The Birth of the Ultimate Sword
Raon followed Vulcan into the workshop. Three boxes sat on a table cluttered with various tools and scraps.
"Are these boxes ready?"
"Yes."
Vulcan smiled faintly and opened the first box. Inside was the gold grain that had come from the gold grain stone.
"The second one is also something you've already seen."
The second box contained the gold charcoal made from Bukmang Mountain charcoal kiln five years ago. Not a single small scratch remained even after five years.
"And last."
Vulcan clicked his tongue slightly and opened the third box. Inside was a slightly larger gold grain than the one in the first box.
"...You obtained it?"
Raon opened his mouth wide looking at the third gold grain.
'I didn't know you would obtain that.'
Since the gold grain is the rarest metal, he thought it wouldn't be in Mirtan Village or if it was, they wouldn't give it away.
He was worried he would have to obtain it from elsewhere, but Vulcan had obtained the gold grain in such a short time. He was not just a blacksmith with a title of the continent for nothing.
"Huh?"
Haren tilted his head greatly looking at the gold grain in the third box.
"This was in the village?"
He muttered that it was strange and tapped the gold grain.
"If there was a gold grain of this size, I wouldn't have missed it. Master, did you really obtain this here?"
"Yes."
Vulcan nodded his head awkwardly.
"Hmm? Strange, why is your expression like that? This is something obtained from someone... "
"Shut up!"
He frowned and smacked Haren's head.
"Ouch! Why are you hitting me again!"
Haren grabbed his head and retreated, screaming.
"If you keep doing this, you'll really become a rockhead!"
"You were originally a rockhead, so it's fine!"
Vulcan kicked Haren and waved his hand as if to tell him to get out.
"From where did you obtain the gold grain?"
Raon asked while looking at the gold grain in the third box. Since it was the first one, he didn't want to create problems.
"It wasn't stolen or taken. Don't worry."
"I know that the master wouldn't do such a thing. I just thought I should at least thank the person who gave it to you..."
"It's an anonymous sponsor. He said he doesn't want to reveal his identity."
"Anonymous sponsor?"
"After hearing your identity and circumstances, he said he wanted to support you."
"Will he make strange demands later...?"
"He is not that kind of person. I swear on my name. Even if you receive this gold grain, nothing bad will happen."
Vulcan waved his hand as if to stop asking more. He was sweating, but his expression was confident. It didn't seem like a lie.
"Then I understand."
Raon nodded his head. A master like Vulcan wouldn't do strange things. It seemed there was a secret, but he decided to believe it for now.
"Um, and..."
Vulcan opened the large box below. There were two cold blood irons brought by Runaan.
"Runaan."
He handed the larger cold blood iron and one gold charcoal on the table to Runaan.
"Take this and go to the village chief's workshop below. I already told him, so he'll be waiting for you."
Vulcan pointed to the diamond-shaped workshop right below the hill.
"It takes about two days for the geothermal energy to return, so go ahead and set the size and shape of the sword you want beforehand."
"Understood."
Runaan picked up the cold blood iron and one gold charcoal and stood up. Before leaving, he nodded to Raon. It was like a signal to do well.
"Goodbye."
"Bye."
Raon waved with a smile, and Runaan, in a good mood, jumped down the hill.
"Then it's your turn."
Vulcan closed the boxes and looked at Raon.
"You said you wanted to become an unyielding swordsman before. Is that thought still valid?"
"Of course."
Raon nodded his head. The goal hadn't changed, and it had become even more solid. To achieve what he wanted, he must not be swayed by anyone.
"A consistent appearance is good."
Vulcan smiled faintly and placed red iron on the table.
"This is fire seal iron. It's the other half of your sword. It's a bit lacking for the cold blood iron, but it seems we can add new materials."
"If you mean new materials..."
"The turtle you brought, right?"
He pointed to the corpse of the Red Dragon Turtle visible even in the workshop.
"Using that, fire seal iron will become a material that doesn't lose to the cold blood iron. Cold blood iron, fire seal iron, and the gold grain to center it. A proper sword will be born."
Vulcan clenched his fist and smiled.
"Now, tell me the form you want."
"It would be good if it's similar to this."
Raon took out the sword he brought and held it out. It was neither thick nor thin, a sword a bit longer than a normal sword by one finger. After learning and mastering countless sword techniques, his sword should be in the form of Myriad Swords that could use all sword attributes.
"Myriad Swords. Indeed, it suits you well."
