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Chapter 34

##34fury. Wolyeong (moonlight))

“What kind of person is the head of the field??”

The night market's tent was located in the most remote corner of the hill where the Ronin Market was held..

While walking along the winding mountain path along Fumanchun, to kill time, I asked about the night market we would meet..

“No one knows his real name, and everyone calls him Old Man Above. Like most field leaders, he is as big as a bear, has a blunt look, and is unusually stubborn..”

“I wish I had as much skill as stubbornness..”

“It is said that his skills go without saying. When they first appeared at the ronin market, everyone wondered what he was doing, but a few ronin thought they were being fooled and bought the knives that the ronin man was selling.…….”

“What are Ronin? What happened??”

Perhaps because he was a ronin who traveled to all kinds of places, Bok Man-chun had the talent of a storyteller..

He stopped talking just at the part I was curious about, turned to me and smiled..

“It saved my life several times. I bought it because I thought it was a cheap sword, but it didn't lose any teeth and was still intact even after dozens of battles..”

“……It was a treasured sword..”

“The really interesting story starts now. One of the ronin whose life was saved thanks to that sword went to thank him in gratitude, but do you know what the old man said??”

Bok Manchun cleared his throat loudly and imitated the voice of an old man he had never seen before..

“It's a cheap, poorly made knife, so you don't need any more money..”

I chuckled at the excessively thick and rough voice..

“I think my skills are solid..”

“haha. yes. From then on, the old man above became famous in the Ronin Market. Ronins lined up to buy weapons from him. Wow, the road suddenly got dark..”

As we got further and further away from the center of Ronin Market, the road suddenly became dark..

Cheek…….

Bok Man-chun took out the Hwa-seop jar from his bosom, lit it, and said, lighting the way ahead..

“How much did I say... … . Ah, it was from then on that the old man above started to ask for help from the elderly..”

“Request?”

“yes. He said he would make a treasured sword if you listened to his request..”

“Hoo…….”

I became interested in the word treasured sword..

There are many field stores in the world, but there are very few fields that can boast that they can make a treasured sword..

Even in my past life, I have rarely seen field fields of that level..

If I had to pick one person, it would be the person who created the Blood Demon Sword.…….

Fu Manchun's excited voice brought me back to reality..

“A craftsman who calls treasured swords cheap can boast that they are precious swords! Can you imagine what kind of thing we will make??”

“It would not be unreasonable to think that this means that they will make you a new recruit..”

“It doesn't matter if it's not a sword. He said he would make anything that could be made of iron, including swords, spears, batons, and armor..”

At this point, I couldn't help but wonder..

“So what is the request??”

“i don't know.”

“yes?”

“All the ronin who accepted that request died..”

“…….”

Is this person kidding me?…….

When my eyes changed unusually, Bok Man-chun hurriedly said as if trying to calm things down..

“Of course, there are those who are not dead. But they never told me what the request was for..”

“…… Did you take an oath to keep it a secret? It's a bit strange to say this in front of Commander-in-Chief Bok, but I know that the old people are not that loud-mouthed.…….”

“That's not it, they all went crazy. Every single one of those who failed the request.”

At this point, wouldn't it be reasonable to think that Fu Manchun planned to bring me to a secret place and kill me or drive me crazy?.

“Now you're showing your true colors. Are you after my property??”

“Go, Confucius. Please listen to everything people say..”

As I slowly clenched my fist, Fu Manchun broke into a cold sweat and made an excuse..

“The old man above doesn't necessarily have to accept a request to make something. They make it even for money..”

“…….”

“Even if he is not a new recruit, he will go somewhere and make something that can be called a treasured sword. I don't know what kind of item Confucius wants..”

“I should have said that a long time ago.”

After the misunderstanding was resolved, I lowered my fist. Bok Man-chun playfully sighed and sighed..

“Anyway, they say he is that kind of old man. He is stubborn, talented, and has a loud mouth, so he would be a perfect fit for what Confucius is looking for..”

“I don't know why someone like that is in the Ronin market. If you have that skill, there will be plenty of places that will accept you..”

“You'd better not ask that..”

Fu Manchun touched the patch over his left eye and smiled faintly..

“For a guy on this floor, there's no one without a story..”

“Even now, it doesn't look good at all..”

“Tsk…….”

We continued climbing the mountain while having a long conversation..

After climbing up the hill for a long time and almost reaching the top, I saw a tent..

The torch hanging next to the tent flickered, and two people were seen standing in front of it..

“Confucius. Almost there…….”

Tweet!

With a sound like a drum exploding, one of the men standing in front of the tent leapt into the air and flew past me..

“Wow! damn old man!”

Fortunately, the man who had been beaten as badly as it sounded jumped up and shouted towards the tent..

“Why are you saying it can't be done? You said you'd give me money!”

The man screamed towards the tent with bloodshot eyes..

His face was black and had a strange medicinal smell, making him look like he was addicted to drugs..

At that time, the person who hit the man and remained in the tent said:.

“It's so bad. I'm not selling anything to you..”

Because I was standing in front of a torch, I couldn't see his face properly because it was backlit, but I could tell that the old man's voice was an old man's..

“Damn it! I know I'll be okay even if I do this?”

“Are you going to get hit more??”

As if he didn't have the courage to attack him again, the man hurled all kinds of creative curses at the old man and then turned and ran away..

I asked Fu Manchun in a whisper..

“That old man is the field leader.?”

