He Became the Genius Blacksmith of the Namgung Family - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119

Episode 119

‘I said it wasn’t my business to meddle, but…’

Of all things, wasn’t this a case of missing people from the same profession?

On top of that, there were also Muyong Family and Blood Cult assassins that I thought would be unrelated, and Hosiu and Hoyeol were connected to this too.

Ah, my head is spinning round and round.

‘Besides, who knows?’

What if one of those Blood Cult assassin bastards luckily survived and, burning with revenge, jumps out of the restroom saying it’s all because of you.

‘Ugh, I’m sure that won’t happen, but why am I so troubled?’

It’s because this is the Martial Arts World, after all.

Isn’t this a place where the moment you let your guard down, you get stabbed in the belly or hammered in the back of the head?

Or maybe it’s because I can see right before my eyes that people I’ve formed connections with are in trouble?

Muyong Sohwa, Hosiu, Hoyeol…

Ah, I’m becoming too meddlesome.

‘Argh, I don’t know! At times like this, it’s better to just hammer away without thinking!’

So, to sort out this spinning, dizzy head and the meddlesomeness filling my heart.

Namgung Cheon-gang headed to the blacksmith’s forge to swing his hammer.

“Nothing seems better for calming the mind than swinging a hammer— Huh?”

Clang, clang!

When the blacksmith’s forge began to come into view.

Clear hammering sounds could be heard.

“Did I mistakenly come to Cheonggung Jugeom Gak?”

Looking at the forge on the hill…

“This is definitely my forge, right?”

Clang, clang, clang.

“So, to summarize…”

Someone had boldly entered his forge that should be empty and was hammering away?

“Well…”

What nerve?

“A blacksmith’s forge is a sacred sanctuary that only the blacksmith who owns it can enter and work in.”

To enter and work without the owner’s permission?

It wouldn’t be wrong to say they were causing a ruckus in a sacred place.

What kind of audacity is this?

To occupy the place just because the owner stepped out—what a remarkable intruder!

I’d like to use my Muktan Hwalin Daesoo that I carry shrunk in my inner pocket for self-defense to really wake them up—

Clang! Clang!

“…”

Listening quietly to the hammering sound, it seemed very familiar.

After stopping Baekseol, who was spitting on both wings and rubbing them, ready to scold the audacious intruder.

Namgung Cheon-gang listened more carefully to the hammering sound.

Clang.

Definitely.

Clang!

Familiar.

Clang.

Sound.

Clear, neat, and clean, as if announcing that twilight was retreating and dawn was coming.

At the resonant sound created by that hammer, identical to his own, no, a level higher than his own.

“…”

As if enchanted, Namgung Cheon-gang walked to the forge and slowly opened the door.

Like blocked breath bursting free,

The hot heat of the forge rushed over Namgung Cheon-gang’s entire body.

The clarity that had been trapped, unable to fly away because it was blocked on all sides, finally gained freedom and poured out.

In the center of it all.

In front of the forge where red and blue flames danced together.

There was a man.

A back soaked in sweat, making the muscle definition more vivid, radiating heat greater than the forge itself.

Muscles that naturally conveyed tremendous strength, and hands gripping a hammer with the unwavering firmness of a swordsman who would never let go of his sword.

And white hair like snow, neatly tied in the middle, white as snow itself.

Sensing that the door had opened and Namgung Cheon-gang was watching.

The hammer that had soared high suddenly stopped.

The hand holding the hammer and the body slowly lowered and turned around.

He showed his face to the young man behind him.

An old man in whom experience, training, and wisdom accumulated over time coexisted with stubbornness and clarity.

The old man smiled broadly and opened his mouth.

“You’ve come.”

The Captain of Cheongeumjeong.

Mak Noya.

“Master!”

The master smiled and welcomed his disciple, and the disciple ran over with a bright, joyful smile.

Spreading his arms wide to embrace his master whom he was seeing for the first time in nearly half a year—

Thwack!

Mak Noya struck him down with his Jwasuseong ironwork.

“Quack!”

Thud.

Namgung Cheon-gang collapsed face-first with a scream while trying to embrace him.

“What grown man runs up so disgustingly!”

Mak Noya was greatly enraged and furious.

(•◇•):…

Baekseol, who was watching, could only gape in shock.

* * *

“How can you just strike your disciple’s head like that!”

“Then should I just stand still when a grown man rushes to embrace me!”

“A disciple meeting his master after half a year might want to hug him out of joy!”

“Shut up! Disgusting! Still, you should be honored that I hit you with the Jwasuseong ironwork you made.”

“What honor! If you had honored me two more times, my disciple’s head would have burst like a tomato!”

