Final Production (2)
Takashi still feels like that day is a nightmare.
After that incident…
Takashi has disappeared and is now nothing more than a drunkard.
Takashi wants to enter the blacksmith shop where Hyunsu is living.
‘I didn’t even drink alcohol today.’
It’s just a courtesy before meeting him.
Takashi was confident again.
‘He is also a blacksmith, so he will meet me.’
With that in mind, Takashi was about to enter the blacksmith shop where Hyun-soo was living, but he was flustered.
‘What kind of person is that…?’
Hyun was the most famous person at the time.
People flocked to see him, or at least see his real-life blacksmith work.
Also, in preparation for this moment, Tae-ha sent bodyguards to control them.
But Takashi smiled slightly.
‘Still, if it were me, I could meet you right away.’
Takashi turned on the translator on his cell phone and spoke to the bodyguard.
“I am Takashi, a blacksmith who would like to meet Hyeon.”
But what the heck?
The bodyguard sighed at Takashi’s words.
“You are number 39, sir.”
“…?”
The bodyguard pointed to a group of people standing behind him.
Takashi was embarrassed.
A young man holding a household tool hammer, pretending to be a blacksmith, shouts.
“Oh, I said I’m a blacksmith, so show me how to make it!?”
Some even showed their hands.
“Can’t you see the calluses here?”
“These are calluses for exercise!”
“Oh, you can see it if you look with your mind’s eye!”
“… .”
Takashi said.
“Oh, no… I’m really a Japanese blacksmith who has been working for 26 generations… .”
“… Our family has a long history of making weapons for 13 generations!”
“I can’t lose, our family is in its 18th generation!”
“Wow, our family is in its 28th generation!”
The oblivious friend of the person who just shouted said:
“Your parents run a noodle restaurant, right… .”
“… .”
“… .”
The bodyguard said.
“… Go home. It’s dangerous for you too, so please step aside.”
Takashi had no choice but to join this group of blacksmiths who kept insisting on being blacksmiths.
‘I didn’t expect this… .’
Who would have thought that Hyun’s popularity would reach the sky like this!
Just a moment ago, a young man who runs a noodle restaurant said:
“Hehehe, I guess you’re a huge fan of Hyun too. Hiya, Hyun, the famous general that even you, the elders, like!”
Takashi couldn’t hide his embarrassment at being included in Hyun’s fan club, and he wished they wouldn’t talk to him, and he was also dumbfounded.
Doesn’t it make sense that a noodle restaurant has been in business for 28 generations?
“This is fate, would you like to go to our noodle restaurant?”
Takashi was on the verge of turning back.
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smithy.
‘What the hell is the problem?’
Hyunsoo had been feeling an inexplicable feeling lately.
It feels like my production skills are regressing.
‘Something is wrong.’
Hyun-soo’s intuition, which stemmed from his long experience as a blacksmith, was telling him so.
The problem was that I couldn’t pinpoint the reason.
Plus things made in the blacksmith shop recently.
[This is a rare grade.]
[This is a rare grade.]
[This is a general grade.]
[common…]
A lot of them were showing disastrous results.
Clearly, there was something wrong with Hyun-soo now.
‘At first I thought it was because of the pressure of becoming king.’
But no.
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That’s why Hyunsoo was needed.
He recalled what he had seen in the article.
-According to CEO Lee Se-jin, we sought advice from more than four blacksmiths in the blacksmith sector…
-The blacksmith Smith contributed the most…
This article appeared shortly after Hyunsoo revealed that he was actually a blacksmith.
The article states that he consulted with at least four blacksmiths.
smith.
Takashi.
The rest is a mystery.
But I thought this.
‘I can’t see myself now.’
Sometimes people don’t see their own problems.
‘But it’s different with skilled blacksmiths.’
It may seem like an easy problem to others.
So he hoped that real blacksmiths would approach him.
Because they didn’t necessarily need to be hostile to themselves.
But there is no clue as to who that person is.
Then, Risel came.
“Hyunsoo, it seems like you’re really popular. There are more blacksmiths impersonating you.”
“okay?”
Another biggest problem is that the number of people claiming to be blacksmiths is increasing exponentially.
Because of that, it was difficult to discern the truth.
But that doesn’t mean I can meet them all.
“I heard there are even Japanese seniors there? They are truly multinational stars.”
“Japanese old people?”
A strange light appeared in Hyunsoo’s eyes.
“Oh, I heard there’s something I want you to make. The names are… .”
The moment he heard that, Hyunsoo’s heart started to race.
‘no way…!?’
“Tanaka?”
“… Isn’t Tanaka the Korean who used to imitate Japanese people?”
“… Oh, that’s right.”
Risel snapped his fingers.
“Oh, that’s right. It wasn’t Tanaka, it was Takashi!”
“Where is he now?”
Hyunsoo is the one who knows better than anyone what kind of person Takashi is.
After hearing Risel’s words, Hyunsoo logged out immediately and came outside.
Recently, Hyunsoo moved and was living in a room attached to a blacksmith shop.
As Hyunsoo came out, countless fans appeared.
Hyunsoo hurriedly approached the bodyguards and asked.
“Where did the old man named Takashi, who was here, go?”
“Yes…? An old man? Oh, that 26th generation blacksmith… .”
After hearing the bodyguard’s words, I became confident.
“Yes, where did you go!?”
Hyunsoo looked quite excited, unlike usual.
“Ah, that person… .”
The bodyguard thought about it for a moment and said.
“Did you go to eat some noodles?”
