To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 298

episode 298 derp, the mad blacksmith (3)

lately, the thought of making a sword has gradually faded in ray’s head.

even at first, he grumbled why he had to do this, but now, that too has disappeared.

he thinks one or two more times and listens to the trivial remarks that derp spits out, and eventually makes them his own.

indeed, the terrifying growth rate made even derp stick out his tongue.

caan-!

the sound of hitting iron echoes in the blacksmith’s shop.

derp immediately shouted.

“that’s not it. don’t try to do your own tricks.”

“but if you don’t hit like this, the iron will be damaged.”

“you bastard hit me with such killing power, are you sure you’re not hurt? it all happened because i didn’t look at the outcome.”

“what’s wrong with iron? this isn’t even hair...”

as i muttered softly, derp grabbed a hammer and threatened.

if i had been a little closer, i would have been hit in the cheek with a hammer.

“leather has grain and wood has grain, so why not iron?”

he speaks while sweating profusely from the heat of the furnace.

his mouth is constantly moving and his gaze is fixed on the anvil, which he hates to admit, but reveals his craftsmanship.

even if derp sometimes talks useless things, it means that he is sincere when he says this.

asked ray, putting down the hammer.

“then, how the hell can i see that guy?”

“when you can stretch out a ring to make a sword and grind a rock to make a bead, you will see it by itself.”

impressed by those words, ray slaps his forehead.

it seems that there is something meaningful when it is lined up with bullshit.

i’ve heard many of derp’s insistence so far, but this one is by far the best.

if i wait a little longer, i think i will force myself to make a house with a hammer.

i guess i’ll just have to figure out this problem myself.

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“gyeolra. is there such a thing as iron in the first place?”

after thinking about it for a while, the iron block that derp was pounding came to mind.

even though it was a hammer that would have hurt him, the iron chunks he honed changed their shape as if they were alive.

it wasn’t for nothing that the other dwarves called him a blacksmithing madman.

ray, struggling with how to see the grain, decided to hit the iron recklessly.

skillfully light the furnace and adjust the temperature.

he touched the old anvil once, then hit it a few times with a hammer.

“it’s all right.”

he took out a lump of heated iron from the furnace.

it is iron that has not yet been properly shaped.

caan-! caan-!

after hammering it a few times, the lump of iron that was rough gradually takes shape.

to make a sword body, you need to hit the hammer dozens of times, but if you hit it only a dozen times, the iron mass will straighten out.

indeed, it was a hammering that was close to divine.

but his expression still seemed unsatisfied.

scratching his head while looking at the wounded sword that jumped out here and there.

“it seems more strange than usual... is it because you are conscious of the texture?”

i tried to see the grain while hammering, but i couldn’t see it.

what the hell is that guy’s decision?

derp gulped down the barrel.

“looks like you’re doing it right.”

i smile as i watch the smoke rising from the smithy in the distance.

will be worried

it will take a long time.

there’s no way there’s a shortcut to seeing what’s called resolution.

i step on the anvil support with my right foot and grab the hammer.

normally, he cherishes gold and jade, and strikes down the mana stone vigorously with a hammer that he has never used.

the mana stone, which seemed to be broken at any moment, survived intact even with his whole body blow, only changing its shape.

“the sincerity that goes into a simple knife is beyond imagination. with one hammering, the heart of longing dwells, and with one quenching, one pours one’s energy. it is safe to say that a sword made in this way is no longer a sword, but the blacksmith’s soul itself.”

after repeating hammering and hardening several times, the mana stone gradually takes on the shape of a sword body.

even though he just hit the mana stone with a hammer, his ears were happy as if he was listening to a beautiful melody.

derp, who continued to train until his beard was wet with sweat, this time took out a twig of an adult dryad from the furnace.

like mana stones, it is beaten with a hammer.

the tree branch, which was said to be harder than mithril, began to change little by little after hundreds of hammering.

caan-!

it must have been wood, but the sound it heard was somehow cooler than hitting iron.

when did he say that blacksmithing resembles its master?

derp’s hammering was just like that.

there is no skill to make the viewer’s eyes dizzy, and there is no talent to shock them, but the deep realizations hidden within them are splendid.

it is a simple yet fine hammering.

as i was staring at the scene without even realizing the passage of time, a sword was placed in the shape of a sword floating in the air.

a blackened sword soldier and a sword body built to cover it.

even though it looked like a rough and short dagger, i could feel that it contained affection even at a glance.

when he accepted the sword, he was embarrassed but also had a new feeling.

derp laughed heartily and patted his waist.

“ha ha ha ha ha. if you look so dazed outside, your nose will be cut.”

if there was a swollen guy who dared to touch ray’s nose, he might.

ray took a small ring from his backpack and held it up.

it’s a jewel i received from the principality of silos the other day.

depending on the viewing angle and the light, it creates a different look.

when i showed the ring that emits brilliant white light, derp showed interest.

“this ring...”

carefully handed it along with the jewelry box.

“speaking of tuition fees so far, what can i say... please accept it as the minimum amount of sincerity for teaching.”

after thinking for a moment, he nodded his head and accepted it.

if he refuses, he knows that he will accept it even if he shoves it into his pocket.

ray tidied up his clothes and bowed his head carefully.

“thank you so far, master.”

shocked-

he, who hadn’t spoken the word “master” for over a year, called him “master” for the first time.

it was just a different title, but for some reason, the tip of my nose frowned.

however, i try to hide my inner feelings and smile.

“it was fun in its own way.”

“i will continue to use the way i touch iron.”

“ha ha ha ha ha. if you have a disciple, be sure to visit him.”

“yes.”

it was a brief greeting, but both thought it was a satisfying meeting.

after exchanging glances, they turned their backs without saying who came first.

ray took steps not to leave the smithy he had been fond of.

after he left, a murmur could be heard inside the deserted forge.

“the symbol of ‘grace’ has finally returned to us. if this is fate, then you can call it fate.”

in the past, it was said that his grandfather had been helped by the previous king of the principality of silos.

this is a ring made for him.

the grace she wore returned to her original home.

could it be that the late grandfather had foreseen this situation?

derp, who had been imagining nonsense, smiled helplessly and shook his head.

“could it be possible?”