The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 107

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 107

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully Episode 107

Blacksmith Yu Seong-woo (2)

“Is there anything you can’t do, Master? You’re good at fighting, cooking, and blacksmithing. Are you also good at… that kind of thing?”

“Why, you want to find out?”

“Oh… really?”

“Look at you, eyes all wide. You think I’m serious? Get a grip.”

Yu Seong-woo, who was sitting in front of the furnace hammering a sword, retorted.

It wasn’t a distant memory.

The past, sitting before the furnace, hammering away at the request of his disciple who was whining for a new sword because his broke.

The memory of idly chatting while staring into the red flames of the furnace.

“But seriously, Master, aren’t you interested in that kind of stuff? Most guys are crazy about it. Are you perhaps impotent? Can’t get it up? If that’s the case… I’ll still take care of you. Master, you’re so lucky to have such a cute disciple.”

“Shut your mouth before I melt all your swords down. My brain isn’t located in my lower body. Besides, that’s when a human is at their most vulnerable. I have no intention of exposing my weaknesses.”

“That’s a real disease, you know……”

He’d rather it be a real disease.

If he could avoid death with something like that.

Besides, the reason Yu Seong-woo avoided it was that the people of this world had a slightly… no, a significantly lower sense of hygiene compared to the modern people he was used to.

Anyway, Yu Seong-woo sat before the anvil and swung his hammer countless times.

The heated metal changed its form several times according to his will.

The metal gradually changed, as if he were kneading clay.

Yu Seong-woo smiled faintly as he watched it take the shape of a sword.

His disciple, who was watching the scene, opened his mouth.

“Master really looks happy when he’s making a sword. It’s like he’s completely immersed in his own world, undisturbed by anyone.”

Yu Seong-woo turned his head at the voice he heard.

But there was no disciple there… only a lingering voice remained.

-Master, I’ll entrust my sword to you. Forever, always… for life…….

The voice gradually faded away.

Yu Seong-woo returned to reality with it. He realized that this was not another world, but the workshop of Meteor Industries.

The Swordmaster, who had been struggling in the past, faced reality and looked at what was in his hands.

It was no different from the past.

A lump of iron and a hammer.

And an anvil and a furnace.

What he had to do was clear, so he moved his hands without rest.

He hammered the lump of iron.

The power control of the hammer striking the lump of iron was delicate and perfect.

Masters who have reached the pinnacle do not swing a hammer even once in vain.

That was the same for Yu Seong-woo. He perfectly understood where to strike the metal with the hammer and hammered it with the right amount of force.

The Swordmaster, a superhuman whose five senses transcended humanity, easily surpassed the senses of a master craftsman.

Sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste.

He captured the subtle movements of the metal with his eyes.

He smelled how the scent of the metal changed.

He heard the faint screams of the metal and the sound of the hammer colliding with the metal.

He grasped the heat and changes of the metal that reached his skin.

He tasted how the stuffy air changed.

Gathering the information received through the five senses in his head and drawing it to the ‘best’ conclusion.

A forging method only possible for a Swordmaster whose every sense transcended humanity.

The metal gradually took the shape of a sword, as if it had always been that way.

Yu Seong-woo swung his hammer tirelessly, as if possessed by something.

His hammering sound was louder than anyone else in the workshop, naturally drawing people in.

His appearance, sweating profusely in front of the still-hot furnace with only pants and a hammer, was like the blacksmith god had descended.

The gathered artisans exclaimed in admiration as they watched him make the sword.

They knew he was a swordsman, but his blacksmithing skills were nothing short of divine.

Just by watching him swing the hammer, the artisans felt like they were taking a step forward.

Moreover, Shin Cheong-woo was advancing even further than the others.

As he quietly watched Yu Seong-woo’s technique, he could even feel the heart with which he swung the hammer.

Will, he was truly forging the sword through will.

Not just swinging the hammer, but imbuing the hammer with will.

‘I can’t just stand here like this.’

Shin Cheong-woo returned to his seat. He had made many weapons while working as the head of the Meteor Industries workshop, but.

Never had his heart raced like this before.

He felt like he had to sit in front of the furnace and hammer the lump of iron right away.

His heart was tickling.

He had a strong conviction that he could overcome his current wall.

‘Yu Seong-woo, what the hell is he?’

In fact, Shin Cheong-woo didn’t particularly like him.

CEO Yu Ji-woo was a good person.

She had personally visited him several times to scout him, one of the few sword artisans in Korea.

He was moved by her words to create weapons not to kill enemies, but to save people.

Shin Cheong-woo’s child had also died at the hands of monsters.

Perhaps that was why he felt so close to Yu Ji-woo.

Her parents died when she was young, and the Great Disaster took away her last remaining blood relative.

Nevertheless, she was not consumed by hatred and chose to save the remaining people rather than create weapons to kill enemies.

That was why Meteor Industries focused on production and processing.

How many people knew that the reason Meteor Industries researched various materials from the Abyss was to save people?

Partnering with pharmaceutical companies to create new drugs, or producing self-defense products for the general public and selling them at low prices…….

That was why he didn’t like Yu Seong-woo even more.

Yu Ji-woo worked to save people. But Yu Seong-woo’s image, as seen through the internet, was terrible.