Vulcan narrowed his eyes and nodded.
"Understood. Then come back at dawn in two days. Start the work when the geothermal energy returns."
"Then I'll see you in two days."
Raon greeted Vulcan and went outside. He immediately headed to the village chief's workshop because he was worried about Runaan.
"Appa."
Haren saw Raon's back and went back into the workshop.
"What? Why do you call me that disgustingly?"
Vulcan waved his hand with an expression as if something dirty had stuck to it. It had been a long time since that guy called him father.
"I have a request."
Haren knelt.
"Request?"
"I want you to help me make that sword too."
"Are you crazy?"
"I think I'm crazy too. But if I miss this chance, it will really end!"
"The guy who drank alcohol all day and gambled is going to participate in the work!"
"Please! I don't mind doing odd jobs. I don't mind not touching the sword! Just let me be in this workshop!"
He banged his head on the ground until it bled.
"You... what did you see from Raon?"
"A vessel."
The hazy light in Haren's eyes when he raised his head began to fade.
"I saw a huge vessel that didn't exist until now."
"Um..."
"That vessel is becoming thicker and harder, and I want to add my strength! Please help!"
"Hoo."
Vulcan matched eyes with Haren's eyes full of seriousness and exhaled lightly.
"It's dawn in two days. Until then, fix the alcohol smell left on your body and your deranged mind. And if Raon refuses, I'll kick you out immediately."
"Understood! Thank you!"
Haren bowed his head deeply and ran out.
"Really."
Vulcan smiled faintly looking at Haren who was running after two years.
"I hoped you would come to your senses, but I didn't think it would turn out like this."
He clicked his tongue looking at the village chief's workshop where bright fire had entered.
"Raon has one debt..."
The entrance to the casino in the south of Zieghart.
Huuu.
Rimer walked out humming a tune. The stiff attitude that was full on his shoulders in the morning had disappeared, and only the dignified air like a general improved filled him.
"Hmm."
Rimer smiled wickedly looking at the gold coin pouch in his hand.
"I don't know if this is good."
Without the master who always took the money, he had earned money from others for a long time. With this much, he could live comfortably for a while.
"First, pay back the money... No! I'll earn more tomorrow and repay it."
He muttered crazy things all gamblers say and clenched his fist.
"Tomorrow also only as much as today's winnings..."
"Hey, gambler."
When Rimer was about to go to the gambling house, a sharp voice came from behind.
"This voice containing one spoonful of bluntness and one spoonful of determination..."
He turned around, and the Heavenly Sword Squad leader was standing with arms crossed.
"Our Heavenly Sword Squad leader!"
"You don't have even a speck of respect for me, so don't talk nonsense."
The Heavenly Sword Squad leader frowned and shook her head.
"Wow! It's been a while!"
"Hmph."
Rimer waved his hand as if happy, and the Heavenly Sword Squad leader snorted.
"I earned some today, how about a drink? I'll buy."
He brought his finger to his mouth and said to go to the gambling house.
"First, let's talk."
"Talking is good. Tell me about the mission."
"Follow me."
The Heavenly Sword Squad leader flicked her finger and moved to the outskirts of the bustling district.
"There's nothing here, you could have just said it at the gambling house."
"Shut up and come."
"Why is our cute Heavenly Sword Squad leader so sharp today?"
"Should I cut the neck of that cute one so it can shut its mouth?"
"Ugh."
Rimer stroked his neck and swallowed his saliva.
"Go as far as you want! You have to sleep early if you want to earn hard tomorrow!"
"We're here. So."
The Heavenly Sword Squad leader stopped in the empty lot behind the bustling district.
"What conversation here... Ugh."
Rimer's lips trembled. He felt the aura of a predator. His whole body was sending warnings. Run away now.
"D-don't tell me..."
He turned his head to the side. The person who shouldn't be here. The man who didn't fit this place at all was leaning against the wall with his back.
"G-Gaju-nim!"
Glenn Zieghart was looking down at him with cold eyes.
"I ignored your warning."
"No, that's..."
"So I came to have a 'conversation'."
"The eyes of the person who wants to talk are not like that..."
Glenn's cold eyes that seemed to bite flesh were pressing down on the whole body.
"Conversation isn't just words, right? There is also conversation of the body."
Glenn slowly raised his hand.
Kurrurung!
A mysterious thing happened in the brightly pierced night sky as dark storm clouds appeared.
"Hoo, wait a moment."
Rimer raised his hand without being flustered, calmly.
