Standard of Reincarnation Chapter 23

The Standard of Reincarnation Episode 23

Hansen’s reaction at the beginning was very common sense.

“You sound very funny.”

It was natural.

You have the bones of a white dragon that went extinct 500 years ago.

It was a lie that even a child would not believe.

“Oh no way.”

I opened my eyes wide when I saw the bones Vinchen had brought out.

“Nonsense.”

After denying reality,

“Is it real?”

I opened my mouth wide in an unacceptable situation.

“You mean a real keel?”

“I’d appreciate it if you could lower your voice a little. It’s because no one else except my father knows about it.”

“I’m sorry.”

Hansen carefully accepted the keel.

I looked at this and that with the magic comfort glasses.

“Really.”

I looked at Vincen as if it was absurd.

“Why is this on you?”

“Isn’t it important to be there?”

“Huh.”

At this point, Hansen had no choice but to admit.

“It seems that you and I were meant to meet.”

Hansen’s lifelong wish was to make a sword out of a keel.

I never thought I’d meet the clue to making that wish come true here.

“I came to do you a favor.”

I tried to take care of Hongryeon and make her a famous sword.

“Looks like I’m indebted.”

“i look forward to.”

“Are you going to leave this to me?”

“yes. Is there any reason not to?”

“What if I run with this?”

“I know you won’t.”

There was confidence in Vinchen’s eyes.

Hansen was unfamiliar with that certainty.

‘I never thought there would be a guy who would give up his keel like this.’

He was the first person since Khan to show such unfounded beliefs.

Do you mean the father and the son?

‘I don’t hate this feeling I’ve been feeling for the first time in a while.’

Even the young Khan had such firm convictions.

Hansen accepted the keel.

“Come back to the blacksmith in two weeks.”

“Can I give you two?”

It was surprising even to Vincen.

I thought it would take 2 years.

Hansen explained quite nicely.

“The research was finished long ago. I just couldn’t proceed because I didn’t have a keel. It is a job that only needs to be transplanted into a half-finished sword, so it will be finished in two weeks.”

“Then, is it possible to do that with Hongryeon?”

“To Hongryeon?”

Hansen frowned slightly.

I drew a picture in my head and soon came to a conclusion.

“It is possible, but we cannot guarantee the best outcome.”

“Then, please ask Hongryeon.”

Vinchen asked Hongryeon to transplant the keel.

“Why are you asking me like this?”

“Because Hongryeon is a great sword.”

“Not for such an unfamiliar reason. Tell me the real reason.”

“I am serious.”

A good sword is relative.

No matter how excellent a sword is, it is useless if it does not suit the user.

Vinchen, who had held numerous swords, felt it the moment he held the red lotus.

That this sword is the perfect sword for me.

“I hear the voice of the sword.”

This was a realm of conviction beyond intuition, and 500 years ago, warriors referred to this as hearing a ‘sword mark’.

“Also, Hongryeon is a symbolic sword.”

Hongryeon is the sword that announced the beginning of Khan.

It was also the sword that marked the beginning of Hansen, the master.

In Adenka, Hongryeon means ‘beginning’.

“There are few people who don’t know Hongryeon. In a sense, it is a sword that symbolizes the father more than white wings. Hongryeon will become wings for me, who started very late.”

Hansen looked at Vinchen for a while before asking.

“What are you aiming for?”

“I want to be strong.”

“Some extent?”

“Doesn’t Adenca have a mission?”

There is a family line that must be overcome.

Sword master Samion.

A traditional house that has never given up the top spot for 500 years.

“I am going to make it happen.”

It was also

the wish of Hansen, a master who had been with Adenka.

“It won’t be easy.”

Adenka, led by Khan, one of the strongest warriors of the time, could not surpass Samion.

Of course, Khan was strong, but Samion’s head was also strong, and Samion’s overall strength was one step higher.

History has proven that, and the ranks of Samion and Adenka have never changed.

“Isn’t that worth it?”

Hansen was silent for another long time before opening his mouth.

“…Come see me in three weeks.”

One week more than Hansen had initially said.

* * *

Three weeks have passed.

“Seri. request.”

“Do not worry. Because I am for Confucius.”

Seri, who is almost the only person who can handle Hansen comfortably.

With her, I thought it would be easy to have a conversation with Hansen, who must have been extremely sensitive due to the hard work.

Hansen’s smithy was about two hours away by horse-drawn carriage.

Unlike other smithies that were clustered together, Hansen’s smithy was located at the end of a deserted road.

‘The smell of fire.’

I felt it before I even reached the forge.

There was a strong smell of fire.

‘It’s been a while.’

There, Vincen felt a little strange.

Just like the difference between modern mana and past mana.

The smelting technique of the past and the smelting technique of today were different.

‘The fire is violent.’

– Can you feel that?

‘okay.’

On the way here, I passed many forges.

‘The unrefined feeling…’

If I had to put it,

‘It’s close to the savage energy you’re talking about.’

-is it so?

Julian could not properly understand Vinchen’s words.