“…Suddenly?”
Why are we suddenly having noodles?
Takashi.
He was amazed.
‘You’ve really been running a noodle restaurant for 28 generations!’
Takashi was drawn to the young man’s humor!
He was impressed by the taste of the sundae gukbap made by a family that has been running a noodle restaurant for 28 generations.
How rich was that milky broth!
Even the Korean dish called Kakdugi was fantastic.
This was the best food I’ve ever had, if not in my entire life!
I just ate it and I want to eat it again.
“See you again, sir.”
“Have a nice meal.”
Takashi broke up with the witty young man.
As soon as he opened the door and came out, the person he was looking for was waiting for him.
He bowed his head politely.
“Meet the famous Japanese general, Mr. Takashi.”
‘Have we met before?’
Of course, he had heard the name, but he acted as if he knew the face.
But that doesn’t matter to Takashi.
“I came to ask for your production request.”
The two moved to a quiet cafe nearby.
Hyunsoo, sitting across from him, was curious.
A request for production from the master craftsman Takashi?
Soon two cups of warm tea arrived.
“Why are you looking at me with such sad eyes?”
“…sorry.”
Hyunsoo realized that he had made a mistake.
A production request from the master craftsman Takashi.
This is actually nonsense.
Takashi was a great general who was better than his father or himself.
But after that happened.
“Are my hands ugly?”
Unable to bear the pain, he struck his right hand with a blacksmith’s hammer.
Hyunsoo seemed to be conveying his sadness.
At the time, the culprit was a fairly famous ‘samurai’ who met the qualifications to purchase a sword in Japan.
The warrior was brought down after suspicions of drug use emerged.
The problem occurred next.
String-
Hyunsoo felt like he couldn’t breathe.
That warrior is the old man sitting in front of me.
Using the “most excellent Japanese sword” made by Takashi, he went on a stabbing rampage in Osaka, the most populous city, killing many people.
Afterwards, the interview the half-mad author gave while being taken away shocked the world.
‘They said he was a great master, and he really was. With just one swing, he could cut so well! Hahaha!’
Afterwards, Takashi donated all of his wealth to society and burned down his own forge.
The blacksmith shop that had been in operation for 26 generations was reduced to ashes.
Ugh-
also.
His ‘grandson’ was murdered by a Japanese sword he made.
But I needed to know why he needed the production commission.
“Please give a clear reason.”
In fact, Hyunsoo had a stronger desire to refuse.
Takashi is a dangerous person now.
It was dangerous because I lost everything.
There was also something else that I didn’t understand the most.
“I don’t understand why you need to request something to be made. If you can’t understand it, I absolutely cannot make it for you.”
An old man who abandoned everything and disappeared.
He is an old man who said he would not produce any more.
It was clear that he had come to me in order not to betray what he had promised himself.
‘Why is it like this… .’
Hyunsoo was curious and Takashi started talking.
“I had a son. Unlike me, he didn’t want to take over the blacksmith business, so I kicked him out. Then one day, a wedding invitation came. I didn’t go.”
The old man fiddled with his teacup with dry eyes.
“One day, my son and daughter-in-law both passed away in a car accident at the same time, and when I came to, I found myself holding the hand of a little child. Hehe.”
“He was different from his father, he liked and loved his work as a blacksmith.”
however.
“One day, I went to Isonokami Shrine with my grandson.”
Hyunsoo’s eyes shook.
‘If it’s Isonokami Shrine…?’
The old man nodded his head.
“That’s right, the real Baekje Chiljido was on display there.”
The Chiljido map currently in the National Museum is merely a reproduction.
The real Seven-Way Map is located at the Isonokami Shrine in Japan.
“The grandson was delighted to see the Chiljido and asked, ‘Why is the Chiljido of Korea here? Was it really a gift, or was it stolen?’”
Nothing has been clearly revealed.
But the old man laughed.
“I raised my grandson really well. At that time, my grandson said that it was his dream.”
Hyunsoo listened.
What is your grandson’s dream?
“Aoi said, I don’t know if it was stolen or a gift, but we have clearly committed many wrongs against Korea historically. Also, the fact that the Seven Maps of Baekje are in Japan is some proof. She was a child who was better than adults.”
Hyunsoo learned that Takashi was a great adult.
Rather than denying the country’s wrongdoings, it was better to acknowledge them and teach the child.
Also, the boy, Aoi, was such a bright and upright child that it was heartbreaking.
“Aoi said she had a dream.”
“… .”
Hyunsoo heard the dream, and Takashi remembers Aoi’s face as if that day was vivid.
‘Grandpa! When I grow up, I will be like you and make the best sword in the world!’
Takashi is said to have asked.
Why do you want to make the best sword in the world?
Soon Takashi smiled faintly.
“… The guy wanted to repay you with the best sword he had ever made.”
Hyunsoo’s eyes filled with astonishment.
Only then did I realize what he meant.
Hundreds of years ago, Baekje’s Chiljido was passed on to Japan.
“I will return the Baekje Chiljido in the style of my grandson Aoi. I will donate Japan’s best sword to Korea.”
The last work of a master who had lost everything contained the brightest dreams of a child.
Hyunsoo’s eyes were shaking after hearing the whole story.
In fact, this is Takashi’s last production to be released to the world.
Because the reason was so cool.
Now the most important thing remained.
“What would you like to ask me?”
“In Korea, they call it ‘sashimi.’”
What the elderly want to donate to Korea.
This is currently the most loved sword among Japanese swords.
It was the Sakai sashimi knife.
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