A little embarrassed, Dang Gunnak tilted his head and shouted loudly.
"Pae, are you there?"
Dang Pae quickly opened the door and came into the house.
"Did you call me?"
"Or did anyone go to the leather room while I was away?"
"What? Why is that…?….”
Dang Gunnak asked with a young face.
"Where's Zhao Chul who was here?"
"I don't know, uh...….”
Dang Pae, who was agonizing for a moment with a frown, opened his eyes wide and inhaled for an instantaneously.
"Oh, well, that's...…?”
There seemed to be a corner where the mouth was tingling.
"He, oh, I saw my great-grandfather pack something up in the morning and head for the workshop.The, the, the...… I'm sure around here…….”
There was a strong earthquake in Dang Gunnak's pupils.
He scurried over here and there.
Come to think of it, you can't even see Hyeon-cheol, who was decorated on the left side of the temple. Other than that, some precious metals have disappeared.
Sacheon Dangga's Gajujeon is located in the center of Dangata. It was an expression of confidence that no one outside could hide here because they believed in the authority of the four thousand-party households.
"Well, the enemy inside...….”
White-faced Dang Gunnak started running into the workshop.
"The King's grandi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i!
Arriving at the workshop, he rushed inside. Then the liver broke the door open and breathed in to shout.
But he couldn't say anything while swallowing his breath.
The sound of a hammer that is pure and innocent.
It was a genuine sound of soul, as even the soul of Dang Gunnak, who has heard the hammer sound throughout his entire life as a song.
Boiling heat, shaking air, and flying sparks created an indescribable intense emotion.
Dang Gunnak is the spousal of the Sichundang family.
He could not walk the path of a craftsman, but he could understand his life. So I couldn't say anything at this moment.
The best craftsman in the Dangga, who held the hammer silently in front of the fire for the rest of his life, was now pouring his soul into it.
Dang Gunnak's gaze shifted from Dang Hopyong to Chung-Myung in the background. Chung-Myung was also watching the sheep that Dang Hopyong was doing.
At that time, the tightly sealed mouth of Dang Hopyong opened.
"Come here, Gasu."
He seemed to know that he had come even though he didn't look back.
Dang Gunnak approached enchanted and stood behind him.
The hammer pounded the iron with a long stretch.
Dang Hoppyong, who reached out and heated up the furnace, pushed iron through the charcoal with an indifferent touch.
Then he stared at the furnace with his sunken eyes. Dang Gunnak took a break from the hammer sound.
"My grandfather, this is...….”
While looking at the iron in the brazier without saying a word, Dang Hopyong took out the heated iron with tongs and put it on the anvil.
His hammer began to dance again without fail.
"I've been living in the dang family all my life."
"Sometimes I made swords, sometimes I made reflections, sometimes I made things I shouldn't have."
Despite the loud noise, somehow I felt like I was being sucked into by the words of Dang Hopyong."I made it and I made it. I didn't think I'd be a great craftsman. I've just made things for my age. And at some point, I was leading the party's craftsmen."
The old man's voice reflecting on his past life was just calm.
"But when I looked back on my life at this age, I suddenly thought, What the hell did I make?”
Dang Hopyong continued with his eyes fixed only on the anvil.
"Let's go for a good luck. I'm not a warrior, I can't give you anything. Even though I have something to tell you, I can't express it in words because I'm not good at speaking. This is all I can show you."
Dang Gunnak held his breath.
There was no sign of the old man in his mind.
Only the artisan who devoted his life to flames and iron was seen.
The hammer hits the iron bar.
The prosecutor wields the sword countless times to follow the province at the end of the sword.
Then how can you be so good at the hammer of a craftsman who has swung a hammer countless times?
the skills of one's life
beliefs that have been sustained all their lives
All of them come together and knock on the iron.
Dang Hopyong picked up a season with tongs and dipped it in a bucket.
White smoke gushed out like clouds.
"The iron is……".”
For a moment, Dang Hopyong's voice rang quietly in a cloudy space.
"You have to heat it, cool it, tap it, tap it again and again."
The voice resembled the way he walked.
"In retrospect, the life I've lived is not that different. Sometimes it was fun, sometimes it was hard, and yet I walked and walked constantly."
Fireworks began to blow again on the anvil.
"Do you remember, Examiner?"
"I didn't want to be a craftsman. I wanted to be a warrior of the party who used poison and memorization. Yes, like my grandfather."
"The old man said when he saw me crying that he didn't want to deal with iron."
Hey, you son of a b*tc*! What's so great about wielding a knife and not being able to do a good thing? The people who live with blood on their hands are the most rotten people in the world. And if I don't have a sword maker, would I fight with a cane? You just have to do your best on your own path. That's enough.
A smile formed around Dan Hoppyong's mouth.
"I never imagined that the world's first sword would say that. Thanks to you, I was able to pull myself together and walk my way."
Listening to him, Chung-Myung closed his eyes quietly.
"Now I'm repaying you for what you said back then. You'll be proud of him, too."
Chung-Myung's lips, which barely opened their mouths after hesitating, trembled slightly.
"Old man……. I…….”
"It doesn't matter."
Chung-Myung's words were buried in a pure hammering.
"Whether this sword is used to examine plum blossoms or not."
"The young Hwasan examiner who will lead Hwasan again.
"What's the difference? Even if the sword was used by the sword, it would eventually be handed down to Hwasan. The sword of the sword is Hwasan's sword, so if it's in the hands of his disciple, it's the sword of the sword."