'I knew this would happen.'
I predicted this situation when I borrowed money from Roen. Since I predicted it, I naturally had countermeasures prepared.
'I am not a fool.'
I didn't think of just taking that lightning bolt stupidly. If I use the prepared method, I can cleanly get out of here.
"Listen to my words."
Rimer said to calm down and slowly lowered his hand.
"You would be curious about what Raon is doing now."
Glenn is the real grandson. If he brings up Raon's story, he won't be able to stop. It was the only way to stop the Northern Annihilation King.
"If you want to hear what that guy is doing, first erase the clouds... Eh?"
Rimer's mouth opened wide. The storm clouds that should disappear or thin were getting thicker and began to spew red lightning.
'This, I can't do this!'
This is not it!
"G-Gaju-nim! It's Raon! I'll tell you everything about where Raon went and what he's trying to do! You like Raon!"
He shouted desperately, but Glenn's eyes sank even colder, and the cloud with lightning didn't disappear but created terrifying lightning.
'W-what is this!'
I never dreamed that this grandson would react like this. Now the only remaining method was to run away.
"Damn it!"
Rimer tried to retreat by stepping on the extreme dodge technique, but the Heavenly Sword Squad leader who had moved by now blocked his way.
"Hey! If that hits, you're really dead!"
"Go well. Gambler."
At the same time as the Heavenly Sword Squad leader smiled with soft eyes, the sky was dyed red.
Kwarurung!
Rimer dropped the gold coin pouch in his hand looking at the pouring lightning streams.
"Somehow, my luck was good today..."
Raon, having confirmed that the geothermal energy had returned to the village, headed to Vulcan's workshop.
However, the workshop where he thought Vulcan alone would be was occupied by Haren. His hair was shaved tight like seaweed, and strength was in his eyes. It was a dramatic change for two days.
"Why are you here?"
"Whether to assign odd jobs or treat me as an absent person is fine. Please let me be in this space only."
He bowed his head deeply. Whether sincere or not, his throat was trembling.
"Why?"
"Because I think I can gain something."
Raon turned his head to Vulcan.
"Do as you like. I don't care if that guy is here or not."
"Um, then let's assign some odd jobs."
Anyway, after making Haren come to his senses, he was going to use him as the exclusive blacksmith for the Light Wind Squad. It would be a gain if he gained something here.
"Thank you. Thank you."
Vulcan patted Raon's shoulder and smiled faintly. Even the continental master couldn't resist the affection of blood, and sincerity came out in the words of gratitude.
"Then let's start. I don't know how long it will take. Haren!"
"Yes!"
Haren ran into the workshop and lit the furnace. The temperature rose instantly. Thanks to the geothermal energy recovery, the workshop's heat was incomparably hotter than before.
"Push your aura into these two metals here."
Vulcan pointed to the cold blood iron and fire seal iron reinforced with the shell of the Red Dragon Turtle on the table.
"Understood."
Raon went to the table and held the fire seal iron and cold blood iron. He simultaneously injected Glacia's energy into the cold blood iron and the energy of Cultivation of Ten Thousand Flames into the fire seal iron.
Chiiiiik!
The fire seal iron began to glow red like burning, and the cold blood iron began to sparkle white like a snowfield in the early morning where no one had stepped.
Zizizik!
When pushing denser and purer aura to raise light and heat, an ominous energy began to rise slowly. The culprit was obvious.
'Wrath,'
-Why, this king is helping?
Because of Wrath's cold energy, turbidity began to appear in the cold blood iron that was emitting clear silver light.
-You are becoming too strong too quickly. This king will balance it in the middle.
He kept spewing turbid energy as if he was trying to vent his anger at the reward obtained from catching the Red Dragon Turtle two days ago.
'Hoo...'
Raon sighed internally. As expected. He was glad he had prepared countermeasures against this clumsy demon king.
'There is a point in the outskirts of Mirtan Village called Dwarf's Hammer.'
-What hammer? Suddenly nonsense...
'There, they sell a food called Utan Pig Stew, the shell is crispy like a cookie, the meat is tender and juicy, and the sauce has 50 ingredients and is extremely thick.'
-Whoa...
When Raon heard that, Wrath stopped pushing the cold energy and drooled from his mouth with cold energy.
'Recently you were quiet, so I was going to eat that and go, but I have to go.'
-T-this king is generous. You won't threaten this king by getting a good sword.
The guy raised his hand to his waist. With a cool smile, he started removing the turbidity.
