I entered the workshop at the age of eight.
I picked up a hammer when I was twelve, and made my first sword when I was fourteen.
Actually, it wasn’t a sword. It was just scrap metal that had been thinly sliced by hitting heated iron.
It was during the fifteenth winter that I made a sword that could truly be called a weapon. He said he liked the famous prosecutor and placed a gold coin in his hand.
Thinking that he had a talent for hammering, he refused his father’s dissuasion and opened his own workshop.
Perhaps because the swordsman who bought the first sword he made gradually built up his reputation, an endless stream of customers came in.
The workshop was expanded and inexperienced blacksmiths were accepted to increase the number of jobs. He supplied weapons to numerous organizations and earned money at a young age.
The workshop gradually grew, and gold coins piled up like a mountain. Gradually, the number of days holding a hammer decreased, and the time spent just going outside and spending money increased. A successful life at a young age. It was truly a life that everyone would envy.
While I was enjoying life like that, an accident happened.
Due to problems with the quality of the swords and shields that were delivered in large quantities, they were not inspected properly to meet the deadline, and the soldiers who went to subdue the monsters died or were seriously injured.
The kingdom demanded a huge amount of compensation, and they were barely able to meet their demands by giving most of the wealth they had accumulated.
The money I had accumulated over ten years was gone, but that wasn’t the problem.
A person died because of a clumsy weapon I made.
I realized that what I had made so far was not a business tool, but a weapon that could save and kill people.
I realized that I was not a merchant, but a blacksmith.
Only then did I understand why my father was opposed to leaving the workshop so quickly. Although he had the skills, he expected an accident like this to occur because he was not mentally prepared.
From that day on, I spent every day drinking. I drank, drank, and drank again.
If I didn’t drink, I couldn’t bear the thought of the people who died because of my weapons.
After living as a drunkard for ten years, he lost all his little money and returned to his ruined workshop with the intention of taking his own life.
As I was about to die in the workshop I had built, a hammer placed on top of the brazier caught my eye.
The first hammer my father bought me. Since it was a hammer that I had been holding for over 10 years, I thought I would hold it for the last time and then die.
The moment I grabbed the hammer, I started crying without even realizing it. After that incident, her accumulated emotions seemed to explode and she sat alone and cried all day.
After sobbing to the point where no more tears could come out, I stood up. Strangely enough, the thought of dying was erased along with the tears.
I grabbed my father’s hammer and started a fire in the rusty furnace. Scrap metal and miscellaneous thoughts were thrown into the burning flame.
All I had left was the desire to hammer.
struck the iron
struck the iron
struck the iron
Money, fame, emotions, life, everything was melted in the furnace and the iron was just pounded.
After so much time had passed and I came to my senses, I was given the title of continental craftsman, and I had made a sword for a warrior who was said to be the strongest on the continent.
He went beyond the regrets of his youth, achieved great success, and even started a family.
Now all I had to do was enjoy a satisfying life, but something was missing. An unknown lack created a hole in my heart.
That was Simma. The despair of not being able to make a sword better than Jincheon Sword weighed on his whole body.
He put down the hammer he had been holding for a long time and ran away, making the excuse that he was going to make gold bullets.
I spent ten years in vain, consoling myself that I was making an effort.
Just when I was about to give up and go back, a blond kid came to me.
He was short and thin for his age, but his eyes were cold and sunken. She said she would feel the fire, so she did as she pleased. It was obvious that she wouldn’t be able to endure it anyway.
But no. The blond kid endured the heat that drove even skilled blacksmiths away for several months and eventually created an auror.
The legendary Geumtan was born, but it was not Geumtan that his eyes were after, but that little boy.
A 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 refining my mind, and that little boy came. The little boy, who has grown to be willing, has created the best materials and situations through various relationships.
The day of making the sword. After increasing the heat of the furnace to the extreme with gold charcoal, iron lumps were thrown in.
Watching the metals slowly melting, I burned away the impurities in my heart.
Even the ambition to surpass Jincheon Sword and the desire to leave behind the best work before death were melted in the flames.
What remained beneath that was the blacksmith’s instinct to pound iron. He took out a piece of melted iron from the furnace along with other miscellaneous thoughts and picked up a hammer.
struck the iron
struck the iron
struck the iron
Just like in the abandoned workshop 50 years ago, I forgot who I was and just knocked on the metal.
As if responding to the concentration that had been refined into a blade, three types of iron with different textures were mixed together, slowly revealing the shape of the sword.
Deep black. Like the Jincheon sword made of gold, the entire body of the sword was black.
