My Dad Is Too Strong

Lee Do-joon, welcome to the crack management system.

Cracks in Yongsan-dong 6-ga, Yongsan-gu, Seoul, have been registered.

Please select the grade of the crack. Or, when you register an emerging monster, the grade of the crack is automatically entered. Also, select the 'Exception' option if the crack is measured to have a higher grade.

An average of six cracks per month appear in Seoul.

The work of crack management and crack exploration system is to investigate new cracks, and civil servants who are managers determine the difficulty of cracks and grade them.

The inside of the crack in Yongsan-dong 6-ga was in the form of a forest.

There was an orc warrior wearing a sheet metal armor and using a double-edged axe similar to his size as a sleeping device. Dojun set the difficulty of the crack to B.It reminds me of the fact that Seoul City Hall has managed up to the B-level rift as it has a business agreement with the Hunter Management Bureau and a high-quality Hunter.

Bam!

Squirt!

Cha Ye-ji cut off the body of the Orc Warrior, who was running from place to place, with his armor.

After following Cha Ye-ji about 20 meters away, Do-jun, who was mapping, suddenly noticed Cha Ye-ji's sword.

Class B artifacts obtained by cracking brakes.

"Mr. Hunter."

"What?"

At Dojun's call, Cha Ye-ji looked back.

Oak blood drips to the floor along the sword.

Compared to the first black one, the teeth were missing and traces of time were visible.

"Nothing."

Took.

Press the power button on the Space tab once to turn off the screen.

"Shall we stop here for today?"

Cha Ye-ji nodded with a smile.

"Yes!"

Treasure Goblin Company.

Here are the adventurers in the center.

It was a kind of exchange that often came to get the artifacts needed for adventure.

A dwarf lived in the corner blacksmith's first floor of the Goblin Company, a treasure house of countless tribes.

His name is Dacum.

The Dwerp people who are familiar with iron and flame.

He was a tribe with a reputation for blacksmith skills.

Dacum was the most talented of all, although he was eccentric in character.

His perfectionism of destroying 1,000 swords on the spot if he didn't like them even if he made them, made the other Dwarfs' tongues pop.

That's why I keep losing money. Make a rough one and cover your eyes. We can't make ends meet if we can't make ends meet.

Hey, Dacum. This time, the adventurers on the sixth floor ordered artifacts in bulk. The unit price is five blue-skilled stones. Why didn't you refuse to make 100 shabby things when you could spend your whole life playing and eating?

Even though his colleagues around him feel sorry for him and bring him work or give him advice mixed with sympathy, he never gave up his own beliefs.

Because I thought blacksmithing was to infuse my soul into the season.

Whoo-hoo. Whoo-hoo.

His hand, controlling firepower with a bellow, was cautious as if dealing with a baby.

It was believed that the outcome would change by just one degree.

Argh!

Heat enough and immerse the iron in water, which has risen above the pervert point.

The iron, heated in bright red, met with water and cooled rapidly, generating smoke.

Heat the iron again. Repeated several times like this increases the strength and hardness of the iron.

a sword of iron that was soon completed

It was sold to an adventurer on the fourth floor on two green skilled stones.

The adventurer felt sorry and said, "I will give you five more," but he took only two, saying, "I don't need them."

Aang!

Start hammering again.

The heat from the fireplace in the blacksmith's bow filled his forehead with perspiration, but Dacum did not care. Fire was a lifelong friend to him, and rather felt cozy.

Then an adventurer came to Dacum.

Chin

The adventurer didn't talk to Dacum, who was in the middle of his work.

Sitting in a wooden chair nearby, I just looked at Dacum hammering.

The adventurer's costume was unusual.

The sleeves of the shirt were folded up to the elbow.

Tight but slightly open trousers and stylish shoes.

Generally distinguished from adventurers in armor.

Yes, the adventurer was Dojun.

Swoosh.

Dacum glanced at Dojun as if he was strange.

I got back into my work. I'm sure he came to see him.

Anyway, it doesn't interfere with the work, so Dacum continued the work, thinking it might be good.

Aang!

Looking at Dacum's hammer, Dojun looked at his wristwatch.

A day at the Treasure Goblin Company is an hour on Earth.

You can wait leisurely until his work is done.

Do-jun looked at the hot iron with longing eyes as it was hammered.

"How'd you get here?"

For a long time of 72 hours.

Dacum talked to Dojun, who waited for the work to be finished.

Dacum knew that the adventurer was a man named Dojun.

Dojun's presence in the Treasure Goblin Company was so famous.

Rumor has it that he was enshrined by the Wei Zhonggi of Okmyeon Confucius.

"I'd like you to make me a sword."

"If it's a sword, choose one you like from the one on the display."

"No, I'd like to ask you to make an order."

Dojun took a steel bar out of Ibela's pocket.

You might think it's just a bar of iron that blacksmiths get bored with all their lives.

Dacum's eyes opened wide as he was looking at the iron bars handed over by Dojun.

"......this is the end of the year!"