-B-but when will you go to that point?
'After making the sword.'
-Hmph, this king will wait mercifully.
When Raon heard the answer, Wrath went into the bracelet. The sound of drooling saliva inside could be heard from here.
'It's really easy.'
Raon smiled faintly and removed Wrath's energy and pushed the aura into the two metals to the end again.
"Up to there."
When pushing aura into the metals like filling water in a holey pot, Vulcan raised his hand.
"Seeing the young energy in the metal, I see how much you have grown."
Vulcan felt the energy in the two metals and let out a great exclamation.
"It's enough. Now step back."
"Understood."
Raon nodded and stepped back. Vulcan threw the first gold charcoal into the furnace where thick smoke was rising.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
The smoke that was the size of two fingers swelled to the size of an arm, and the heat of the furnace became so intense that breathing was difficult.
"Huuk!"
"Kueuueuk!"
Vulcan and Haren, who had lived in front of the furnace all their lives, let out cries of pain from the heat.
Since the heat was enough to stimulate himself, the two would feel the pain of burns.
Vulcan threw the two pieces of gold grain into the furnace and reached his hand back.
"Calm down and bring the fire seal iron!"
"Yes!"
Vulcan took the fire seal iron from Haren and put it in the middle of the furnace.
Kugugugugu!
The tremendous heat scorched and began to melt the red-hot iron ingot.
"Next!"
"Yes!"
Vulcan took out the half-melted fire seal iron from the furnace and put the cold blood iron into the furnace. A stream of pure cold energy was born in the great heat.
"Now all at once!"
"Yes!"
Vulcan and Haren put the half-melted fire seal iron and cold blood iron into the furnace at the same time.
Even in the great firepower that seemed to melt the furnace itself, the fire seal iron and cold blood iron did not melt easily.
Uuuuuung!
When they were scorched for a long time and the shapes of the iron ingots broke, Vulcan took out the two metals and picked up the hammer.
Ting! Tang! Tang!
Vulcan's hammer strikes began.
Not strong, not fast, not slow, no deviation. From birth, naturally breathing like a constant sound and constant flow. The hammer strikes of a master who walked the solitary path for decades rang in the workshop full of heat.
Gulp.
Raon swallowed dry saliva looking at the hammer strikes full of soul.
Every time he heard the hammer sound like a swordsman at the Absolute Realm swinging his sword, his hair stood on end. He couldn't take his eyes off or breathe, just staring at Vulcan's hammer strikes.
Kugugugu!
When the hammer strikes started to flow, Cultivation of Ten Thousand Flames rose by itself and danced beautifully, and Glacia stood straight and sang an elegant song.
Ting! Tang! Tang!
The two energies ran through the mana circuits of the whole body like Vulcan's hammer strikes and breathing, endlessly amplifying the energy they possessed. It was a runaway that was hard to control properly.
"Huuk."
Raon couldn't hold back and sat on the floor.
'What I have to do now...'
Trying to operate the two clumsy energies would be hard to prevent runaway. Now was the time to lay the foundation.
Chiiiiing!
He lowered both Cultivation of Ten Thousand Flames and Glacia, and operated the Ring of Fire.
The six fire rings vibrated and gently calmed the runaway energy, starting to regain composure.
Ting! Tang! Tang!
Instead of metal, following Vulcan's hammer sound as if directly hitting the soul, the Ring of Fire, Cultivation of Ten Thousand Flames, and Glacia moved as one body.
Tzzing! Tzzang!
A slightly stronger hammer sound than before. It was the sound of Vulcan striking the third metal gold grain.
The Ring of Fire resonates with the gold grain. Responding to the king's cry of the metal, the six rings resonated and unfolded a flowing flow like a strong river.
The energy of the Ring of Fire, Cultivation of Ten Thousand Flames, and Glacia continued endlessly, and the heat of the Red Dragon Turtle that couldn't be absorbed melted into the whole body like butter.
Muscles and bones became harder, mana circuits and dantian twitched and swelled larger.
Kugugugu.
Raon felt the resonance of joy as if the external and internal energies were connected by an invisible line and sank into deep training.
Tzzing! Tzzang! Tzzang!
Vulcan was no different from Raon. Beyond concentration, extreme immersion. With blue eyes, he created ears and endlessly hammered iron.
As the hammer strikes full of soul continued, the fire seal iron, cold blood iron, and gold grain began to appear as blades that emitted a creepy black light as they harmonized like one metal originally.