He put the sword in the brazier, took it out, and struck it again. Gradually, the shape took shape and the blade sharpened, but the black color covering the sword body was not erased.
I sprinkled some kran powder and put it back into the furnace. The sword, which should have sparkled as white as a snowy field, has still not been able to erase the black light.
I knocked and knocked again. It would have been nice if this was my last work. I even forgot about time and kept hitting the hammer.
The shape of the 10,000 swords was taken, and it radiated an air of anticipation that gave goosebumps, but the black light covering the blade remained the same.
“I don’t know.”
Even after holding a hammer and striking iron for decades, he could not accurately determine whether this sword was finished. It was my first time like this.
Wooooow!
When I lowered the hammer without knowing what to do anymore, the sword cried alone. A different sound from the sword that breathes with its owner. It was a cry calling for its owner.
“Ah, father!”
“wait.”
I pushed the embarrassed Haran back and watched the sword cry. The sword floated in the air with a rough vibration.
Goooooh.
As if it had a black string that floated on its own, it began to slowly fly towards Raon, who was sitting at the end of the workshop.
Ugh!
The upside-down sword reached Raon’s nose and burst into tears once again. As he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and was about to fall to the floor, Raon, who was sitting as if dead, stretched out his hand and grabbed his sword.
Yikes!
The sword held in Raon’s hand causes intense vibration. As the shaking intensified, the black light on the sword body turned into ash and flew away, revealing a sword body as white as snow.
Flash!
Raon opened his eyes when a brilliant light, like a snowy field illuminated by the sun, shimmered from his sword body. Blue and red. Two colors each filled his eyes, emitting a mysterious light.
Only then did I realize it.
That sword is truly a sword born for Raon.
* * *
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sword in his hand. He holds it for the first time, but it surprisingly sticks to his hand. It feels like his missing half has been found.
Wooooow!
Just holding the sword makes Mangagong and Glacia’s energy rise. The auror amplification ability of gold metal, fine iron, and cold blood seemed to have become much stronger.
“Huh, me.”
Vulcan collapsed on the floor, laughing as if he was dumbfounded.
“This is my first time seeing a sword fly away to find its owner.”
“ah… .”
I realized right away that that was true. If the sword hadn’t flown by itself, he wouldn’t have been holding this sword in his hand.
“I thought it was unfinished, but it wasn’t until I met the owner that it was completed.”
Vulcan let out an exasperated breath.
“That is your sword. Raon Sieghardt. “It is a sword that only follows you and that only you can use.”
He glanced at the white, sparkling sword body with his mesmerized eyes before speaking.
“And my masterpiece.”
“Are you saying this guy is higher than Jincheon Sword?”
“That’s a different story. The material of Jincheon Sword is all gold. It’s hard to say we’ll win. However, the sword that I put everything into is not the Jincheon Sword, but the sword that does not yet have a name. “I went back and just pounded the hammer.”
Vulcan muttered that he felt relieved, saying he had resolved his resentment. I’m not sure, but it felt like I was thinking about old times.
“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. Since the name was given by the craftsman who originally made the sword, there was no reason to refuse it.
“Jincheon means making the sky cry. So, how is Jecheon (提天) for you?”
“Do you mean leading the sky?”
“okay. Don’t be discouraged and try to lead the sky yourself. “It will be possible if the sword is together.”
“It’s an arrogant name, but I like it.”
“Thank goodness.”
Balkan and Raon smiled together as they looked at the sword.
‘Jecheon Sword.’
As Raon held the sword tightly, a message appeared before his eyes.
[You have absorbed all the heat of the Red Dragon Turtle.]
[The achievement of Ring of Fire increases.]
[Cartoon Ball’s achievement increases.]
[Glacia’s achievement increases.]
[All abilities increase by 3 points.]
It was a message about accepting the unorganized energy inside. But that wasn’t everything.
[For the first time, your own weapon was created.]
[The legendary weapon considers you its owner.]
[All abilities have increased by 2 points.]
He said he had his own weapon for the first time and his abilities increased.
Judging from the increased ability levels and the Ring of Fire and Aurors that have increased achievements, the master’s wall has been crossed close to the seven-part ridge. Now I am starting to see beyond that wall little by little.
‘There isn’t much left.’
I felt like I could break down the master wall next year at the latest.
‘In the future… .’
-Ugh!
When Raon clenched his fists in anticipation, Lass suddenly popped out of the bracelet.
-also! Here we go again!
I rolled my eyes at the message as if I was filled with anger.
-How much of the king’s body must be removed to feel refreshed! A guy like you
‘Roasted whole Tutan pig.’
