The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 331

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 330

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace 330

The Other World

Peering into the memories of the Other World.

It was a truly subtle sensation. Not a human, but peering into the memories of a sword.

Slowly opening his closed eyes, he found himself in a space he had never seen before.

The first memory of the Other World.

It was a smithy where his form was slowly beginning to take shape.

-I want to see your completed form soon.

Sitting on a chair and swinging a hammer towards the anvil was an old man.

He was a bit short, but not a dwarf, and looked like a human.

He was sweating profusely, hammering away without rest.

‘Here is…….’

Who is that old man?

Where is this place? Looking around, it seemed like a smithy isolated in a remote location.

Outside was night, and a blizzard raged, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.

Judging by the absence of other lights, it seemed this blacksmith lived here alone.

Eating and sleeping in the smithy.

He must have been hammering iron alone.

Yu Seong-wu sat down in a suitable spot and watched the blacksmith.

Despite the cold weather, his furnace burned fiercely.

As if representing his passion, the unquenchable flame expressed his tenacity and will.

Ttang, ttang─ ttang…….

The old man, striking the iron with a steady rhythm, exhaled hot breath.

Even though his body was aged, his passion for striking iron did not age.

‘Other World, so you were made like this.’

A good blacksmith.

He was imbuing the sword with his skills honed over long years and his still-burning passion.

The blacksmith swung his hammer.

Except for sleeping and eating, he poured all his time into the sword.

Without eating properly or sleeping, his body gradually weakened, yet he poured all his years and time into completing the sword.

Initially robust, the old man’s appearance withered away. As if imbuing each hammer strike with his lifespan, he transformed into something akin to an old tree after several days.

Even so, he did not stop hammering.

As if trying to exchange his life for the completion of the sword, he swung the hammer at the risk of his life.

-Just a little more, just a little bit more.

A will to complete the sword before his life was extinguished.

Why was the old man putting so much effort into making the sword?

No matter how much he created a masterpiece of his life, what meaning would it have after death?

He wouldn’t even be able to wield it.

‘No, does the meaning lie in the making itself?’

Just as a swordsman cannot let go of his sword until death, so too is it with a blacksmith.

Even if his body crumbles, he cannot let go of the hammer.

If so, there are several possible scenarios.

He promised to make a sword for someone, or he was trying to complete a sword to overcome adversity at the cost of everything.

It’s unlikely that making a single sword would turn the world upside down.

But there must be a reason why he was so attached to completing the sword.

Ttang─!! Ttaaang─!!!

The sound of hammering grew louder.

Now with a thin, weakened body, he burned his last life, swinging the hammer even more strongly.

Yu Seong-wu watched the old master burning his last.

The memory of the Other World. The first was the death of the creator who made him.

The old master held up the two swords he had forged and exclaimed.

-Ah, ah!

The old man, whose name he didn’t know, was definitely in the ranks of a master craftsman.

Looking at the craftsmanship of the sword, it was a bit old-fashioned, but in terms of blacksmithing, it was not inferior to the dwarves who were born with talent for the job.

“A sword born of obsession, huh.”

The old master embraced the sword.

And then he muttered something.

-Your name is… your name is ■■.

The name of the Other World was not clearly heard.

Yu Seong-wu frowned and tried to listen again, but the old man did not say the name of the Other World twice.

And soon the old man collapsed, placing the sword on the anvil.

His life was extinguished, having put all his life into the sword.

The heat of the furnace gradually cooled, and the flickering lamp went out.

Inside the dark smithy with no light left.

Yu Seong-wu sat there alone, looking into the Other World.

A pair of swords, only the blades completed without handles, were quietly crying inside the cabin.

Even though they were just born, there was no one to wield them.

Born as swords, yet a life unable to be wielded.

The old master’s corpse froze coldly, and dust piled up on the blades of the Other World.

How much time had passed?

The cabin could not withstand the weight of the fallen snow and collapsed.

Yu Seong-wu, who had been quietly watching, calmly waited for the memory of the Other World to continue, seeing the collapsed ceiling pass through him.

-Thud, thud…….

How many days had passed?

After a long time, the snow stopped falling, and on a clear day, the sound of footsteps walking on the snow was heard.

Turning his head, he saw a person wearing a robe.

The person, wrapped so much in winter clothes that their gender could not be distinguished, began to dig up the place where the cabin, covered in snow, had collapsed.

Despite the frozen, hard snow, the ease with which they dug revealed that they were no ordinary person.

And after a short while, he dug up to where the cabin was, took a long breath, and struck the ground with both hands.

The snow soared, and the remains of the cabin soared into the sky before falling.

When all the soaring snow had settled, what was revealed was a pair of sharp sword blades.

-Finally… I found it.

A slightly thin voice.

The unidentified person muttered, holding the pair of sword blades taken from the snow up to the sunlight.

-Grandfather, I finally found it. The ■■ that Grandfather left behind…….

Was it the old master’s granddaughter?