Because this sense comes from experience, and there was no way to specifically feel this sense in Julian’s theory.

– Is there a problem?

‘well. I guess I’ll have to go.’

Seri, who sat next to Vincen, bit her lip for no reason.

‘It’s like this again.’

Seri sometimes felt this kind of sinister.

Once I had a bad thought, the thought grew out of control.

These ominous thoughts were actually more often than not worthless worries.

The tax collector was well aware of that fact.

‘Because today is a good day.’

It is the day Vincen obtains a great sword.

Why do I feel so ominous on such an auspicious day?

‘Seri. Wake!’

Arrived in front of the forge.

The entire forge was on fire.

Se-ri was slightly surprised, but did not show it too much.

All she knew was that sometimes the entire forge would burn down.

‘Because the god of fire gave him a blessing.’

Vinchen stood in front of him.

‘It’s hot.’

I could feel the heat of the forge.

Vinchen walked inconspicuously and blocked Se-ri.

After being careful not to get burned, he glanced back and said.

“The fire is too wild. I don’t think the publican can get in.”

“….”

Seri held back the urge to say, ‘I want to go in too’.

As Vincen said, the flames were so strong that it was difficult for her to get inside.

“Are you okay, Confucius?”

“so so.”

“If you get hurt, you will cry.”

Vincen laughed.

“Seri. Didn’t you say you grew up under Hansen’s camp?”

“yes. that’s right.”

“Did you ever see a fire like this?”

“I don’t think…”

“never?”

“yes. no. It’s the first time I’ve seen fire.”

Tears welled up in Seri’s eyes.

It was because he had an intuition that an accident had occurred.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be a big deal.”

After Vincen reassured the tax collector, he started walking toward the flames.

– Tongue hyung, is this okay?

Even if Hansen had the protection of the fire god, Vinchen had none.

‘Don’t tell me. I have to focus on breathing.’

Vincen controlled the fire energy contained in the inhalation and exhalation.

Fire was also an energy, and if it could be controlled well without losing control, it could not harm the body.

Unmanned soldiers who reached the extreme in the past could move freely even in a pit of fire.

Of course, today’s Vinchen did not achieve that level of achievement.

‘hot.’

Sweat trickled down.

My heart felt like it would explode after accepting the massive firearm.

It was ‘non-daily life’ to modern martial artists, but ‘daily life’ to Vinchen.

Without panicking, I continued to focus on my breathing.

‘The energy is too violent and rough.’

My heart was in a hurry.

It was an uncontrolled energy.

In the past, there were cases where blacksmiths with bad tempers used fire to test warriors, but that energy was mostly controlled.

‘I can’t see ahead.’

The black smoke choked me and I couldn’t see.

Tears flowed from his eyes and Vincen closed his eyes.

‘Find the most intense firearm.’

I had to find it with the flow, not with my eyes.

The place where the density of this aura is highest.

The origin of this intense energy.

Walking towards it, I soon discovered a huge stream of fire.

It was so hot it felt like my skin was melting.

It was difficult to advance any further.

‘It’s cut.’

A sword designed to cut Samion.

There is nothing that the ‘supernatural swordsman’ cannot cut.

Vincen believed that and made this sword together with his teacher, Nedia.

Instead of Hongryeon, he arbitrarily took out the sword he was holding.

‘Supernatural sword.’

In the end, Vincen quelled this hot flame for a while.

Vincen, who was aiming for the gap, opened his eyes and ran.

I could see Hansen, who had lost consciousness in the distance and collapsed.

Hansen’s skin was scorched here and there.

‘If I leave it like this, I will die.’

There is no way that a master of Hansen’s level could have just made a mistake.

Vincent was able to realize.

That sword floating in the air.

‘Hongryeon’, which transplanted Baekryong’s bones, created too big a variable.

‘Julian. Can you rationally explain this situation?’

Julian spoke quickly.

-I know that the white dragon’s energy is very destructive. It seems that the energy met with the fire of the smithy is creating a powerful effect.

‘Did Hansen not know that?’

-Okay.

Nonetheless, this accident happened.

There was a chance that it was not a simple accident.

In the first place, the process of obtaining the keel itself was thought to be no coincidence.

Then there was only one answer.

‘The arrangement that Aslan left for me.’

I found some rough clues.

Then I had to find a way.

If left as it is, Hansen, as well as himself, would be burned to death.

I asked Julian.

‘Is there a way to put out this flame?’

-Are there any swordsmanships that you know that focus only on defense?

‘On defense?’

– A flame this powerful cannot be an eternal flame.

At those words, Vincen realized.

‘It sounds like all I have to do is hold on.’

Such intense fire cannot last forever.

You just have to endure it.

Yulian’s voice was also urgent.

Even the smart one had never assumed that he would die in a fire in Hansen’s forge.

Vinchen answered calmly.

‘A sword that can buy time.’

In a way that even Julian couldn’t think of, he decided to block this fire with Vinchen’s method.

‘A sword that only thought of defense.’

The sword belonged to Vincen.

Because he was Daven Samion before he was Vincen Adenca.