Han Chul, which is said to have been here for ten thousand years.

an object more valuable to blacksmiths than any other gold and silver treasures

It was the second time in his life that he had seen the late season, and Dacum couldn't control his pounding heart.

"I'd like you to make a sword out of it."

"......can I leave this precious thing to someone like me?"

"Where else is a blacksmith like you?"

Dojun smiled a thin smile.

Actually, the reason why I was watching Dojun Dacum work is because.

It meant a lot to respect his work, but it was also to see his skills.

"It's not unusual to handle iron."

How come?

To a man who is not a blacksmith.

Being evaluated may make you feel bad.

Dacum didn't feel that way at all. Rather, I felt strange.

"But... ...you said order making?"

"There is a sword I want to re-enact. Of course, that's your choice."

"Jaehyun..." You, the blacksmith...…."

"I know. If you make a thousand swords, you'll get different swords."

The words made me realize the cause of the strange feeling of Dacum.

Homogeneity. Yeah, it was homogeneity.

The smell of iron and flame was felt from a strange adventurer.

"I see. You...…."

blur the end of a word

"So, what kind of sword do you want to recreate?"

Dojun said.

"Nakwolgum ()."

The sword, which means dropping the moon.

It was once the sword of a scholar in the imperial palace called the Gumseong.

***

To deal with the eternal season.

dreamlike work for a blacksmith for life

Over a month at Treasure Goblin Company.

Dojun never left Dacum's side and watched him work and helped him.

Of course, the work of making swords is the work of Dacum, who is a blacksmith.

Dojun would simply hand him water so he could concentrate on making a sword or give him a clean cloth to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Finally, the last quenching is over.

A finished bag of black bright blue was in it.

It's like you're about to cut off your fingers just by putting your hand on the edge.

For Dacum, the sword was a lifetime masterpiece.

As much as it deals with iron, which is like a treasure for a blacksmith.

Dacum also dedicated his soul as a blacksmith.

"Thank you, I will live forever thanking you for letting me make such a sword with my own hands."

Dojun was going to say something.

Soon he shrugged and giggled.

Because I understand how he feels now.

"Is that your sword?"

"No. I have someone to gift me."

"Yes, I hope you are a good master."

"Surely. There's no one like her that fits this sword. By the way, what do you want for remuneration?"

"I've already been paid enough. I've had more fun than ever."

Dojun took the iron bars out of Ibela's pocket.

"I'll give you this."

the last season of life

Dacum's pupils grew bigger.

"......can you really do that?"

"Of course. I'm paying my own respects, so I hope you'll accept it."

The late season was placed on the palm of Dacum.

"Oh. And this, too.

"......he, that!"

Dacum's eyes double.

Dojun grinned.

"It's been popular lately."

inscribed with chisel

One cookie jar caught Dacum's mouth to the ear.

***

Monday

Dojun had been on a business trip last time to finish mapping the cracks in Oak, Yongsan-dong.

Schrack!

in a parabola

a barrage of swords directed at the Orc Warrior

Cha Ye-ji has been growing noticeably over the past few months.

Dojun, who was walking behind her from a distance of 30 meters away.

Cha Ye-ji's sword overlapped the image of Jin So-un.

I used to love the sword.'

Dojun recalled the days when he served as a secretary of the Moorim League.

The night before the Imperial Palace Bachelor Jin So-woon had a secret mission with Murim.

I first met a man named Jin So-un, who was practicing swords alone at a training center.

What did he say?….'

Dojun put his thoughts aside for a moment.

And Cha Ye-ji, who is going forward.

Taking turns looking at the bodies of the fallen Orc Warrior along the road.

I took a sword out of Ibela's pocket.

"Mr. Hunter."

"What?"

At Do-jun's call, Cha Ye-ji immediately takes care of the Orc Warrior he was dealing with.

"It's all over the place."

"......this?"

a dark blue sword

It was not unusual to look at.

"I think you can use it."

"What? My, me?"

"Didn't you come from the monster you caught?"

"Well, could it be? This sword...."

How come?

Cha Ye-ji felt familiar with the sword she received from Do-jun.

It was clear that it was the first time I saw it, but it was not unfamiliar.

The feeling of longing seemed to waver in Cha Ye-ji's heart.

"Falling Sword."

irrespective of one's will

The name of the sword flashed across my mind.

Cha Ye-ji was surprised.

"......what is it?"

[Five levels of academic inspection are available.]

The light shook and then disappeared from Cha Ye-ji's body.

"Gwa, manager. I......"

Dojun was still watching the scene.

"You can access phase 5 of the M.E.S..... The message is...…."

Do-joon seemed a little surprised at the remark.

And at the moment. In the past, I remembered mixing Jin So-woon with the sword.

After finishing the battle, Jin had bowed deeply to him that he had come to realize it.

I've met... ...a nobleman.

Do-joon, who was pondering about the past.

She smiled as she looked at Cha Ye-ji, who is happy that she has grown one step further.

"Congratulations."

To see someone's growth.

It's a real pleasure.