Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 19



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Episode 19. Moon Fang (4)

Nothing like this has ever happened before.

It was something that had never happened before and it will never happen again.

When Jeong Cheol-min laughed hollowly, Han Bin said.

“I just need a normal sword. Could you make it for me? I will pay you the cost separately.”

Jeong Cheol-min tilted his head at Han Bin’s words.

“Did you just say ‘sword’ instead of ‘Tao’?”

“Yes, I said it was a sword.”

“A sword in Habukpangga?”

“What does it matter whether it’s a sword or a dagger? As long as the blade stands up well, it’s a jackpot.”

Jeong Cheol-min laughed again at Hanbin’s naturally innocent words.

“Heh heh.”

This was the first time that Habukpangga had asked for a sword to be made.

It’s a common warrior’s sword, so it can be made at a nearby blacksmith shop, and all the requests that come in here are for the direct lineage of the Habuk Peng family…

It had nothing to do with whether he made a sword or a sword, but his relationship with the Habuk Peng family was irritating.

After a long laugh, Jeong Cheol-min spoke as if he had made up his mind.

“Confucius. I’m sorry, but… … .”

That was when.

Someone ran from behind Jeong Cheol-min.

“grandfather.”

Jeong Cheol-min turned his head and his eyes widened.

The child running towards him now was his own granddaughter, Jeong So-yeon, whom he would not mind putting in his eyes.

Jeong Cheol-min got up from his seat, forgetting about his conversation with Han Bin.

“Soyeon is here? Let’s see how big she’s grown. Haha.”

“grandfather!”

The moment he ran, Jeong So-yeon, who was about to run to Jeong Cheol-min and hug him, stopped.

Jeong Cheol-min tilted his head at that sight.

The granddaughter’s gaze was unexpectedly directed to where Hanbin was sitting.

Jeong Cheol-min asked.

“Soyeon, what’s going on?”

“I, that’s… … .”

Jeong So-yeon confessed what happened at Seokhwagyo.

After hearing everything, Jeong Cheol-min let out another empty laugh.

“Haha. That guy messed with our Soyeon? From now on, there will be no more dealings with the Musi Sword Family.”

“It’s not that Grandfather Mu’s swordsman bullied me, but it’s that the great swordsman helped me.”

“Yes. The Musi Sword… … .”

During the conversation, Jeong Cheol-min turned his head to look at Han Bin, trailing off as if something had occurred to him.

“Why did you do something like that? The Musi Sword Mask and the Four Princes… .”

“The justice of the Gangho comes before your relationship with me.”

Of course, Kang-ho’s justice was not even in his sights, and everything was for the sake of the court.

When Hanbin smiled with a kind face, Jeong Cheolmin’s eyes trembled.

Who in the world of martial arts would be prepared to break away from their fiancée’s family for the sake of morality? There would be no such person anywhere in the Central Plains.

Jeong Cheol-min’s heart raced even more when he heard that it was his granddaughter who received this favor.

Of course, I didn’t show it outwardly.

After collecting his emotions, he asked again.

“Do you need the sword I made?”

“Yes, sir, I need it. And please keep your mouth shut. Aren’t you a benefactor who has helped our family for generations?”

“No matter what… … .”

“Aren’t you close friends with this General of Habukpengga? He is like a grandfather to me. Feel free to talk to him.”

When Hanbin smiled brightly, Jeong Cheolmin touched his chin and then burst out laughing.

“Haha. Then I’ll treat you comfortably.”

“Yes, I feel comfortable with that too.”

“Then just wait here for a moment.”

Jeong Cheol-min turned around and opened the letter he had received from Jeong So-yeon.

Jeong Cheol-min’s eyes widened as he read the letter.

Jeong Cheol-min discovered the secret recipe of his predecessors a few days ago and entrusted its interpretation to Jeong So-yeon’s father.

The translation was the letter I was holding in my hand.

[The legendary sword is not made of materials, but by the hands of the craftsman… … .]

Jeong Cheol-min, who was reading the production instructions, narrowed his eyes.

‘In line with the emergency, the direct descendant of the Habuk Peng family who lost the iron has come? Is it a coincidence?’

Jeong Cheol-min shook his head slightly.

This was not a coincidence, it was fate.