“It seems like that's the case.”

“You didn't say that martial arts are strong..”

“How would I even know that?.”

The old man who had been standing silently in front of the tent until then turned his head and looked at us..

“What do you guys think??”

* * *

A man as solid as a rock who has endured in one place for a thousand years.

This was the first thought that came to mind when I saw the old man above up close..

Perhaps because he had been working with iron for over several decades, his body seemed stronger than any other iron..

And for some reason, it was a face I felt like I had seen before somewhere..

‘The face looks familiar.’

The old man above had several tattoos on his shoulders and arms, and among them, the red dragon on his left shoulder was similar to one I knew..

The moment I saw that tattoo, a name suddenly came to mind..

‘That tattoo can't be…….’

As I stood there silently, Fu Man-chun noticed me and stepped forward and took the gun..

“Above, Noya (old man). We heard of Wei Noya's great reputation and rode from afar to visit him..”

“No more sugarcoating, just tell me what you want..”

“……Hmm. I would like to request the production of a weapon..”

“It’s a weapon… … . It looks like the weapon this young man is planning to use..”

The old man above looked at me with a tired face..

His eyes scanned my entire body thoroughly..

His face looked tired, but his gaze was as sharp as a well-honed blade..

At that moment I was sure.

This old man was from a family I knew..

I passed Fu Manchun and headed toward the old man..

“The request to make a new recruit. Is it still valid?”

“Go, Confucius! That's just…….”

“stay still.”

“…….”

I silenced Fu Manchun with a cold voice..

The old man looked at me for a moment and said, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand..

“Did you hear that story too? All the ronin who accepted my request are dead..”

“I know. They say everyone either dies or goes crazy..”

“Still, you will accept my request.?”

“hmm. that is…….”

I scratched my cheek and said to the old man above who was looking at me with an expression that said, “Okay then.”.

“The request itself is not a problem, but can I handle it later? I have a big exam in a few days, so it might be a little difficult right now..”

“……what? Hahaha!”

The old man above burst out laughing at my words..

After a while, he looked at me with his eyes becoming a little more serious..

“Look at me and stand straight.”

The old man above looked straight at me..

A gaze that is completely different from before, as if fireworks are about to explode from both eyes..

In any field, craftsmen have ‘eyes’..

Just as the old man above evaluates a sword, I was evaluating people with my own eyes..

I faced his gaze without avoiding it..

After a while, a light of surprise passed through the old man's eyes..

“Strange... … Strange. Huh.”

The old man looked at me for a while longer and eventually shook his head..

“Go back. I will not entrust my request to you..”

“Are you not sure about me??”

The old man nodded calmly..

“You are an unfinished sword. I can't even imagine what form it will have when completed... … This sword still lacks strength and prowess, so it could break at any time..”

That was quite a sharp point..

As a Yajang, the old man compared me to a sword, meaning that my martial arts skills were still lacking and my body was not perfect..

But there was something that even the old man’s eyes could not see..

“I'm still a pretty strong sword.”

“In my eyes no. I don't want to break the unfinished sword with my own hands..”

The old man shook his head and sighed and said..

“As a reward for broadening your horizons, I will give you one of the best swords I made. In the future, when you think you are complete, come see me again. At that time, I will leave the request to you..”

It was a favor to me and an advance payment for a future request..

But even if I don't come to see him again, Old Man Wei won't blame me or try to find me..

‘It's a little frustrating, but I like it.’

I liked one craftsman named Old Man Wei..

At the same time, it was frustrating to know that once such a stubborn old man makes up his mind, neither persuasion nor torture will work..

In the end, I had no choice but to nod..

“All right. I'm going back today, and I'll come back soon..”

“I look forward to it. Please wait here for a moment. I will bring you a sword.”

In fact, weapons made of meteorite were not needed right now..

Until my martial arts skills and position are sufficient.

Until then, this sword given to me by the old man was enough..

“This guy is Wolyeong (月影). It'll probably be useful..”

I accepted the sword handed to me by the old man above..

The black scabbard without any patterns did not even have the usual thread..

But the moment I picked up the sword, I knew it was a famous sword..

Moon shadow…….

I liked the name too.

“See you again soon.”

“Goodbye.”

It was when I turned around after saying hello to the old man above..

“gaffer! Said I'd regret it-!”

Dozens of torches could be seen approaching from the bottom of the mountain..

The owner of the voice that shouted so fiercely was the man who had been kicked out by the old man earlier..

“Go set the tent on fire and take everything inside! Surround that old man so he can't escape.!”

At the man's command, the ronin holding torches dispersed from below and began to come up, surrounding us..

The number is at least dozens.

They were all trained in martial arts, so their movements were quick..

“How dare you do something like this in the ronin market?…….”

Fu Manchun radiated murderous energy from his whole body and drew his sword..

The old man also came out of the tent with a stern expression and a large knife..

That's when I stopped the two people..

“You two, please stay here..”

“yes?”

“what?”

It was the car I was itching for..

Entering the rough world of ronin, which reminded me of the days of the clan, I became strangely thirsty to watch others fight..

Grumble.

When I took out the sword handed to me by the old man above from its scabbard, a pleasant sound rang out..

‘It's a rare sword..’

I looked back at the old man above me and grinned..

“Let me show you. What level of sword am I now?.”

“……Then it might break..”

“No way.”

I stepped forward to deal with the waves of ronin alone..

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