The Cook of a Perished World - Chapter 53
Episode 53 Blacksmith (2)
After the wound has healed to some extent.
I was discharged from the hospital room.
I moved to my room in the ammunition battalion.
“So this is my room?”
“yes. This room was originally used as the battalion commander’s office. “Everyone agreed that it was right for the sergeant to use it.”
The problem is that that room is not an ordinary room.
It’s the battalion commander’s office.
The room used by the author of that notebook and the commander of this unit.
To be honest, it was a bit burdensome.
‘Because I am no longer just a sergeant.’
When there were only soldiers of the 423rd Battalion, I still felt like I was one of the soldiers.
Now that even the survivors have joined.
My status is guild leader.
It’s a pretty high position.
Considering this status.
Just living in a dormitory with other people can be a burden to them.
I had no choice but to just accept it.
When I was trying to get used to such a burdensome room.
smart.
Someone knocked on the door and came in.
He was a familiar person.
“Oh, Grandpa Park?”
“A long time.”
Mr. Park’s grandfather.
He saw me taking care of my knives and sharpened my knives himself and taught me how to take care of them.
What happened back then became a series of events and we talked several times after that.
“long time no see. how are you?”
First of all, because of my status, I speak informally in official settings.
I guess the age difference is too big when it comes to Mr. Park’s grandfather.
In private, I tend to just use honorifics.
“I heard that the captain was sick and couldn’t get along at all because he was so worried. Are you all better now?”
“yes. There is no problem with activities.”
“Hmph, that’s a good thing.”
Although he speaks harshly like that.
I knew he was a pretty nice person on the inside, so I didn’t think much of it.
“by the way.”
The grandfather narrows his eyes as he continues talking.
I knew what I was seeing.
Located on one side of the battalion commander’s office.
A strangely dented knife.
I said, scratching my head.
“What? “It happened like this.”
“Tsk. I heard roughly how the fight was fought. “I thought it was going to be like this.”
“…How can I not save this?”
I thought about whether I should change it soon.
First of all, it is the most familiar knife.
“It’s a sword I’ve been using since the day I awakened, so my fighting style is somewhat tailored to this sword.”
The best thing is to somehow save this sword.
but.
“I can’t save you.”
Just in case.
The death sentence was handed down.
“It’s okay if it’s really sunny or something.”
Mr. Park said as he touched the distorted kitchen knife here and there.
“Exposure to high temperatures is not a problem in itself.”
“Then what is the method…”
“But the problem is the process by which the blade exposed to high temperatures cools slowly. “Inevitably, changes occur internally.”
“Ah….”
“The properties of the metal itself change.”
The very nature of the metal changes.
“That means.”
“Even if I somehow change the shape to the original sword. It will be a completely different knife. “It will become a decoration that cannot be used.”
at last.
This means that it is impossible to revive this sword.
It wouldn’t be difficult to get another knife.
Because kitchen knives are sold at point stores.
‘It’s no different from a regular kitchen knife sold at a supermarket, so it might not be as good as the successor’s knife, which is said to have been made by a craftsman.’
What can I do?
When you open the point store and try to spend the points you saved.
“so. “I’ll make you a new one.”
“yes?”
“That knife. “Give it to me.”
Mr. Park’s grandfather.
I said those words.
“Use that knife as a reference. “Give it to me.”
“yes? Is it really that easy to make a knife? “There are no facilities here?”
“Have you already forgotten? “I too have awakened.”
Grandfather Park took something out of his arms.
What is held in the old man’s small hand.
It was a sledgehammer.
“They say the name of the awakened profession is blacksmith.”
“ah.”
Mr. Park’s grandfather is one of the 25 survivors who visited the unit.
A few days ago, all of those survivors completed their awakening.
Among them, Mr. Park’s grandfather’s awakened profession was a blacksmith.
I haven’t even heard what characteristics it has.
He’s a blacksmith.
“Actually, I thought he might have been the person who originally worked there.”
“You’re not oblivious.”
I recalled sharpening my knife in the cafeteria of the 423rd Battalion.
For a grandfather who only worked in the kitchen, he had a unique side.
‘What can I say? I would say it felt like a craftsman.’
I guessed that he did something like metal craft.
“Hey, it’s Mr. Park’s workshop.”
“yes?”
Mr. Park’s grandfather said with a triumphant expression.
“It’s called Park’s workshop. “I’m sure you’ve heard the name, right?”
“Park’s workshop?”
“I am the second generation president of the Park workshop.”
“….”
What is that?
Did he sense that my reaction was subtle?
Grandfather Park’s expression became strangely sharp.
“Park’s workshop… don’t you know?”
“…ah! I know. “You were a great person!”
“done. you bastard “You have no idea.”
I’m sorry for saying it as if it was something great.
Honestly, this is my first time hearing it.
Based on the circumstances, it appears to be a company that makes knives.
‘How do I know that?’
