Crossover anime, a daily life that begins with hunting supernatural beings.

"Please fix it for me, use this as the main material."

"If possible, it would be best to upgrade him as well, as this child is starting to fall behind me."

Pointing to the remains of a short dagger and the remnants of the Aragami's core on the table, Sakurai made his final request.

He knew that if he needed something better, the unscrupulous merchant could find him something even better, but he was used to using a short dagger and wasn't going to give up his original partner.

"No problem, but it may take some time."

"As you know, weapon reforging isn't quick, let alone the fact that the materials you've prepared are the cores of the Wild God."

"We need to contact some old friends."

Finally, the bartender, who was somewhat stumped by Sakurai, thought about it and agreed to help him use his connections to find him.

Wow, this is truly a huge deal! It uses god-level materials for forging; blacksmiths of this caliber are hard to find.

"Alright, we got it. Is there anything else you need, Sakurai-kun?"

"For example, something like Ruthless used as a temporary substitute during dagger repair."

"We're a jack-of-all-trades shop. Just tell us your request, and we'll find a way to arrange it perfectly for you."

After thinking for a while, he came up with a suitable candidate from his friend list and prepared to contact the bartender to ask Sakurai if he had any other requests.

"I need a heavy weapon."

"When dealing with supernatural beings that are large or hard, a short dagger alone is somewhat insufficient."

"I need heavy weapons that can quickly penetrate armor."

After thinking for a while, Sakurai suddenly remembered the heavy weapon he had been longing for, and thought about how his battle with Aragami was almost like scraping his skin. After thinking it over, he hesitated for a moment and then stretched out another finger.

He had only planned to make three requests, but now he had one more to ask.

"Okay, no problem, where are we...?"

"An izakaya that can do anything, right? As long as the customers need it, we can get our hands on anything, not just heavy weapons, but even divine artifacts."

"This will all be a matter of minutes."

When the topic of business came up, the bartender's eyes lit up instantly. With a humble smile, he was now preoccupied with how to close this big deal.

"We have all kinds of heavy weapons here. Although they can't compare to the natural remnants synthesized from supernatural obsessions, they are all top-notch. Just tell us what you need, Sakurai."

The smiling bartender practically had his eyes glued to Sakurai.

"Do you have a sledgehammer? The bigger the better, the heavier the better."

After briefly considering his own situation, Sakurai decided he could try something different.

After thinking it over, when it comes to fighting large enemies, Sakurai still prefers to be a professional heavy armor killer in the field of armor penetration, Hammer.

Moreover, having this will make it much more convenient to disassemble things in the future.

If he saw someone he didn't like, he'd smash them to pieces, leaving them bruised and bleeding.

Convenient, quick, and efficient.

"A hammer? We actually have a suitable one here."

"never mind..."

"For Sakurai's sake, I'll give it to you for free this time."

"Let's just consider it a gift to celebrate Sakurai's slaying of the god."

After thinking it over, the bartender realized that he happened to have a suitable one.

I originally intended to keep it as a collectible, but since Sakurai-kun said so, I reluctantly gave it up.

81. Its name is the Octagonal Bright Silver Hammer

Not long after, the bartender pulled out a hammer from the vast collection of artifacts connected to the bar counter. His veins bulged as he lifted it, and it was only after Sakurai helped him that he was able to put it on the table with difficulty.

After wiping away his sweat and taking a closer look, the bartender was a little dumbfounded.

I clearly remember that I had a replica of the Golden-Winged Roc's Thunder Hammer, which belonged to Li Yuanba, the reincarnation of the Golden-Winged Roc. I even checked it carefully. How did I end up with this?

No wonder we could barely lift it. Treasures have spirits; it's not easy for someone who doesn't approve of them to forcibly use them.

If something like this happens to an old relic like me, either I've lived too long and my brain's malfunctioned, or...

Very good, this hammer must indeed be destined for Sakurai.

That's absolutely fantastic.

The bartender, who readily attributed the cause to Sakurai, nodded with a clear conscience.

Now that things have come to this, the bartender, though heartbroken, has no choice but to make the best of a bad situation.