Jeong Cheol-min, who had finished reading the letter, walked to the workshop with a calm expression.

Everyone tilted their heads at his actions.

Jeong So-yeon also tilted her head and shouted softly.

“grandfather!”

Even though Jeong So-yeon called, Jeong Cheol-min headed to the workshop as if possessed by a ghost.

As Jeong So-yeon followed Jeong Cheol-min, Han Bin, who remained in his seat, poured tea into his mouth.

Sim Mi-ho asked at that sight.

“Did you know?”

Hanbin asked, tilting his head slightly.

“What are you talking about? Deputy Chief Simmiho.”

“That child is the granddaughter of Master Jeong Cheol-min?”

“How would I know? Does Deputy Chief Shim know that?”

“… … .”

“In the world of martial arts, if you follow your principles, luck will follow you.”

At Hanbin’s words, Simmiho and Cheolno looked at each other and nodded. It was because of Hanbin’s unpredictable attitude.

As they exchanged glances, Hanbin continued speaking.

“I was just joking, so don’t take that to heart. If you try to keep that principle, you’ll most likely get stabbed in the back. Got it?”

“… … .”

Sim Mi-ho couldn’t say anything and just stared blankly at Han-bin.

At that moment, Hanbin got up from his seat.

It was because I wanted to see Jeong Cheol-min working.

Master craftsman Jeong Cheol-min.

From his memories of his previous life, he was no ordinary blacksmith.

The person who created Seomun Mugyeol’s beloved soldier, Wol-ah, who was called Geomseong at the time, was Jeong Cheol-min.

At that time, the greatest poet of the martial arts world, Jegal Wi, saw Geomseong’s sword and gave it the name Wol-ah.

Hanbin also knows well the power of Wol-ah in real combat.

Because I’ve been hit by that sword.

Hanbin wanted to see the blacksmith who would later create the legendary Wol-ah, the best sword in the world.

bang.

bang.

Jeong Cheol-min is striking a lump of iron that has suddenly turned red-hot.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes and observed the process.

In his previous life, Hanbin had acquired enough skills to imitate a blacksmith.

It was a skill he learned not to make weapons, but to disguise himself as a blacksmith.

That memory moved Hanbin.

Hanbin came a little closer.

As I stepped into the workshop, I felt a sweltering heat.

The workshop had no doors, so the inside was completely visible.

Jeong So-yeon, who went first, was also resting her chin on her hand and watching Jeong Cheol-min work.

bang.

bang.

The sound of hammering echoed as rhythmically as a heartbeat.

Hanbin watched Jeong Cheol-min’s hammering with amazement.

The trajectory of the hammering was uncluttered.

Otherwise he wasn’t a celebrity.

It is only natural that the legendary blacksmiths Ganjang and Makya, who had been forgotten by his hands, come into view.

What is about to be born from Jeong Cheol-min’s hands may not be a simple weapon, but a work of art containing an ancient legend.

One blow of the hammer brought life to the iron, and another blow brought sharpness to it.

That was when.

Hanbin took a deep breath.

“omg.”

Cheolno, who was watching from behind, asked.

“Confucius, why are you doing this?”

“No, it’s just a little hot.”

“Okay, I’ll get you some water.”

Cheolno quickly ran somewhere.

Hanbin couldn’t take his eyes off the lump of iron that Jeong Cheol-min was hitting.

A yellow light shimmering within the lump of iron.

Is it visible because of the molten iron?

Or maybe it was a sign that the Yongrin Sword Technique contained the secrets.

At that moment, Jeong Cheol-min’s hammering stopped.

bang.

When the long afterglow of the last hammering sound had ended, Jeong Cheol-min stood up from his seat, tossing the hammer aside feebly.

Jeong Cheol-min’s shoulders slumped as he turned around.

Thud thud.

Jeong Cheol-min, who was leaving the workshop, met the eyes of his granddaughter Jeong So-yeon who was looking at him.

“Soyeon. What are you doing here?”

“I was watching my grandfather work.”

When Jeong So-yeon answered, Jeong Cheol-min sighed.

“I guess this old man is old.”

“Why are you like that?”

“No. I think I need to rest today.”

Jeong Cheol-min hugged his granddaughter Jeong So-yeon.