Unlike his sister, the brother was consumed with hatred to kill someone.

However, he realized that it was a huge misunderstanding only after meeting him in person.

He knew that he killed someone to protect them.

Although their goals were different, the essence of the siblings was the same.

Thinking that way, he could no longer see Yu Seong-woo in a bad light.

He thought that swordsmen were all ignorant guys who didn’t know how to respect weapons, just knew how to swing them.

Yu Seong-woo was a person who understood the sword more deeply than any artisan in this place.

He must have swung the sword tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of times…….

He was convinced that his excellent blacksmithing skills, combined with such experience, would create the best sword.

Shin Cheong-woo grabbed a hammer.

And struck the moderately heated lump of iron.

A new hammering sound, no less than Yu Seong-woo’s, began to resonate in the workshop.

* * *

The sword Yu Ji-woo ordered was a long but thin sword that could serve as both a sword and a staff.

It was close to a rapier or a foil, but the Hae Wol Sword [Sea Moon Sword, a specific sword style] could not demonstrate its full capabilities with such a sword.

That’s why Yu Seong-woo made it slightly thicker and heavier than that.

Even this much would be enough to serve as a staff.

The handle of the sword was modified from the best one that Workshop Head Shin Cheong-woo had made.

Thus, a pure white sword was created.

But it wasn’t complete yet.

Yu Seong-woo grabbed the sword blade with his bare hands and injected his aura.

The sword, accepting his aura, was dyed red from pure white.

He delicately manipulated the aura.

It was a process of opening a path inside the sword that had been finished forging so that magic power could flow well.

Wizards called this process ‘engraving circuits.’

The work of sublimating ordinary objects into magical tools.

Creating objects that could activate magic by injecting magic power.

However, Yu Seong-woo did not have magical knowledge, so he was only creating a path for magic power to flow well.

Yu Seong-woo knew this sword better than anyone else, so he knew the most efficient way to move magic power.

If he opened a path with aura, the user would only have to let magic power flow along the path.

“Hoo.”

The work of creating the path was also finished.

It was now safe to say that the sword was complete.

However, Yu Seong-woo.

‘Is this okay as it is?’

Something, something…….

He felt like he could take another step forward.

He felt like there was something that only a Swordmaster could do.

The only thing that other artisans couldn’t do and only he could do.

It was definitely experience.

The experience of swinging the sword tens, hundreds, thousands, hundreds of millions of times.

Yu Seong-woo closed his eyes and thought, then summoned Ilsaeng [One Life, name of a sword] in his other hand.

New sword in his left hand, Ilsaeng in his right.

‘…Shua-nel used to talk to swords too. I thought he was joking back then, but now I understand.’

Do you know the story that gods dwell in objects that have been used for a long time?

In Korea, they are called goblins, and in Japan, they are called Tsukumo-gami [objects that have acquired a spirit], [both are examples of animism].

The same was true of swords.

A will dwelled in swords that had been used for a long time.

Those called Ego Swords, Demon Swords, Holy Swords, and Divine Swords were in that category.

And Shua-nel said to the other world that it was ‘not far off.’

Then what about Ilsaeng?

It was his first sword, the one he had been with for the longest time, and a sword with so much experience that he could call it the best among the swords he had.

Yu Seong-woo said to Ilsaeng.

“It’s a sword for my sister to use. So I was hoping you could… help out a bit.”

If other people saw it, they would think he was a crazy guy talking to a sword.

They would look at him with pitiful eyes, thinking he was a guy who thought swords could talk because he had a late case of chuunibyou [a Japanese term describing adolescent delusions of grandeur].

But Yu Seong-woo definitely felt it.

Ilsaeng replied softly, with a sword’s hum.

It felt like he was telling him to leave it to him, so Yu Seong-woo took a deep breath.

“Let’s go, Ilsaeng. Treat her well, since she’s like your younger sibling.”

Then he swung Ilsaeng towards the newly made sword.

To people, it looked like a crazy act to destroy the sword, so they screamed.

But Yu Seong-woo was sure.

The sword would not break.

The same was true of Ilsaeng.

Ilsaeng was just whispering his experience to the newly born sword. For the sake of a junior who would be rolling around like crazy from now on.

Clang─!!

A sword cry (劍鳴) [a resonant sound produced by a sword], that was louder than any hammering sound so far, yet incomparably clear, filled the workshop.

And also a brilliant red light.

Ilsaeng shone, and the pure white sword also emitted a red light accordingly.

The artisans fell one by one and landed on their butts due to the intense energy wave spreading with the sword cry.

Yu Seong-woo looked at the two swords with a happy face in such a storm.

The strange phenomenon continued for about 3 more minutes before it ended.

Ilsaeng calmed down, and the sword also stopped vibrating.

Yu Seong-woo put Ilsaeng away and raised the sword high.

His face was reflected on the sword blade.

He saw his own image, soaked with sweat and smiling.

Now it was time to give the sword a name.

Yu Seong-woo thought for a moment, then muttered the name that suddenly came to mind.

“It’s Ilsaeng’s sibling sword… it’s not enough to call itself one, and it will be Ji-woo’s other half from now on, so I’ll give it the name Banmyeong (半命, Half-Life). How about it, do you like it?”

Yu Seong-woo asked.

And Banmyeong cried out happily.