Episode 1426. So is this bido a failure? (1)
The indifferent hammer continued to strike the iron on the anvil. As if it had nothing to do with what was going on around them.
Kaang!
Every time the small hammer fell, the red-hot iron spewed out sparks in all directions.
Tang Jo-pyeong, who had been striking the hammer for such a long time, looked deeply at the iron he had lifted with tongs, and then pushed it into the furnace, which was spewing out high-temperature flames.
His face flickered with a shadow of fire as he looked at the iron engulfed in flames.
Jang Il-so, who had been watching this party review in silence, only then opened his bright red lips.
“Old man.”
A voice carrying a chill enveloped the old man.
“Where did the other party members go?”
It was a voice that anyone could not help but turn their head to. No one would be calm when a poisonous snake coils around their body.
However, the party management did not show any particular reaction to Jang Il-so’s words. He just kept his eyes fixed on the furnace, like a completely deaf person.
Jang Il-so’s eyes darkened. However, before he could do anything, Tang Jo-pyeong again took out the heated iron with his indifferent hand and started striking it.
Kaang! Kaang!
Every time the hammer struck the red-hot iron, a strange, unknown force flowed out.
“Hmm.”
At this point, Jang Il-so also laughed, looking at the party review as if it was interesting.
“It’s been quite a while since I’ve been ignored like this.”
In an instant, the blood drained from the faces of the Hongyeoms standing guard around them. Those who had escorted Jang Il-so from afar were able to perceive the twisted anger in his slow speech more keenly than anyone else.
One of the red flames quickly stepped forward.
“This old man…”
“Move.”
However, Jang Il-so coldly scolded them and blocked them. The Hongyeoms who tried to come out quickly retreated.
Jerk.
Jang Il-so slowly approached Tang Jo-pyeong. Jang Il-so, who was soon within reach with his hand outstretched, looked down at the small old man who looked as if he might crumble to pieces at any moment. The eyes were transparent and devoid of any emotion.
It’s just a useless waste of time anyway.
What this old man does has nothing to do with him. All you have to do is kill them easily with a wave of your hand and chase after those who run away. I know this better than anyone else, but the reason Jang Il-so stopped here was simply out of curiosity. Yeah, that was it.
“What are you making?”
There was no answer this time either.
Jang Il-so chuckled. A clear murderous spirit bloomed in the two beautifully curved eyes.
However, at that moment, a muttering voice came out of Tang Jo-pyeong’s mouth without even turning his head.
“Rain too.”
“Hmm?”
“We are making a secret path.”
It was more of a monologue than an answer. Jang Il-so frowned slightly.
Vidora… In this situation?
Kaang!
Tang Zhaoping struck down the hammer again. An infinitely evil light flashed in Jang Il-so’s eyes as he stared at the scene.
“What I dedicated my whole life to… has collapsed.”
A mocking voice rang out.
“Everything I had devoted my heart to cultivating was completely reduced to ashes. Still, this is the only thing that can be done. So, even at the end of your life, you repeat what you did.”
Jang Il-so raised the corners of his mouth.
“If that’s the life of these artisans… then I guess I should just say it’s pitiful and pitiful, right?”
Kaang!
The sound of the party’s official hammer became a little louder. Jang Il-so laughed, twisting the corner of his mouth a little more. The sound of iron being pushed into the furnace rang out.
“What do you think?”
“⋯⋯.”
“Do you think a great sword will emerge?”
That was not a simple question; it was a knife that pierced my soul.
“Is there a sword coming out that is great enough to make up for that terrible end? Enough to comfort myself that my miserable life was not meaningless?”
“⋯⋯.”
“Reality is terrible. The idea of a master sword created by a craftsman who has worked hard all his life and puts his soul into it at the last moment is nonsense that only appears in stories. In reality, all we do is pound iron that hasn’t melted properly and create useless waste.”
For a moment, Tang Jo-pyeong glanced at Jang Il-so with an inexplicable look in his eyes, took the bido out of the brazier again, and placed it on the anvil.
Jang Il-so asked.
“How is it? Do you feel like everything you have is being denied? Still, I feel like I’m stuck on useless things.”
My stomach twists. People who have lost everything often pretend to be bold at the last moment. In fact, it’s as if he never wanted that in the first place.
I have seen countless idiots act like they achieved liberation at the last moment. Jang Il-so couldn’t help feeling nauseated every time he saw those people.
Those who cry and cling are better. Because they are honest. Rather, those who struggle and cry out for help while crawling on the ground are pure. Compared to the losers who give false meaning to meaningless things and claim that they actually wanted something they didn’t want.
“Answer me. Is that bido worth the last thing in your life? “If it’s such a trivial life…”
A voice that seems to grab your soul and wrench it.
“There’s no need to hold on, right? huh?”
Jang Il-so’s hand twitched beneath his wide sleeves. It seemed like he had no intention of just verbally threatening me.
However, even though Tang Jo-pyeong knew that Jang Il-so could end his life at any time, he just looked around at the heated iron as if his own life did not matter.
Kaang!
The hammering of the party review began again. The red sparks continued to bounce as if the old man’s soul was fluttering about.
The iron on the anvil gradually took on the shape of a secret stone, and Tang Jo-pyeong carefully inspected the iron he had picked up with tongs and then stuck it into the furnace.
Tang Jo-pyeong slowly turned his head and looked at Jang Il-so. The old man’s indifferent gaze and Jang Il-so’s flickering gaze became intertwined in the air.
Jang Il-so couldn’t hold back the disgust that burst into tears for a moment. Finally, as I was about to wave my hand, Tang Jo-pyeong opened his mouth.