Hopefully, Sakurai will gain recognition; then his future will be limitless.

The hammer the bartender brought out was an octagonal hammer, a divine weapon from the Warring States period of the ancient kingdom next door.

"The hammer is named the Eight-Sided Bright Silver Hammer. It is 2 feet 1 fen long and 1 foot 2 fen long. The hammer is made of silver, but it is actually made of meteorite iron mixed with the blood of the Kui ox. It was forged by master craftsmen during the Warring States period with painstaking effort over many years."

"Like its name, this hammer is based on the two octagonal bright silver hammers held by the Bingling Gong (Huang Tianhua)."

"That is, the so-called borrowing from the past."

"It is said that the craftsman forged it one-to-one based on his impression after seeing the real octagonal bright silver hammer."

"We don't know if it's true or not, but Sakurai-kun, just take it as true."

"The hammer weighs about 300 jin (150 kg) and was a good helper for a general during the Warring States period when he attacked cities. After the hammer fell into the hands of that general, it was like adding wings to a tiger."

"Invincible in battle and unconquerable in attack."

"Furthermore, the hammer contains the blood of the Kui ox, which has a considerable restraining effect on the supernatural, making it a true nemesis of non-human beings."

The bartender smiled and continued speaking.

"In short, it cannot be used by those who do not approve of it."

"After its owner died on the battlefield wrapped in a horse's hide, it disappeared from records and no one could find it again. It has been buried to this day."

"It took us a lot of effort to get it from a few good friends."

"I almost got my toe crushed."

"It can be said to be the most treasured of treasures."

"If it's Sakurai, then it's certainly a case of a fine sword matching a hero."

Looking at the hammer on the table, the bartender, who was already prepared to give it to Sakurai, couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

The bartender always boasted that everything in his inventory was top-notch.

However, among so many vast collections, this octagonal bright silver hammer is one of the top-quality heavy weapons, and is definitely not for sale among not-for-sale items.

It completely outclassed the short dagger that Sakurai used before.

If this weapon were present during the battle with the Aragami, even if the Aragami hadn't become a supernatural being, its power would have still given Sakurai a good beating.

If it weren't for Sakurai, no matter how much someone else offered, he wouldn't be able to come up with the money.

This is some really good stuff that I've kept hidden away.

Under the bartender's expectant gaze, Sakurai followed his instincts and reached out to grasp the octagonal, bright silver hammer.

A feeling of joy, like a fish in water, welled up within me.

The hammer gleamed with a faint silver light, and Sakurai seemed to feel a connection to it.

This is me...

Has it been approved?

Staring blankly at the octagonal bright silver hammer, Sakurai unconsciously thought to himself.

After hesitating for a moment, Sakurai tried to lift the hammer.

It's heavy, but it feels just right to hold.

It can be said that it is completely compatible with his strength, as if it was born for him.

After thinking for a moment, Sakurai tried waving it around a couple of times.

Then, feeling that the weight was just right, Sakurai simply started practicing in the izakaya.

曳, 挂, 砸, 擂, 冲, 云, 盖.

First with both hands, then with one hand.

Despite it being his first time using such heavy weapons, he handled them quite well.

It can be described as a smooth and effortless experience, like using one's own arm.

After a flurry of wild swings, Sakurai was extremely satisfied with the octagonal bright silver hammer the bartender had given him.

Not only Sakurai, but the eight-sided bright silver hammer that saw the light of day again also gleamed with silver light, seemingly quite satisfied with Sakurai as its new master.

"Good stuff, thanks to the shady merchant."

"I love so much."

Looking at the bartender, Sakurai expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

"If you like it, Sakurai-kun, we're happy for you too."

His smile looked worse than his tears; that's probably the best way to describe the bartender's expression right now.

Her lips twitched uncontrollably; she was practically on the verge of tears.

They even had to force a smile and congratulate Sakurai.

It's not easy for us.

"Next, I will prepare a batch of belongings as a betrothal gift to take the child away."

Without giving the other party a chance to refuse, Sakurai said it so naturally.