-uh? hmm?
‘A whole roasted Tutan pig is waiting for us.’
-Okay… .
As soon as he said the words “roasted Tutan pig,” Lars’ sharp coldness began to subside like cotton.
-Rain, damn it.
Although he was angry, he seemed to be holding back in anticipation of the whole roast. He looked like the devil of gluttony disguised as anger.
“You did a good job too.”
Vulcan smiled as he looked at Haran, who was leaning his back against the wall.
“Both Raon and I were immersed, and we survived thanks to you moving without breaking our concentration. “It was moving around easily.”
“Tsk, you have a lot of good things to say, but what do you mean by blushing?”
Haran frowned and grunted.
‘surely.’
Raon nodded. It is very difficult to move in the right place at the right time without breaking concentration when both Vulcan and yourself are immersed.
As Balkan praised, Haran seemed to have talent.
“Thank you for your effort.”
“Hmm… .”
When Raon greeted him with his eyes, Haran scratched the hair below his ears out of embarrassment.
“Woah, let’s get some air! I’ve been stuck here for two days, and I’m going to be in a lot of trouble… 100 million!”
He opened the tightly closed iron door wide, but took a step back in surprise when he saw the person standing in front of him.
In front of the door was Runaan, her silver hair falling over her left shoulder. Her eyes were slightly red, so it seemed like she had been waiting for quite a while.
“it’s over?”
Runaan tilted her head, holding a silver sword she had never seen before.
“I guess you’re done too.”
“huh.”
Runaan pulled out the sword she was holding in her arms and held it out forward. The elegant-looking blade, as silvery as her hair, was imbued with a cool air of anticipation. Just by looking at her, you could tell that she was an amazing swordsman.
The scabbard was engraved with the image of fluttering blue flower petals, giving it elegance. Runaan’s expression remained the same, but looking at her slightly red cheeks, she seemed to really like it.
“It’s a sword just like that guy. “You made it right.”
Vulcan nodded greatly, admiring Runaan’s sword.
“Raon. I plan to make your scabbard from the shell of a red dragon turtle. “I’ll attach it flashily yet firmly so you can use it like a club.”
Although he looked clearly exhausted, he clenched his fists as if to tell him not to worry.
“Haran. “You too, help.”
“huh. No, yes! All right!”
Haran pounded his chest with his tightly clenched fist as if asking me to leave it to him.
“thank you.”
Raon stood up and bowed his head to Balkan and Haran.
“Thanks to meeting my father-in-law, I was able to obtain this sword.
“A coincidence?”
I raised my head when I heard Vulcan’s voice asking a question.
“Did you get any of the materials to make that sword by chance? “The reason that child gave you cold blood, the creation of gold bullets, and the fact that I decided to make a sword were all because of a person called you.”
“I am a person… .”
“The Jecheon Sword was created not by chance, but by your destiny.”
Vulcan came over with a soft smile and tapped his shoulder.
“The path you have taken so far has not been wrong. “Please continue to move forward.”
The word ‘fate’ and the words that nothing was wrong touch my heart. I felt like I was comforted even by the hellish life of my previous life.
“… yes.”
Raon bit his trembling lip and lowered his head once again.
“thank you.”
really.
* * *
two days later.
On Raon’s waist was a sheath with a lead sword attached to it. The golden color of the dawn and the dark red of the sunset harmoniously combined, making it perfect for the sheath that holds the sword that guides the sky.
I was impressed by Vulkan and Haran who created this work using the shell of the red dragon turtle, which was just hard.
“Then let’s go.”
Raon bowed his head to Vulkan in front of the workshop.
“It’s a shame. “I can stay a little longer.”
“The mission will begin soon, so I think I should prepare as the assistant leader.”
“Well, since Danju is that bastard, you must be busy.”
Balkan clicked his tongue, saying that the world was coming to an end.
“yes. Yes.”
Raon smiled and nodded.
“Then what are you going to do with that now?”
Vulkan pointed to the shell, fingernails, claws, and teeth of the red dragon turtle in the workshop.
“I’m so tired now that I don’t have the energy to do anything with it.”
He waved his hand as if fanning himself. What he said wasn’t a lie. After making the sword and sheath, he had wrinkles as if he had aged 10 years.
“sorry.”
“There is no need to apologize. Because I just wanted to make a sword. “I was fully satisfied.”
Vulcan laughed without hesitation. It was an expression with no regrets.
“Then that…” .”
“Leave it to me!”
As Raon was about to speak, Haran, who was behind him, jumped forward and came out.
“If you leave it to me, I will make the best weapon out of those materials.”
