*Clang* *Clang* *Clang*, the sound of a hammer against an anvil, resonated in the laboratory. Nioh hadn't taken a step out in a few weeks. He was too weak too vulnerable. He was dreading the first punishment nail explosion. The heat from the burning furnace was illuminating his delicate face, now smeared by smoke and dirt.
He had established a solid retaliation plan against the hell energy that pervasively invaded his body. Early in the morning, he would practice his military boxing techniques. With weight tied to his torso, ankles, and wrists. This would effectively shred the accumulated cold during the night, while warming his body up for the rest of the day.
During the day, he would spend time near the furnace, producing dozens of identical needles. He had begun the process of building his ultimate weapon. He had to control his strength, body movement, and dexterity to produce identical needles that would serve as integral parts of the weapon.