Iron and iron clump together, and they unfold again.
Heat, cool and reheat.
Whenever the hammer, which was held at the fingertips full of traces of time, moved, the memories of the long past and the living and breathing now melted together.His small white hands suddenly became black and bumpy with wrinkles and wounds. The black hair has also faded white.
Did you accomplish something in that long, long time?
Dang Hopyong, who had been tapping the iron for a long time, shook his head.
No. That doesn't mean anything anymore.
The hammer fell straight onto the iron.
One day, and two days.
After three days and nights, the sound of the hammer continued without a break.
The medical examination was as transparent as ever.
It was clear enough to look almost white beyond silver.
The black, which was twice as thin as the average sword, seemed light at first glance, but the more I saw it, the heavier it was hard to describe.
At the bottom of the black and white cotton, which leads to the handle, vivid plum blossoms that seem to be alive were elaborately carved, and at the end of the handle wrapped with quality leather, a green thread containing the color of the Dangga was gently attached.
A few years old-looking Dan Hopyong suggested. Chung-Myung reached out quietly and squeezed a sword.
Then I closed my eyes briefly to an unknown sense.
The sword seemed to stick to his hand. Like it was part of him from the beginning.
When he lightly hit the black and white noodles with his fingertips, the thin sword was bent luxuriously and quickly regained its place.
It was soft as a kite sword, but hard as a peg sword. The day was so young that there was no need to say more.
Dang Hoppyong offered Chung-Myung a censure.
The sword, made of black iron, was engraved with red plum blossoms. It was like seeing plum blossoms in full bloom in the dark.
Chung-Myung slowly pushed the sword into the sword.
"Do you like it?"
When asked by Dang Hopyong, Chung-Myung hesitated for a moment.
What should I say?
Chung-Myung glanced at Dang Gunnak.
Then he smiled as if he was okay and nodded.
"Well, this is."
Chung-Myung carefully opened his mouth, scratching his head.
"I don't think I deserve to say anything about this sword…"….”
"Do you like it?"
"There's nothing more."
A bright smile spread over Dang Hopyong's face.
I felt rewarded for all the hard work with that word a while ago.
"Then give me a name."
"The sword that finds its owner should be named. Please give me a proper name."
It's a name.
Chung-Myung stared at the sword and grabbed the handle again.
If it's like plum blossoms blooming on a dark night, it's like seeing plum blossoms blooming in the bright daylight of the black.
Chung-Myung, who had been looking at the sword for a long time, finally smiled quietly.
The sword was named from the beginning.
"Cancerous Plum Sword.”
Dang Hopyong followed and closed his eyes slightly.
Dang Gunnak spoke in a slightly discontented voice, seemingly unhappy with the name.
"Wouldn't another name be good? Of course, I understand that Hawsan uses the term "cancer scent" quite a bit, but I don't think I've ever expressed the beauty of this sword. If you shorten it, it'll be a black sword, but it's not too rough a name...….”
However, Dang Hopyong, who was quietly brainwashed, opened his eyes and grinned.
Bright as ever. And joyful as ever.
His eyes were wet with tears.
"That's a good name. That's a great name."Dang Gunnak shut up.
He couldn't understand why Dang Hopyong even shed tears on this name. However, the name of the sword has now been decided since Dang Hopyong, who made the sword, said so.
Chung-Myung couldn't take his eyes off the sword.
"Hwasan's sword, which was made by the Sacheon Dangga, cannot be attached to anything other than this name.”
"Yes, of course, of course.”
Dang Hopyong nodded constantly.
Memories of the past flashed in his eyes.
The night when the moon was shining.
The scene of the dark zone Tangbo and the plum blossom inspection Chung-Myung sitting opposite the table was drinking.
This sword will be the sword of the Plum Blossom Inspection and the sword symbolizing the friendship between Sacheon Dangga and Hwasan.
Just like they did in the past.
"Please write it well."
Chung-Myung nodded silently.
A cold chill from the sword came from the hand holding the handle.
But it wasn't just cold.
What should I say?
It's a little warm.
Chung-Myung pushed the sword into his back and took a step closer to Dang Hopyong. Then he smiled and tapped on the shoulder.
Dang Hopyong smiled instead of saying something.
Chung-Myung, who was about to say something, eventually turned his head and coughed a few times.
"I have to see what happened to the... uh, the other swords. Uh... Yeah. I'm going out."
Chung-Myung turned around and quickly opened the liver door and went out. Dang Hopyong smiled quietly.
Dang Gunnak hesitated a little and opened his mouth.
"My grandfather, the truth is...….”
He closed his mouth and opened his eyes wide. How many years has it been since Dang Hopyong called him military music?
"Yes, my grandfather."
"I have something I want to make. Prepare my workshop.”
"Ba, you mean right away? Don't take a break.”
"A craftsman must not let go of the hammer until the day he dies. I've forgotten that for a long time."
Dang Gunnak quietly looked at Dang Hopyong's face.
His face, which had long been lifeless, had a hint of satisfaction. Dang Gunnak ended up laughing face to face without even realizing it.
As he quickly went out, Dang Hopyong looked out with deep, deep eyes.
"The plum blossoms……."
Then I closed my eyes slowly.
"…It doesn't disappear."
The scent of plum blossoms deepens in the deep darkness.
The scent of plum blossoms, which had remained in the memory for a long time, continued to this moment.
For a long time. For a long time.