Hammer, huh? You're going to be in my training camp. Go stand over there in the square!"

Zefa's hammer blow sealed the deal, and the deep, resonant sound made the hammer seem as if it were made by a small hammer forty minutes.

Helpless, Iron Hammer walked into the square with a bitter expression.

At this time, a large number of naval elites had already gathered in the square.

There are many people that I know, including Tiechui.