Chapter 174
He entered the studio at the age of eight.
He took a hammer when he was twelve, and made his first sword when he was fourteen.
Actually, it wasn’t a sword. It was just scrap metal that was thinly cut by beating hot iron.
It was the fifteenth winter that made a sword worthy of being called a weapon. He said he liked the famous swordsman and handed him a gold coin.
Thinking he had a talent for hammering, he refused his father’s advice and opened his own workshop.
Perhaps it was because the swordsman who bought the sword he made for the first time gradually built up his reputation, customers came in endlessly.
He expanded the workshop and accepted an inexperienced blacksmith to increase his work. He raked in money at a young age by supplying weapons to numerous organizations.
The workshop gradually grew, and gold coins piled up like a mountain. Gradually, the days of holding a hammer decreased, and more time was spent going out and spending only money. A successful life at a young age. It was a life that everyone would envy.
An accident happened while I was enjoying life like that.
The quality of the swords and shields delivered in large quantities was not inspected properly because they met the deadline, and the soldiers who went to subjugate the monsters were killed or seriously injured.
The kingdom had demanded a huge amount of reparation, and most of the money they had accumulated during that time was barely able to meet their demands.
The money I had accumulated over ten years was gone, but that wasn’t the problem.
That a person died because of the clumsy weapon I made.
I realized that what I have made so far is not a tool for trade, but a weapon that saves and kills people’s lives.
I realized that I was a blacksmith, not a merchant.
It was then that I understood why my father was against leaving the workshop so quickly. He had the skills, but he was not prepared, so he expected such an accident.
From that day on, I spent every day drinking. drank, drank and drank again.
I couldn’t stand the thought of those who died from my weapons without drinking.
After living as a drunkard for ten years, he went back to the ruined workshop, thinking that he would lose all his wealth and end his life.
As I was about to die in the workshop I built myself, I caught my eye on a hammer placed on the brazier.
The first hammer my father bought. It’s a hammer I’ve been holding for over 10 years, so I thought I’d grab it for the last time and die.
The moment I grabbed the hammer, I cried without knowing it. After that incident, he sat down alone and cried all day, as if his emotions had exploded.
After sobbing to the point where no more tears came out, I got up. Miraculously, the thought of dying was erased with tears.
He grabbed his father’s hammer and lit a rusty brazier. Scrap metal and junk were put into the blazing flame.
All that was left of me was the desire to hammer.
hammered the iron
hammered the iron
hammered the iron
Money, fame, emotions, life, all melted in a furnace, just beating iron.
So much time passed, and when I came to my senses, I was given the title of Continental Craftsman, and made a sword for the uninhabited man called the Continent’s strongest.
Beyond the regrets of his youth, he achieved great success and even had a family.
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Now all I need to do is enjoy a satisfying life, but something is missing. An unknown lack made a hole in the heart.
it was simma The despair of not being able to make a sword better than the Jincheon sword weighed on his whole body.
He put down the hammer he had been holding for a long time and ran away with the excuse of making gold bullets.
I spent ten years in vain, consoling myself that I was working hard.
As I was about to go back to give up everything, a blond kid came to me.
He was short and skinny for his age, but his eyes were cold. He said he wanted to feel the fire, so I told him to do whatever he wanted. Because it was obvious that I couldn’t stand it anyway.
But it wasn’t. The blonde little boy endured the heat that even experienced blacksmiths had to leave the crane and run away for several months, and eventually created the auror.
The legendary gold bullet was born, but it was not the gold bullet that his eyes were pursuing, but the little boy.
The desire to make a sword for someone arose after several decades, and he promised to make a weapon first.
After that, I spent five years building my body and cultivating my mind, and the kid came to me. The kid, who has grown to the point of being willing, has made the best materials and situations through various relationships.
The day the sword is made. After raising the heat of the furnace to the limit with gold charcoal, the iron balls were put in.
Watching the slowly melting metals, I burned the impurities in my heart.
Even the ambition to surpass the Jincheon Sword and the desire to leave the best work before I die melted in the flames.
What was left behind was the blacksmith’s instinct to want to beat the iron. He took out the molten iron balls along with other thoughts from the furnace and picked up a hammer.
knocked on the iron
knocked on the iron
knocked on the iron
I forgot who I was and just knocked on the iron, just like I did 50 years ago when I was alone in a ruined workshop.
As if in response to the concentration of sharpened blades, the three types of iron with different grains were mixed and the shape of the sword was slowly revealed.
dark black. Like the Jincheon sword made of gold, the entire blade was black.