While saying that, he knelt down and bowed his head.
“I don’t know.”
Vulcan shrugged his shoulders as if to do as he pleased.
“You still haven’t settled the bet you made when we first met, right?”
“Hi!”
Haran screamed as if he had finally remembered it.
“Since you are willing to accept anything, I will tell you the conditions. “Work as the Gwangpungdan’s exclusive blacksmith until you create the sword that suits my heart.”
Raon smiled as he looked at Haran’s eyes, where a serious light had begun to shine. Haran says she has a talent that Vulcan recognizes, and she has started to come to her senses over the past four days, so she will definitely be an excellent field manager.
It was certain that using him as the Gwangpungdan’s exclusive blacksmith would be of great help.
“Well, I will do it no matter what! thank you!”
Haran quickly nodded.
“Then I will give you your first mission. Please make basic armor for the 34 swordsmen using the materials from the Red Dragon Turtle.”
“Basic armor… .”
“Can you do it?”
“of course! “As much as you want.”
He grinned as if asking me to believe him.
“Let me take a look too. “I wonder if this idiot is doing his job properly or not.”
Balkan patted Haran’s head and smiled.
“Then we’ll just leave.”
“I’ll come again.”
Raon and Runan bowed their heads to the two men, then grabbed their new swords and went down the hill.
“hmm… .”
Balkan smiled slightly as he looked at the backs of the two people.
“I’m looking forward to seeing how much progress you make next time I see you.”
A 17-year-old swordsman with the Master in his sights, if his name were to become known, the entire continent would be shaken.
I was anticipating the majesty of the Jecheon Sword that Raon would wield in the future, so my hands naturally gained strength.
“Father! What are you doing there! Come quickly and help! “I can’t listen to this alone!”
Haran’s voice was heard from inside the workshop. The guy who had been living as a disabled person for two years came to his senses in just four days and showed the same passion as his old self, which made me laugh even though I had no strength.
Raon said thank you, but what he was really thankful for was this.
“i get it. okay!”
Balkan wished 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, it was famous because even though it was on the outskirts of the village, there were many people inside.
-Whoa, the scent is what attracts me. You can feel the aroma of the sauce made with those 50 ingredients.
Lars was excited from the entrance and flicked his tongue.
‘Calm down.’
-It’s the first time you’ve eaten proper food in a few days. Does it really look real? You can never stay still.
‘Then just be patient. ‘I’ll eat it soon.’
Raon forcibly caught Lars, calmed him down, and entered the bar.
“welcome!”
The clerk ran out and smiled brightly.
“Are you two?”
“yes.”
I nodded and was shown to a seat inside.
“What would you like to order?”
The clerk handed me the menu and put my hands together politely.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Eating Raon.”
Runaan just blinked as if asking for the same thing.
“Then, two servings of whole roasted Tutan pork…” .”
“Oh, I’m really sorry.”
The clerk frowned and lowered his head.
“We are out of ingredients.”
“Are we running out of ingredients?”
“Recently, because of the news that a red dragon turtle was caught, people came from all over and we ran out of ingredients.”
-Oh my!
As soon as they said they had run out of ingredients, a strange sound came from Lars’ throat.
“Hmm, then when will I get the ingredients…?” .”
“I think it will take a week even if I can’t do it.”
Sorry, but that’s it. Because I can’t wait a week.
-Why on earth… .
A cold flame blazed all over Lass’ body.
-Why on earth is it not there when the king wants to eat it?
‘It can’t be helped. The ingredients… .’
-Isn’t it all because of you? These four months happened because you brought that turtle! They should have sold it all a long time ago!
‘hmm… .’
Raon scratched the back of his head. That was true, so I couldn’t reply.
‘I guess I should release it with something else.’
It seemed like Ras would feel better if he ate something else instead of the whole roasted Tutan pig.
“Then is there a menu you recommend?”
“There is one menu item that is quite popular, although not as popular as the whole roast.”
“what is that?”
“Blacksmith’s Meal! Warm onion stew, soft bread, and stir-fried chicken covered in sweet sauce. “It’s an incredibly delicious menu!”
“uh… .”
Raon swallowed dryly and lowered his head. What Lars hated most was regular meals, and even the diet was the same as Habun Castle.
-Formally. Another official meal. Wherever you go, there is set meal… .
‘Of course… .’
-shut up!
As expected, blue lightning exploded from Lars’ eyes.
-Holy shit! Did you make it all up? How can even the menu be the same as that damn castle’s scout menu!
The guy looked up at the ceiling and screamed.
-The world hates you!