“Collecting the purest iron among countless irons.”
“⋯⋯.”
“Melted in a brutally hot furnace.”
Kaang!
Once again, Tang Zhaoping’s hammer struck Bidu.
“I hit it again and again hundreds and thousands of times.”
Kaang!
“Until it has the most perfect form and strength. “It’s twisted, broken, and bent countless times…”
Kaaaang!
Tang Jo-pyeong, who hit the hammer hard, placed the bido in a bucket of water next to him.
Cheeeeeeeee!
“Being thrown into dirty sewage.”
Pure white steam rose violently from the heated water.
“Only when it is sharpened and sharpened until the very end and its flesh is removed does it become a famous sword.”
At that moment, Jang Il-so’s eyes became strangely calm.
Tang Jo Pyeong’s voice contained a strange resonance. The sound created a weight that even Jang Il-so could not easily shake off.
“I’ve been doing things like that my whole life. “We make stronger, sharper, greater swords, we make excellent weapons, and if they don’t meet the standards in the slightest, we break them and melt them down again.”
Tang Jo-pyeong took the monument out of the bucket and placed it on the anvil.
Dark colored and bumpy surface. Even though it had not yet been polished, it could hardly be called a famous sword.
Although it is said to have been made with a small worn-out brazier and an arm that was worn out with age, it is still a sword made by a Tang family craftsman at the end of his life. However, its appearance was so shabby that it was hard to believe it.
Tang Jo-pyeong was carefully examining the pitifully shabby monument. It was as if it were a world-famous sword that would never exist again.
Wow.
Tang Jo-pyeong grabbed the not-yet-cooled raincoat with his own hand.
Cheeeeeeeek!
The blood that flowed from the ripe flesh was torn and wetted the nasal passages. However, the old man seemed not to even feel the pain and just looked at Bido indifferently and said.
“Then is this bido a failure?”
Tang Zhaoping slowly put down the hammer.
I left Bido alone, as if it still needed countless more beatings. Leaving behind an unsightly, low-class Bido.
However, there seemed to be no particular regret in his hand as he put down the hammer.
He slowly turned the bido in his hand, looked at every nook and cranny of it with calm eyes, and slowly nodded.
And he held out the bido he was holding in his hand to none other than Jang Il-so.
There was silence. Jang Il-so opened his mouth to hear the old man’s incomprehensible actions, but the indifferent voice of the party leader was thrown out first.
“I will take it.”
At that moment, a clear emotion of ’embarrassment’ bloomed on Jang Il-so’s face. As he looked alternately at the protruding raincoat and Tang Jopyeong, the corners of his eyes slightly distorted.
“⋯⋯What are you doing?”
No matter how old an old man is whose life is fading away, there is no way for him to know who the person in front of him is as long as he uses the Tang family name.
Nevertheless, this old man is now holding out to Jang Il-so the memorial stone he made for the last time in his life. I’m sure he’s not begging for his life by holding this out.
As if answering Jang Il-so’s question, Dang Jo-pyeong said:
“Steel has no fixed owner. The one holding the hand is the owner. “You are just here now.”
Jang Il-so looked down at the rugged road as if it were absurd.
“⋯⋯ This bido could be stuck in none other than Dangga’s neck?”
Despite those words, Tang Jo-pyeong did not retract his offered criticism.
I just stared at Jang Il-so blankly. Suddenly, there was no expression on Jang Il-so’s face. Jang Il-so, who had been silent like that, slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the held out bido.
Kuuk.
The heat that had not cooled down yet was conveyed. Tang Jo-pyeong’s blood, which had dried on the surface of the monument, appeared dark red on his hands.
Jang Il-so, who was staring at the bumpy and twisted mess of Bido, held on to Bido tightly and raised his head. The purpose was to blow off Tang Jo Pyeong’s head in one fell swoop.
but.
“This old man…”
Jang Il-so’s face distorted.
Tang Jo-pyeong’s head was hanging down. Suddenly, the old man stopped breathing.
Shabby.
The hammer that was put down at the last moment, the old and twisted body, and even the old furnace in front of him all look just shabby.
However, even Jang Il-so in the world could not laugh at the shabby smile on Tang Jo-pyeong’s lips.
Just as the fire in the brazier goes out, Tang Jo-pyeong’s body gradually cools down. Jang Il-so, who was looking at the father-in-law of the Tang family who had passed away in silence, turned around and flapped his long gun.
“You were just wasting time.”
A cold voice rang out.
“There are no bastards here. chase after “You probably haven’t gone far yet.”
“Yes, Lord Ryeon!”
The Maninbandos and Honggyeons who were holding their breath around them were scattered in all directions. Perhaps we will soon be able to find the traces of those who ran away.
Crack.
Jang Il-so, who was trying to walk without regret, stopped when he heard a sound passing by his ear. It was the sound of a furnace burning. A strange light flashed across Jang Il-so’s face.
“⋯⋯Hmph.”
Faaah!
Jang Il-so’s hand swung. As the tension poured out, the entire workshop collapsed at once, covering Tang Zhaoping’s body.
Coooooo!
Jang Il-so, who was coldly glaring at the collapsed workshop, roughly shoved the bito he was clutching into his arms.
“Because I hate taking on debt.”
He left words that no one could hear, then turned and walked away.
The entire workshop collapsed like that.
A small, old hammer was sticking out of the remains of the workshop, which had now lost its meaning and had been abandoned by everyone. It was like the tombstone of someone who had finally been laid to rest.