He put the sword into the furnace, took it out, and struck again. Gradually it took shape and the blade was set, but the black light that covered the sword did not disappear.
Sprinkle with cran powder and put it back into the furnace. The black, which should have been sparkling white like a snowfield, still could not erase the black light.
knocked and knocked again. It would have been nice if this was the last work. I forgot time and kept hitting the hammer.
It took the form of a sword and gave off an anticipation that made people goosebumps, but the black light that covered the blade remained the same.
“I don’t know.”
For decades, holding a hammer and striking iron, he could not accurately determine whether this sword was completed or not. It was the first time something like this had happened.
Woo woo woo!
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Not knowing what to do anymore, the sword cried out alone as the hammer was lowered. A sound different from the swordsmen breathing with the master. It was a cry for the owner.
“Ah, uncle!”
“wait.”
Putting Haran back in embarrassment, he watched the sword cry. The sword floated in the air with a rough vibration.
oh oh oh
It started flying slowly to Raon, who was sitting at the end of the workshop, as if there was a black string that came up by itself.
Whoa!
The upside-down sword reached Raon’s nose and burst into tears again. When he was about to fall to the floor as if he had exhausted his strength, Raon, who was sitting as if dead, reached out and grabbed the sword.
Chewy!
The sword held in Raon’s hand provoked a strong vibration. As the shaking intensified, the black light buried in the blade became ashes and flew away, and the blade white as snow appeared.
flash!
Raon opened his eyes when a bright light like a snowfield shone from the sword. blue and red. Two colors each filled his eyes, emitting a mysterious light.
It was then that I realized
That sword was really born for Raon.
* * *
Raon looked at the sword in his hand and narrowed his eyes. It’s the first time I’ve held it, but it’s surprisingly snug in my hand. The lost half feels like it has been found.
Woo woo woo woo!
Just by holding the sword, the aura of the manga artist and Glacier rises. The ability to amplify the auras of gold, fine iron, and cold blood seemed to have gotten much stronger.
“Huh, I am.”
Balkan smirked and sat down on the floor.
“It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a sword fly away to find its owner.”
“ah… .”
I immediately realized that it was true. If the sword had not flown by itself, this sword would not have been held in his hand.
“I thought it was unfinished, but it was only completed after meeting the owner.”
Balkan let out an elastic breath.
“That is your sword. Raon Sieghard. It is a sword that only you and only you can use.”
He continued to speak after sweeping down the white gleaming sword with his possessed eyes.
“And my greatest masterpiece.”
“Are you saying this guy is higher than Jincheon Sword?”
“That is a different story. Because the material of Jincheon Sword is all gold. It’s hard to say win. However, the sword that contains all of me is not the Jincheon sword, but the sword that has no name yet. Back then, I just pounded the hammer.”
Balkan murmured that he had unraveled the circle and hunger. I don’t know, but I felt like I was thinking about the past.
“Do you have a name in mind?”
“no. Not yet.”
“Then can I build it for you?”
“of course.”
Raon made eye contact with Balkan and nodded. The craftsman who made the original sword gave it a name, so there was no reason to refuse.
“Jincheon means to ring the sky. So, how are you in Heaven?”
“You mean leading the sky?”
“okay. Don’t be broken, try to lead the sky yourself. With that sword, it will be possible.”
“It’s an arrogant name, but I like it.”
“I’m happy.”
Balkan and Raon looked at the sword and smiled together.
‘Jecheon Sword.’
As Raon gripped his sword, a message appeared in front of his eyes.
[You have absorbed all of the Red Dragon Turtle’s heat.]
[The achievement of the Ring of Fire increases.]
[Comic artist’s achievement increases.]
[Glassia’s achievement increases.]
[All stats increase by 3 points.]
It was a message that he had accepted the unorganized energy from within. But that wasn’t all.
[Your own weapon has been created for the first time.]
[Legendary weapon
[All stats have increased by 2 points.]
He said that he had his own weapon for the first time and raised his stats.
Judging by the increased stats and the increased achievement of the Ring of Fire and Aurors, it crossed the Master’s wall close to the Seven Ridges. Now, the wall beyond the wall is beginning to be visible little by little.
‘Not much left.’
At the latest, it seemed that he could break the master’s wall next year.
‘In the future… .’
– Ouch!
As Raon clenched his fists in anticipation, Lars popped out of his bracelet.
-In addition! Another start!
He looked at the message as if anger was rising, and his eyes widened.
– How much do you have to take out the main body of the main king to feel cool! you are the guy
‘Roast Tutan Pork.’