“What, has this one gone mad! Raising your voice at your master!? Damn, really!”

Mak Noya bristled and raised his Jwasuseong ironwork high.

His biceps and triceps bulged out thicker and larger than when he held the hammer.

Namgung Cheon-gang prostrated himself flat.

“It seems this disciple was dazed from being hit by the ironwork and foolishly raised his voice. Please forgive me generously with a heart like the great sea, Master!”

“…”

Seeing his disciple prostrate himself like lightning and admit his fault, Mak Noya was at a loss for words.

He’s still ghostly good at finding ways to save his own skin.

Really, he seems like he wouldn’t die no matter where you put him, which is reassuring yet absurd.

Seeing the bump on the back of his head made him feel quite sorry…

“…”

The bump is quite large.

‘Damn, I hit him harder than I thought.’

Feeling burdened by the joyful rush to embrace him, his hand moved without him realizing it.

It’s a personality issue.

The way he grumbles when receiving praise or showing favor.

Why doesn’t he realize it’s a nastiness that’s been forged through working as a blacksmith, meeting countless people, and going through experiences.

‘I really should fix my temperament.’

Having lived like this for a lifetime, even knowing it, it’s really hard to change.

“…Well, sorry about that.”

Still, time is medicine, as they say.

Unlike before, he now knows how to apologize.

“Oh my, what sin has Master committed that you’re apologizing? It’s fine, Master.”

“…You, rascal.”

What a good disciple.

More than this master with his nasty temperament deserves.

Knowing that his personality, unchangeable due to the years he’s lived, cannot be fixed, and saying it’s okay to reassure him – that heart is truly admirable—

“Your head didn’t explode, and there seems to be a bit of memory loss, but well, you’re alive, aren’t you?”

Admirable…

“Sometimes you might not recognize that Master is Master and ask ‘Who are you, old man?’ but well, since it’s something Master caused, you’ll understand, right? Right, Master?”

“…”

“Hm? Who are you, old man?”

This little bastard.

“I’m your master, you little shit!”

“Hiiiiek!”

Mak Noya conveyed his deep love toward his disciple who had lit his temper on fire and poured oil on it, using the Jwasuseong Ironworks technique.

(•◇•):…

Baekseol, who was watching, was once again left speechless.

* * *

“I heard the news. The matter in Namman was resolved better than expected. Well done.”

“Yes, Master. All of this was accomplished through Master’s grace.”

“Seeing that your mouth is still working, you must still be worth keeping alive.”

“Well, honestly, my whole body aches, Master.”

“Consider it an honor that your bones aren’t broken.”

“…”

“Aren’t you raising your hands high enough?”

Namgung Cheon-gang raised both arms even higher.

What a ghostly master.

To notice arms that had lowered by 1cm.

“Tsk. How is it that even after half a year, nothing has changed?”

“It is said ‘When a person suddenly changes, death follows; when one acts unlike themselves, it is ominous.’ How could there be any difference?”

“You’re still good with words. Even if you drowned, only your mouth would float. Even a water ghost would catch you and then put you back on land because you’re too noisy.”

“…”

“However, your heart that thinks of your master is admirable, so lower your arms and stand up.”

“Hehe, ah, you knew?”

Namgung Cheon-gang was a blacksmith who worked at Cheongeumjeong before becoming Mak Noya’s disciple.

Therefore, he had heard plenty about Mak Noya’s personality and couldn’t not know.

Stubborn and with a nasty personality, truly a martial arts eccentric who was difficult to get close to.

‘But in the end, he takes care of everything from behind, embraces and looks after you – he’s like a tsundere.’

If he were just vaguely a nasty person, the martial arts world wouldn’t respect Mak Noya.

Moreover, even in Namman, Mak Noya’s reputation had spread and he was respected.

He was just clumsy at expressing himself, but inside he was nothing but warm-hearted.

His master was.

“By the way, was the matter you went to handle resolved well, Master?”

“You ask quickly. Well, I solved it adequately. That doesn’t mean it’s completely resolved though.”

“If even Master says that, the Blood Cult’s weapons must be quite troublesome.”

“…I can’t say they’re not. However, thanks to that, I was able to advance my realm by one more level, so it wasn’t entirely fruitless.”

“As expected! Congratulations, Master!”

“Ho, you guessed it, did you?”

“I heard that your hammering sounds became even clearer than before – if I didn’t notice that, I’d have to quit being a blacksmith.”

“Kekeke. From what you can say that, it seems you’ve also risen a level. From what I can see, you’ve also achieved a realm as a warrior.”

“Hehehe. You caught me. I had some fortune in Namman.”

“Yes, since Namman came up, let me hear exactly what happened there. I heard some things from Yamu, but nothing is more certain than hearing from the person involved.”

