"Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame" - John Hurt
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A forge roars to life with fire, as a bar of metal is placed into the forge as it glows red hot. The bar of metal is taken out of the fire and is placed under a power hammer. The Hammer is brought down, hitting the metal as sparks fly of the red hot metal.
"Weapons. Tools made of metal, forged in fire."
Scene changes to an armored Rider standing in the center of a snowy field, snow falling around him.
The armor is based on swords. The helmet has a butt of a blade against the back of the helmet, the handle goes across the head to the front of the helmet with a small crossguard with a blade going down the helmet, the cross guard is covered by a red headband that goes around the helmet, just where the eyes is a visior shaped like a goggle with a menacing look. At the mouth is a silver mouthpiece, overlapping the blade. The blade continues down the neck and the chest. Where the chest has the blade going down to the end of the chestplate, 6 abs like plates connect next to the blade. 3 plates on each side. The shoulders are simple round shoulder pieces with silver calligraphy at the edges, below is a black undersuit. At the arms are gauntlets with the left gauntlet having armor pieces with seam lines between silver and dark grey armor parts, a line going down the back of the arm is like a brown handle with the hands being all silver with armor on the fingers. The right gauntlet is designed differently, at arm is 6 cylinders colloumbed 3 by 3 and in between is a flat cauldron that leads to the hand, at the center of the forge is a pop up port for a mold. The palm has a port, and their armor around the fingers. At the waist is a belt with a design of a forge, an opening on the top right goes down to the center of the forge. At the center is a mold of a double edged sword, at the bottom of the belt is a small pull switch that moves the forge. Left of the forge is a hammer lever that could be removed. The legs are armored like the hands without the hammer, and the feet are armored. With the left foot having cooling vents on the back of the leg and a furnace at the front of the leg.
"They are an extension of our very soul. The materialization of Humanity's will to fight and survive."
The Rider looks ahead to see a creature. A Grimm, but it's not like an animal like Grimm. It's the size of a normal adult human, it's body is still dark, with red markings across its body. It's body is designed with a shield motif.
"When you wield a weapon, it's your will. Every weapon is not perfect, but that's exactly what it's meant to be."
The Rider puts his left hand on the palm of his right. The cylinders on the right gauntlet glow red and orange with heat, the cylinders press down into the gauntlet before firing back up. As each cylinder does a handle begins to come out of the port on the palm. The Rider grabs the blade and begins to pull it out, the cylinders all slam into the Gauntlet. The Rider pulls a fully completed blade out of the port. The blade is simple in design but elegant in construction. Nothing excessive, nothing unnecessary. The Rider enters a battle stance, he stares down the Shield Grimm before the two charge at each other. The Rider tosses the blade into the air, getting the Grimm to look up at it. At the same time, the Rider puts out his right palm, the cylinders push in as small daggers fire out of the palm at high speeds. A few of the knife's hits, the Grimm moves his arms to deflect and block the knives. Then from above the blade from before drops down and stabs the Shield Grimm though its arms, locking it in the ground. The Rider then starts running towards the Grimm, before he jumps over firing another blade into the other arm of the Shield Grimm. Landing behind the Shield Grimm, the Rider creates another sword and swings again.
"Imperfections… No matter how big or small. Can turn a Knife, into something terrifying or soothing. But that is not what the Smiths duty to determine."
The hammer hits against the beveled edge of the blade. The Smith takes a moment to look at the straightness of the blade. Bringing the edge of the blade to face the Smith, he again hits the edge of the blade. After a few more hammer strikes the blade goes back into the forge.
"A Smith's duty, is to make the piece of metal they use, into an effective tool. No matter how it may be used, to help or harm others."
The blade is taken out of the forge and lifted up and placed into a vat of oil, the oil lights up. The fire burns, focusing on the blaze, the scene changes to the Rider jumping back to the Shield Grimm, glowing red with heat. The Shield Grimm charges at the Rider, the Rider stands up straight and reaches to his wrist on his right hand. Around it is a ring locking something.
"Our Soul, or Aura as it could also be described, is the heart and soul of every tool we make with our own two hands."
The Rider looks at the Shield Grimm, as it charges towards him. Taking a hold of his wrist lock, he readies to turn it.
"I, am the Heart of my Sword."
The Rider mutters as he turns the wrist lock and it unlocks. The cylinders on the arm start firing at high speed, the Rider slams his right hand into the ground. The ground rumbles as blades begin bursting out from the ground and they move towards the Shield Grimm, the blades surround and lock the Shield Grimm in place. The Rider then swings his right hand, as a blade emerges from the ground at an angle. The Rider then locks his wrist again, before running up the blade.
"The Hammer, the forge, the metal, the water, the oil, the grind, and all the other tools of the Forge. But what brings it all together to make a weapon… Is the heart of the Smith."
The Rider reaches down to the hammer and brings it down. "Hammer Fall!" The Rider jumps into the air, revealing a port on the sole of the left foot. Flipping in the air, the port fires off a blade into the sky, the Rider points his foot towards the Shield Grimm, the Grimm produces a shield to block. The Rider slams into the shield as a blade launches out of the foot and breaks through the shield, then the more blades begin to grow out of the blade that pierced the shield. The blades pierce the Grimm, the Rider jumps breaking off from the blade. At the same time, all the other blades shatter and explode. The Rider lands on the ground and looks to see the Shield Grimm collapse to the ground. The Rider walks over to the Grimm to see a Shield mold lodged into the shoulder. The Rider reaches down and tears out the mold, the body of the Shield Grimm cracks and falls apart leaving a Beowolf in its place. The Rider turns and walks off, before a final short sword falls down and stabs the Beowolf killing it.
"This is not a legacy that you do not have to take, Taiso. But if you decide to, it shall be yours."
The short sword handle is wrapped then at the round butt of the blade, an emblem is engraved into the butt. The emblem is a hammer and a blade crossed, and a shattered chain in the center. The smith takes a step back to observe his work. The Rider pushed the lever on his belt back in as the forge turns releasing the blade mold. The Rider takes out the mold as the armor fades away into the air. The smith removes his sweatband on his forehead, letting down his short black hair. He looks at his work with his light orange eyes, a white under shirt, a tan leather apron, long blue jeans, and leather boots. The Rider is dressed differently, tan armored running boots, blue jeans with armor on the knees and legs, with a belt, the belt has a holder, with a hammer on the left, a series of molds arranged in small pockets on a holder hanging off the belt, and a sheath for a blade at the back left of the belt, a blue shirt, a white jacket with a black outline. The Rider looks at the mold before pocketing the mold into one of the open pockets in the holder. On the holder is the same hammer, sword, and chain.
"Taiso, whatever you do with your life. You'll be incredible."
Taiso turns back to the blade still lodged in the ground, he walks over to the blade and grabs the blade with his left hand. Picking the sword up before glancing at it, Taiso swings the blade out to the left before flipping his grip on the blade and sheathing the blade. Silently, Taiso walks away, the snow still falling around him.
Rider of the Forge
Kamen Rider Forge