She put the sword blades in her waist and dug a little more in the snow, then found the old master’s body there.

Hugging the body, which was frozen solid and preserved as it was even after several days, she moved her steps.

Yu Seong-wu got up from his seat and followed her.

She silently descended the snowy mountain.

Carrying the heavy body, without showing any signs of difficulty.

‘At least someone who has reached the realm of a master.’

But he had no acquaintance with her.

That meant she lived before he was in the Other World.

A predecessor Swordmaster?

Yu Seong-wu became more curious about her identity.

She came down to a place where the snow did not cover the old master’s body and buried it under a cliff.

Then, she pulled out the Other World and grabbed the sword blades with both hands.

-Hoo.

Taking a short breath, she emitted aura.

The pure green aura soared along the sword blades, which did not even have handles.

As the refined aura took the form of refined, beautiful blades, she wielded the twin swords.

The dozens of sword strikes that embroidered the air in an instant convinced him that she had reached the realm of a mature Swordmaster.

And soon, letters were engraved on the cliff. This cliff was a huge tombstone for the old master.

-Master Craftsman Golos rests here.

It was an ordinary tombstone inscription.

And the name Golos. He had heard it somewhere.

While he was lost in thought to recall it, the woman lowered the hood of the robe she was wearing.

Then, waves of blonde hair fell down and fluttered in the wind.

Blonde hair and green aura.

A blacksmith named Golos.

Both, he had heard somewhere.

It was a Swordmaster long before Yu Seong-wu was active.

A monster slayer famous for twin swordsmanship. He remembered that she was not affiliated with any organization and worked as a mercenary.

The difference between her and himself was at least a hundred years.

That meant the Other World was created sooner than he thought.

Was it such an old sword?

That was why the old master’s metallurgy was a bit old-fashioned.

The woman who made the cliff a tombstone, or rather, Swordmaster ‘Alias’ as he knew her in his memory, put the Other World back in her waist and turned around.

And, time flows quickly.

Unlike waiting endlessly until now, time flows as if fast-forwarding a video.

Alias, who returned with the Other World, made handles and roamed the battlefield with the Other World.

As befitting the realm of a Swordmaster, she slaughtered all kinds of monsters, killed demons, and enhanced her honor.

But, if there is a beginning, there is an end.

It was Alias’s death.

She wandered the battlefield and fought against the commander of the Demon King’s army with her aging body, resulting in a mutual destruction.

If she was in her prime, she would have won, but she could not surpass the realm of a Swordmaster.

Her body, over seventy, did not listen properly, and she allowed a fatal wound in a battle that was racing against time.

She gathered her last aura and detonated it, dying in battle with the commander.

After the war ended, the Other World was collected by her child as a memento.

But unfortunately, Alias’s son had no talent for swords.

The same goes for the children of her sons.

The Other World was a masterpiece among masterpieces.

The twin swords forged by Alias’s grandfather, Golos, at the cost of his life, became mere ornaments with no one to use them.

Moreover, the family went bankrupt and was even sold off cheaply.

As time passed, the origins of the sword became blurred, and unless it was someone who could see the sword, it was nothing more than a good-looking dog apricot [a worthless but attractive object].

The Swordmaster’s sword, which had sliced through countless monsters and demons, became an ornament. The Other World cried out, but no one heard the sword’s voice.

So it was sold, sold, and sold.

When it ended up in a shabby weapon shop with only dust piled up, a girl who looked like the daughter of a well-to-do family came in and looked at the Other World.

The fast time returns to normal. This must be the third memory of the Other World.

A new encounter.

The girl could not take her eyes off the Other World, which was stuck in a tube at random for a while.

As if feeling something from the unremarkable sword, she stared at the Other World for a while.

-Mister, how much is this?

-What, are you even going to buy it? I don’t think you can even lift it because it’s so heavy?

-Then will you give it to me for free if I lift it? You’re totally ignoring me. How strong do you think I am?

-Huh! Try lifting it! If you lift it, I’ll give it to you for free!

As soon as she heard the weapon shop owner’s words, the girl pulled the Other World out of the tube.

One sword in each hand.

The girl, holding a twin sword that was only half her body height, smiled contentedly and looked at the owner of the weapon shop.

-I won this bet, right?

-Huh? Uh, uh? Ah, no. It’s invalid! Invalid! You must have used some trick!

As soon as the owner suddenly changed his words, the girl wielded the Other World.

Then the counter in front of the owner was split in half.

It was an enormous sword skill even though she was still young.

-I won, right?

-……Okay.

The shop owner had no choice but to lower his tail in the end [submit or back down].

The girl, who got a pair of famous swords for free, ran outside, hugging the Other World without even caring that her clothes were getting dirty.

Yu Seong-wu ran after the girl.

The girl headed to the largest mansion in the village.

The girl didn’t go to the gate, but jumped over the high fence and went inside.

Yu Seong-wu stopped in front of the fence and muttered.

“…You are, the child I know.”