“You heard about Namman from Elder Yamu!? How?”

“Are you going to leave messenger pigeons alone and make soup with them? Moreover, Nanman Beast Palace’s messenger pigeons use hawks, so they’re quite fast.”

“Aha!”

“Stop going off on tangents and tell me in detail what happened at that time.”

“Understood, Master. What happened was…”

Namgung Cheon-gang smoothly recounted what happened in Namman.

From the stories at Cheonjaeum to the stories at Nanman Beast Palace.

It took a full hour and a half (3 hours) to finish.

“This is even the summarized version. If written as a romance novel, it would be at least 2 volumes worth, and if recorded on the Anhui Province Square bulletin board, it would be the main notice for the next month.”

And below that would be all sorts of fierce and sweet comments.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about, but anyway, from what I heard, you truly went through remarkable things.”

Defeating the descendants of the Blood Rat Demon that caused martial arts secrets 30 years ago and the Nammantae Daehyeolseo.

In the process of defeating them, fixing the wounds of Sinchung Baekjeop with a hammer and reviving it to fight together.

This alone was amazing.

What he did at Nanman Beast Palace was even more amazing.

Who would have known he could create extreme life-generating devices and purifying farming tools to purify creatures and land poisoned by blood energy?

Of course, Mak Noya had also made painstaking efforts to create farming tools imbued with purifying power to cleanse land poisoned by blood energy, but…

‘This guy took only one month.’

What took him years to barely get a foothold on.

Did he just skim the surface?

No.

He completely purified it, so it was actually more amazing.

Even the saying “the student surpasses the master” would be insufficient to contain this guy.

“Oh my, this was all possible because Master paved the way, so this disciple could follow well. It’s all Master’s grace.”

As they say, “The master opens the path first, the disciple follows after.”

The master opens the way ahead, and the disciple follows behind.

His disciple had done everything himself, yet was attributing the credit to his master.

‘What a kind heart he has.’

Before being material for a Heavenly Craftsman, the disciple already possessed the refined heart of a Heavenly Craftsman.

How could this not be truly moving as a master?

Moreover, knowing this, it must have been why he was able to meet his own master.

‘To think he met Master, our Patriarch. Hehe.’

If he had to pick the most important thing among the Namman affairs, it would naturally be meeting his own master, furthermore, the Patriarch of Cheongeumjeong.

It seems he left behind thoughts while creating a divine object.

Truly miraculous.

However, considering the abilities of his master and Patriarch, it’s something he could easily accomplish and more.

He too wanted to see how that spirit was doing.

It’s natural for a disciple to think of longing for his master—

“So, this inadequate disciple has something he’s curious about, Master. Just who is this ‘hyung’ that made it possible?”

Huh?

Hyung??

Who?

“By any chance, have you met anyone other than the Patriarch who performed such techniques?”

Or perhaps, was there someone else in his thoughts?

So, I asked out of curiosity.

“Huh? Oh my, how could that be, Master. Of course, I’m talking about Brother Patriarch.”

“Brother… Patriarch?”

What kind of nonsense is this?

Did I hear wrong?

“Yes, Brother Patriarch. In that butterfly dream-like world where I met him, we decided to call each other brother, Master.”

“…”

“Just what kind of existence is my brother that such techniques are possible? He truly was an amazing brother.”

“…”

The Patriarch is his own master.

His master became brothers with him?

‘Then what am I?’

What does that make me?

If he’s Master’s younger brother, then his rank is higher, so a disciple would become Disciple, right?

“Heh, hehe. Right. That would be so.”

“Huh? What’s with the sudden… Wait, why are you making that enlightened smile, Master?”

“No, Disciple. I have been greatly discourteous all this time, Disciple.”

“No, what’s with this cringeworthy talk, Master! Disciple, you say!”

“The Patriarch is your brother, and you are his younger brother, are you not? I am the Patriarch’s disciple, so by rank, you would be my Disciple.”

“Oh, please don’t do that, Master. How could you… Hmm. Come to think of it, that does seem right.”

“…”

“Should I call you Disciple, Master?”

Mak Noya.

“Master? No, why are you suddenly gripping the Jwasuseong Ironworks so tightly?”

Seeing his disciple turn the sect’s genealogy into a mess.

“Huh? Huh? Energy? Energy is rising, Master! Master!!”

Unable to bear it any longer.

“Die!!”

He resolved to sacrifice himself to cut off that original sin.

“Aaaaah!”

“Master! Your younger brother disciple is about to ascend! Aaaaah!!”

It was chaos.

The reunion between master and disciple after half a year was.

“…”

Baekseol decided to just accept it at this point.

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