A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

With all his strength, Tony smashed dozens of hammers down.

The huge reaction force was transmitted along the hammer, and his tiger's mouth was so shocked that his whole arm was sore and sore.

He lowered his head to take a closer look, and the flame that had just ignited in his heart was extinguished by more than half in an instant!

The iron billet on the anvil did not shrink at all, but the surface was still flat.

Just a simple estimate, if he wanted to hammer this piece of iron into shape, he would have to swing at least tens of millions of hammers to have a chance!

"This hardness... can't be iron!" Tony dropped the hammer and turned his head to glare at the burly man.

The burly man sat on the ground and said with a half-smile: "When did I say that that thing is 'iron'?"

"you!"

Tony was about to open his mouth to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he was swallowed back.

indeed.

It was never mentioned from the beginning to the end that the material on the anvil is iron.

"Then you can always tell me what this thing is and what is its melting point?" Tony glared at the burly man, and said, "Don't tell me, you don't know forging metal, you need to melt it first!"

"unnecessary."

The burly man shook his head and said, "It doesn't need to be melted, let alone has a melting point. The method of forging it is very simple, just keep swinging the hammer."

Tony gritted his teeth in hatred: "...This is not in line with science!"

The burly man smiled and asked, "Then, is it scientific for you to appear here?"

"..."

Tony was speechless.

"If you want to give up, you can do it anytime."

The burly man grinned, as if trying to persuade Tony to give up.

"Excuse me."

These words aroused Tony's resistance, picked up the hammer that fell on the ground, and said word by word: "It seems that I don't understand enough, I, Tony Stark, can do everything, but I won't give up. !"

The burly man sneered and said, "The premise of this sentence is...you can persevere."

Tony turned away from arguing with him because it didn't make any sense.

He only needs to focus on his eyes, hammer this piece of iron into shape, and then he can completely shut that guy's mouth!

when!

when!

when!

Sparks splashed, gold and iron collided!

The crisp and heavy iron knocking sounds, like a passionate symphony, echoed in this furnace-like world.

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Raise the hammer and drop it.

Raise the hammer and drop it.

Raise the hammer and drop it.

Tony didn't know how many times he repeated this meaningless movement, and it was like mechanically swinging a hammer again and again, hitting the hard iron in front of him.

At first.

Tony still thinks about which angle to use to swing the hammer, which can save more energy and speed up.

But later...

Tony has completely given up thinking, because no matter what method he considers, he can't speed up or shorten the progress of forging.

The hardness of this unknown material has completely exceeded his understanding of material science.

Even Tony was suspicious that the shield his father made was not as hard as this material, at least it wouldn't have been smashed thousands of times without even a single dent!

Can't be tricky.

There are no shortcuts.

The only way is to persevere!

Just as the burly man said, to hammer and forge this piece of iron billet, you only need to 'persist'.

Two simple words, Tony didn't know how difficult it was until they were put into practice.

Ten hammers!

One hundred hammers!

One thousand hammers!

Ten thousand hammers!

One hundred thousand hammers!

In the end, he couldn't count how many hammers he had swung.

Every time he raised his arm, it affected the muscles of his whole body, which made him feel like he was being torn apart.

The tiger's mouth of the right hand holding the hammer had already been shattered.

The spilled blood mixed with the splashing sparks, dripped on this pitch-black iron slab, and was melted into it by the heavy pounding.

And the area of ​​that abnormally hard iron slab became smaller and smaller under the hammer after hammer.

Hope is near!

when......

when......

when......

Every once in a while, the sound of hammering will sound like a turtle's speed.

At this moment.

Tony's consciousness is almost completely lost, only the instinct of the body is still persisting.

One hammer, another hammer.

The pitch-black slab finally began to change.

The original irregular and ugly shape of the iron billet gradually changed into the shape of a long knife.

"Finally...appeared?"

The changes in the iron billet were caught by the burly man, and there was an uncontrollable excitement in his tone: "That's right...that's it, let's temper your soul...to shape, Tony Stark!"

That pitch-black material was not actually metal.

It is the embodiment of Tony Stark's soul, and it is also the original appearance of Zanpakuto!

Only by forging into shape can it bear the power of death!

Now.....it's about to take shape!

when! ! !

With the fall of the final hammer, the iron slab completely faded from its original darkness, bursting out with dazzling golden light!

The knife... took shape!

"I...success...?" Tony stared blankly at the knife, as if he couldn't believe himself that he actually hammered that piece of iron into shape!

"Congratulations, Tony Stark."

The burly man's eyes shone brightly: "I admit that you have conquered me, but before that, I want to ask your heart, what are you pursuing? Why did you raise this knife, why did you become the god of death? .”

There was a long silence.

Tony raised his head slowly, with a gleam in his eyes that had never been seen before: "To save lives, for the unarmed, for... my loved ones."

"Hmph... the belief of guardian?"

The burly man stretched out his arms and laughed loudly like thunder: "I have already understood your belief, and from now on I will spend my whole life guarding your belief!"

"Tony Stark!"

"I am here."

"Grip my blade and... say my name!"

Raise your hand and hold the knife.

It was just a simple action, but Tony spent several minutes.

But when Tony reached out to hold the knife, a strange feeling came to his heart.

hum-

The terrifying spiritual pressure completely swept through the space, setting off a huge storm visible to the naked eye!

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real world.

A strong hurricane suddenly rolled up, blowing away the smoke and dust that filled the surroundings.

The Green Goblin, who was chasing and killing the fleeing crowd, stopped laughing abruptly, because a man in a long black coat suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Tony Stark? You're not dead yet?" The Green Goblin narrowed his pupils slightly after seeing the man's appearance, and said in horror, "That's impossible... I've clearly seen you dead! "

"I'm dead...but I'm back from hell."

Tony's eyes were blazing like fire, and the spiritual pressure gushed out from his body, creating waves of wind and waves out of thin air.

An invisible sense of oppression approached, and the Green Goblin couldn't help pulling away from it.

"It's time to end, Goblin."

Tony slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist, and then inserted it into the ground.

"Take the world into your palm and analyze the principles of all things!"

"Beginning - Hephaestus!!!"