To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 297

episode 297 derp, the crazy blacksmith (2)

another day has passed.

ray, who finally knew how to pick up a hammer and hit iron, tasted despair when derp said, ‘i’m not ready to hit iron yet’.

derp handed over a bucket of water instead of iron.

when i look at him as if he doesn’t understand the meaning, he frowns and says.

“you hit the water there.”

“yes?”

“is this guy deaf? now that you understand iron, you don’t have to understand water!”

it’s as if it’s morning, so shouldn’t we eat breakfast! it is a natural flow as if

being so dumbfounded, ray asked why he was hitting the water, prepared to be slapped on the cheek.

then, the bizarre answer came back, saying, ‘i’m just hitting it because there is water there’.

i have met all kinds of people in the world, but i have never met anyone of this race in my history.

why do i have to understand the feelings of still water?

even though i had heard the old saying of cutting water with a knife, it was my first time hitting water with a hammer.

ray’s gaze went to a bucket of water piled up in one corner.

it has accumulated a lot of dust because it has not been used for a long time.

of course, the water in it also ate a lot of dust.

the color of the water made me wonder if it was lye.

he squatted down and grumbled.

“i came to make a sword, and it looks like it’s just splashing around.”

it was a voice i told him to listen to, but it didn’t even matter to derp.

“noisy. i’ll be out for a while, so don’t goof around.”

he purses his lips and answers.

“yes.”

“come to think of it, i ran out of anything to eat. if you go to the stream to fetch water, do your best to hunt.”

now he has mastered the art of pampering.

after derp left, ray, who was left alone in the smithy, grabbed the hammer.

i look at the bucket of calm water without a single ripple.

as a test, i hit the water with a hammer.

splash –

as expected, dirty water splashes here and there.

“when i said to understand iron, i meant to remain calm. what does it mean to understand water?”

i thought about it, but i couldn’t figure it out.

anyway, now it seems that there is no answer other than playing in the water and playing hard as derp ordered.

hit it once more, and the water stirs.

after only two hammerings, the water in the bucket was almost half gone.

if it’s going to be like this, it seems better to do it by the stream.

his answer was good until just now, but as soon as derp disappeared, his attitude changed crookedly.

“following crazy things, they now do chores. you eat well.”

arriving at the stream, he filled a bucket with water and beat it.

drops of water splashed around without mercy.

even though his clothes were soaked, he didn’t care much.

it’s just hitting the hammer, but doing it is fun.

it seemed as if the stress that had been built up over and over until now had melted away.

unlike hammering, which imitated derp at first, his movements were changing little by little without his knowledge.

the hammering changes very slowly to the shape that suits you.

after hitting the bucket like that for half a day, i came up with a trick.

no matter how much power a hammer contains, it loses much of that power when it comes in contact with water.

in an instant, they were treated worse than kobolds.

there was no longer any energy left to protest.

for a month, i only hit puddles of water.

in fact, i thought that derp simply wanted to bully him.

at that time, the man who was walking ahead spoke softly.

“...i have something to give you, so come with me.”

when i followed him into the smithy, the fire in the furnace was burning hot for some reason.

derp, who was searching for something under an old shelf, takes out a faded anvil.

numerous sharply drawn scratches and dented surfaces are impressive.

“it’s time to start pounding iron. make it yours.”

hand over the anvil while talking.

can you finally do blacksmithing like blacksmithing?

ray’s face was flushed with excitement.

how much have you eaten so far?

i had to do crazy things for granted, and i can’t count all the fingers and toes i’ve been slapped on the cheek for saying one wrong thing.

i accepted it, wiping away the tears that were about to come out.

i only have one anvil, but i have the womb of a blacksmith.

radar has grown without realizing it.

as he holds the anvil in his stance, his strong arms are revealed at first glance.

derp looked at it and nodded in satisfaction.

“good. give it a try.”

he throws a fist-sized lump of iron.

it is a simple iron that has not been heated in a furnace.

in a way, he was quite familiar with the iron plate because of what had happened, but it was almost the first time he encountered a round iron lump that was not well shaped.

ray grabbed the hammer without hesitation.

his hammer gently strikes the iron, just as a musician who has shared the joys and sorrows of an instrument all his life plucks the note affectionately.

even though it was only a slight blow, a powerful sound echoed everywhere.

caan-!

it sounded very similar to the one derp hit earlier.

‘is that all you can do?’ derp, who was nothing but a ‘useless guy’, praised him for the first time.

“among the lesser human bastards, you have decent skills.”

derp, who took the anvil and blew the cheek of ray, who jumped with joy, pointed at the brazier.

not knowing the meaning, he tilted his head and put his hand near the brazier.

derp doesn’t know how to use mana.

his strength was strong enough to compete with an orc, but he had never learned swordsmanship or magic.

mana can’t protect it, so if it’s a culprit, of course, the heat will ripen.

however, he lived with heat for many years. this is no big deal.

he asks, roughly measuring the temperature with his calloused hands.

“what is the most important thing in a forge?”

“i am a blacksmith.”

“right. the most important thing in the smithy that produces weapons is the blacksmith. but the hearth is just as important. if either of these two things are missing, the place cannot be called a forge.”

“yes.”

“starting today, you touch iron. throw away the arrogant idea of making armor. with your skills, you can’t even make armor, let alone leather sacks.”

“i will keep that in mind!”

“i heard that you deal with mana. try using mana when you touch iron. i’ll just put my hand down.”

even though he made a ghastly noise in his face, ray did not take it seriously.

“to dare to use mana in a sacred forge is outrageous.”

“ha ha ha! always keep that spirit in mind!”

over time, the two began to resemble each other.