-uh? Well?
‘The whole Tutan pork is waiting for us.’
– Off… .
As soon as he said the word “Tutan Pig Whole Pork”, Lars’ sharp cold air began to subside like a feather.
– Rain, damn it.
He was angry, but he seemed to be patient with the expectation of whole roasting. He looked like a demon king of gluttony who took a job disguised in anger.
“You worked hard too.”
Balkan smiled as he saw Haran leaning his back against the wall.
“I was also immersed in Raon, but I survived thanks to you moving without breaking that concentration. He was blushing and running around well.”
“Ttt, there are a lot of good things to say, but what’s the point of flirting?”
Haran frowned and grunted.
‘exactly.’
Leon nodded his head. It is very difficult to move in the right place at the right time without breaking your concentration in a situation where both Balkan and yourself are immersed.
As Balkan praised, Harran seemed gifted.
“thank you for your effort.”
“Hmm… .”
When Raon greeted her, Haran scratched her head in embarrassment.
“Hey, let’s ventilate! I’ve been locked up here for two days and I’ll be very behind… 100 million!”
As he opened the tightly closed iron door, he saw the man standing in front of him and, startled, stepped back.
In front of the door was Runan with her silver hair down on her left shoulder. Seeing that his eyes are slightly red, it seems that he has been waiting for quite a while.
“it’s over?”
Runan tilted his head while holding the first silver sword he had ever seen in his arms.
“Looks like you’re done.”
“yes.”
Runan pulled out the sword he was holding in his arms and held it forward. A cool anticipation permeated the blade that looked lofty, silver like her hair. Just by looking at it, I could tell that it was a great sword.
The scabbard was engraved with blue petals fluttering, and even graceful. Runan’s expression was the same, but seeing his slightly red cheeks, he seemed to like him a lot.
“It’s just that guy-like sword. You did it right.”
Balkan nodded his head in admiration for Runan’s sword.
“Laon. I plan to make your scabbard from the shell of a red dragon turtle. Please make it colorful and firm so that it can be used like a stick.”
He clenched his fists as if not to worry, though he looked clearly exhausted.
“Haran. You help too.”
“yes. No, yes! All right!”
Haran tapped her chest with her clenched fists as if to leave it to her.
“thank you.”
Raon stood up and bowed his head to Balkan and Haran.
“I was able to get this sword thanks to Giyeon who met the master.
“Giyeon?”
I looked up at the voice of Balkan that seemed to ask a question.
“Did you accidentally get any of the materials for making that sword? The reason that child gave you cold blood, that gold bullets were made, and that I decided to make a sword was all because of you.”
“A country is a person… .”
“The Jecheon Sword was not made by Giyeon, but by your relationship.”
Balkan came over with a soft smile and patted his shoulder.
“There is nothing wrong with the path you have taken so far. Keep moving forward.”
The word ‘connection’ and the saying that there is nothing wrong pierces my heart. Even the hellish life of my previous life felt like it was being comforted.
“… yes.”
Raon bit his trembling lips and lowered his head once more.
“thank you.”
really.
* * *
two days later.
On Raon’s waist was a scabbard with a samurai sword. The golden light like dawn and the dark red of the sunset harmoniously harmonize, making it the perfect scabbard to hold the sword that leads the sky.
I was amazed by Balkan and Harran, who made such a work with the shell of a red dragon turtle, which was simply hard.
“Then let’s go.”
Raon bowed his head to Balkan in front of the workshop.
“I’m sorry. I may have a little more.”
“The mission will start soon, so I think I will have to prepare as a non-stop leader.”
“Well, Danju is that idiot, so you must be busy.”
Balkan clicked his tongue saying the world would end.
“Yes. Yes.”
Raon smiled and nodded his head.
“Then what are you going to do with that now?”
Vulcan pointed to the shell, nails, claws and teeth of the Red Dragon Turtle in the workshop.
“I’m having a hard time right now and I don’t have the energy to do anything with that.”
He waved his hands like a fan. It’s not true that he made the sword and sheath, and his wrinkles increased as if he had aged 10 years.
“sorry.”
“No need to apologize. Because I just wanted to make a sword. I was satisfied enough.”
Balkan laughed uncontrollably. It was a face that had no regrets.
“Then that… .”
“Leave it to me!”
As Raon was about to speak, Haran, who was behind him, leapt forward.
“If you leave it to me, I will make the best weapons with those materials.”
Having said that, he knelt down and bowed his head.
“I don’t know.”
Balkan shrugged as if to do as he pleases.
“You haven’t settled the bet we made when we first met, have you?”