At that moment, Hanbin tilted his head and asked.

“Excuse me, sir, but may I ask what’s going on?”

“It’s a shame that my body can’t keep up with the pace of my ancestors.”

Hanbin narrowed his eyes at Jeong Cheol-min’s words.

“Speed?”

“That is… … .”

Jeong Cheol-min paused for a moment as he was about to speak.

Hanbin quickly spoke at that sight.

“I’m sorry. I accidentally asked about your family’s secret recipe.”

“No, Confucius.”

“Then, may I ask you one more favor, Master?”

Hanbin’s eyes lit up.

Jeong Cheol-min said with a curious expression.

“Tell me.”

“My sword. Can’t I make it myself?”

“You?”

“yes.”

Jeong Cheol-min looked at Han Bin with worried eyes.

“Martial arts and handling iron are two completely different things.”

“I want to try it once. I want to breathe my life into the bottle I have to carry around for the rest of my life.”

Jeong Cheol-min tilted his head.

These were words that should have come out of a craftsman’s mouth, not a man’s.

Still, he couldn’t let me use his own forge.

Among the disciples, only two were permitted to make swords.

At that moment, someone grabbed Jeong Cheol-min’s sleeve.

When I turned my head, it was his granddaughter, Jeong So-yeon.

Jeong So-yeon is nodding with her hands clasped together.

It meant asking for permission.

Jeong Cheol-min looked up at the ceiling for a moment.

Jeong So-yeon said in a crawling voice.

“Grandpa was surprised earlier too.”

“hmm.”

Jeong Cheol-min coughed in vain.

As Jeong So-yeon said, Han Bin’s skills were like those of a blacksmith who had been working for decades.

Jeong Cheol-min, who had been thinking for a moment, opened his mouth as if he had made up his mind.

“I will allow it.”

“Thank you, Master.”

With his permission, Hanbin entered the workshop.

Hanbin squinted his eyes at the heat that seemed like it would melt iron.

Hanbin shook his head for a moment.

The yellow dot that I had noticed earlier had disappeared.

Hanbin grabbed the lump of iron with tongs and put it in the furnace.

As the lump of iron became soft, Hanbin quickly took it out and poured it into a mold.

Then I checked again.

A smile lingered on Hanbin’s lips.

The yellow dot we saw earlier has appeared again.

The problem is that it’s hard to tell where it is because it’s a hot lump of iron.

Is it up or down?

It wasn’t even confirmed whether it was inside or outside.

“I have no choice but to just give it a try… … .”

Hanbin, who was muttering to himself, quickly started hammering.

bang!

bang!

Despite repeated hammering, the Yongrin Sword Technique’s formula remained silent.

Hanbin quickly started to turn the lump of iron over.

Finally the yellow dot appeared again.

Bang! Bang!

My heart pounded to the sound of the hammer.

Thud. Thud.

However, I couldn’t quite hit the yellow dot.

This was because the yellow dot moved in a variety of ways.

If you hit the front, it moves backwards.

If you hit up, it moves down.

It was like catching a mole that was poking its head out.

The problem was that the mole’s speed was comparable to that of a master.

Hanbin couldn’t give up.

Bang! Bang!

He gritted his teeth and struck down the hammer.

The idea of ​​making a sword never crossed Hanbin’s mind in the first place.

The black background was the background and the Yongrin Sword Technique’s conclusion came first.

That was when.

A phrase appeared before Hanbin’s eyes.

[You have acquired the speed skill in the basics of the Yongrin Sword Technique.]

‘at las!’

It felt like ten years of stagnation was going away.

Hanbin was momentarily impressed, but then he started striking the iron again.

One more ‘inside’ added.

Perhaps because of its effectiveness, obtaining the next syllable was easier than before.

[You have acquired the speed skill in the basics of the Yongrin Sword Technique.]

The speed gets faster.

Now it seemed as if I could follow the movement of the yellow dot in real time.

[You have acquired the speed skill in the basics of the Yongrin Sword Technique.]

This was a total flop.

If I was lucky, I could learn all the basics of Yongrin Sword Technique here.

Hanbin moved his hands more busily.

Jeong Cheol-min, who was looking at Hanbin’s work, let out a low exclamation.