“Hey!”
Haran screamed as if he had just remembered.
“Since it was a matter of listening, I will tell you the conditions. Work as the exclusive blacksmith of the Gwangpungdan until you make a sword that will stick to my heart.”
Raon smiled as she looked into Haran’s eyes, where a serious light began to sprout. Haran is gifted enough to be recognized by the Balkans, and since he’s started to come to his senses in the last four days, he’s sure to be an excellent fielder.
It would certainly be of great help if he could use him as the exclusive blacksmith of the Gwangpungdan.
“No, I will definitely do it! thank you!”
Haran nodded his head coldly.
“Then I will give you my first assignment. Please make basic armor for 34 swordsmen using the materials of the Red Dragon Turtle.”
“Basic armor… .”
“Can you?”
“of course! Anything.”
He smiled as if to believe him.
“Don’t even look at me. Whether this idiot is doing the right thing or not.”
Balkan grinned as he stroked Haran’s head.
“Then we will go.”
“I will come again.”
Raon and Runan bowed their heads to the two of them, then grabbed a new sword and went down the hill.
“Hmm… .”
Balkan smiled faintly as he looked at the back of those two people.
“I am looking forward to seeing how much progress it will make next time.”
Since the Master is a 17-year-old swordsman who is in sight, if his name is known, the entire continent will be shaken.
Looking forward to the majesty of the Jecheon Sword that Raon will wield in the future, the strength of his hand went into his hands.
“Uncle! what are you doing there Hurry up and help! I can’t hear this alone!”
Haran’s voice came from inside the workshop. The guy, who had been living as a bad guy for two years, came to his senses in just four days and showed the same passion he used to be.
Raon said thank you, but this was the one I was really thankful for.
“i get it. Okay!”
Balkan prayed good luck to Raon and Runan, who were moving away, and entered the workshop where a loud noise was heard.
* * *
Raon and Runan headed to the dwarf’s hammer in the corner of Myrtan Village. As Haran said, even though it was on the outskirts of town, there were a lot of people inside.
– Whoops, I’m attracted to the scent first. You can feel the aroma of the sauce made with those 50 ingredients.
Lars fluttered his tongue with excitement from the entrance.
‘Calm down.’
– You can eat proper food in a few days. Do you really look like that? You can never stand still.
‘Then be patient. I’ll eat it soon.’
Raon forcibly grabbed Lars, calmed them down, and went into the tavern.
“welcome!”
The clerk ran out and smiled.
“Are you two?”
“yes.”
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Nodding his head, he led me to a seat inside.
“What would you like to order?”
The clerk handed the menu board and politely joined hands.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Eating Raon.”
Runan just blinked as if asking for the same thing.
“Then, for two whole Tutan pork… .”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
The clerk wrinkled his forehead and bowed his head.
“The material has run out.”
“Are you running out of ingredients?”
“The news of catching a red dragon turtle recently brought people from all over the place and ran out of ingredients.”
– Oops!
As soon as the ingredients ran out, a strange sound echoed from Lars’ throat.
“Well then, when will the ingredients… .”
“If not, it will take a week.”
I’m sorry, but that’s it. I can’t wait a week or so.
– Dude, why… .
Flames of cold blazed from Lars’ whole body.
-Why the hell is it that the main king only wants to eat?
‘I can’t help it. The material… .’
– It’s all because of you, isn’t it? You brought that tortoise and it’s been three months! Did you sell them all?
‘Well… .’
Raon scratched the back of his head. That was the right thing to say, so I couldn’t respond.
‘I’ll have to release it with something else.’
It seemed that Lars’ mood would be relieved by eating other food instead of whole Tutan pork.
“Then do you have any menu recommendations?”
“There is one menu that is not quite as good as the whole roast, but is quite popular.”
“what is that?”
“Blacksmith is set! From warm onion stew, to soft bread, to stir-fried chicken covered in sweet sauce. It’s a menu you can’t miss!”
“uh… .”
Raon swallowed dry saliva and lowered his head. What Lars hated the most was the set meal, but even the diet was the same as Habun-seong.
-Formally. again formal. Wherever you go, there’s a set meal… .
‘That’s of course… .’
-Shut up!
As expected, a thunderous lightning bolt exploded from Lars’ eyes.
– What the hell! Did you even squeeze it all together! How is the menu the same as that damn castle scout meal?!
The guy looked up at the ceiling and shouted evil.
-The world hates you!
At first I thought it was about his son, but damn!
P.s. Poor Wrath, can’t even enjoy a nice meal.