He wasn’t a professional chef, he was just a cook.
“What the hell. “How can this guy cook…”
“Even though I started out as a chef, I’m essentially just a cook. “I’m not really interested in knives.”
“No matter what, it is considered the best in the country, beyond Gangwon-do… No, it is not enough. “What can I say?”
Mr. Park sighs and interrupts his conversation.
He seemed a little disappointed.
It seems like he thought it was useless to say more to a stranger.
Since many cooks have a background as chefs.
Basically, it is allowed to bring in personal knives.
There is a condition that the tip of the knife must be sharpened to a blunt point because there is a risk of it being used as a weapon.
‘Our unit is a very rough unit. ‘I didn’t even do that.’
but.
Unless you are a chef, most people just use standard knives.
It seems like a name that professional chefs would know.
To be honest, I wasn’t that good.
My successors who enlisted after learning how to cook might have known it as soon as they heard it.
“anyway. Just know that you have the ability to make a few knives. “Just give me permission for a few things.”
“What permission do you mean?”
“For now, I’m going to get some help from a few wizards. Sisters who shared the same room as me. “Do you remember?”
Did you say her name was Hyejin or Hyunjin?
The reason I became connected to Grandfather Park in the first place was because of those sisters.
I remember.
“Each of them awakened as fire and ice attribute wizards. “Temperature control is essential when making knives, so I’m going to get some help from those two guys.”
“The leader of the wizards is Minjae, so I will pass it on to you.”
“Thank you. And next, I’m planning to create a workshop.”
Workshop?
I tilted my head with a puzzled expression.
Mr. Park’s grandfather’s explanation continued.
“Well, it’s nothing special. “You can think of it as a slightly larger studio.”
“no. It’s not that I don’t know the word workshop. “Is blacksmithing a profession that needs that?”
“It’s not necessary, but it’s good to have it. Me and those engineer soldiers. And there’s that seamstress girl.”
“yes.”
“In the case of production workers who manufacture items like this. “There was an explanation that there was a big difference in the results depending on whether there was a workshop in which to work.”
“oh.”
The equipment made by Captain Lee Sang-ah is still very useful today.
But is it possible to get better here?
“I’d like to open up and repair one of the ammunition dumps here, but could you give me permission?”
Combat vehicles built by engineers also definitely helped in this battle.
According to Minjae’s report, the items captured by this unit are also being remodeled and made into weapons.
There would be no harm in increasing the number of corners for these guys to be active.
“All right. “Please feel free to proceed with that part as well.”
“Thank you. “Actually, this was the most difficult request.”
“Is there anything else you would like to ask?”
Me too.
The performance of production workers in this world is better than expected.
We have decided to provide support.
I said I would support whatever I could.
“I have one last request. “Umm.”
“?”
“Not right now. “I’ll let you know later.”
Mr. Park’s grandfather speaks meaningfully.
“Is this a difficult request to ask?”
“It’s not like that. Well, you’ll find out when you get there.”
He seemed to have some kind of plan as he spoke with a grin.
I don’t know what’s going on.
I’m sure it’s not a bad intention.
“Then I’ll contact you again when I’m somewhat ready.”
* * *
After giving permission to Mr. Park’s grandfather to build a workshop.
Doo doo doo doo.
Kang kang kang.
“Make the hole a little bigger there….”
A corner of the unit.
Loud construction noises were heard every day from the place where the ammunition depots were.
“Is the noise problem okay?”
“It’s because we’re remodeling an ammunition depot located relatively deep inside. “I don’t think the monsters outside will hear it.”
“I’m glad it’s a spacious unit.”
The consolation is that the monsters aren’t at a risk.
A few days like that.
By the time I had fully adapted to the ammunition battalion’s cafeteria kitchen.
“Sergeant Shin.”
“uh. why? “Are you not having enough food?”
“no. “The workshop has been completed.”
“oh.”
After finishing lunch and preparing dinner, an engineer came to me.
The completion of the workshop.
“The construction sound was very noisy. “It’s finally over.”
“haha. “I feel a bit sorry.”
They worked day and night to complete the construction as quickly as possible.
Still, thank goodness the construction was completed quickly.
“So that’s it. Sergeant Shin. “Can you come to the workshop for a moment?”
“hmm? Is there anything I need help with?”
“no. Noya Park said he had decided to make something for you.”
“ah.”
“The first workshop project is definitely going to be that one… Do you have any guesses?”
There is one thing I can guess.
‘My kitchen knife.’
There is no problem in cooking with a regular kitchen knife picked up in the ammunition battalion cafeteria.
It was a car that I felt uncomfortable with because it had no taste.
like that.
I was able to see the completed workshop for the first time.
The appearance of the workshop was quite unique.
It looks like a mixture of a modern building and a medieval blacksmith shop.
The result of converting an igloo-shaped ammunition depot into a workshop.
There was a large chimney sticking out from above, but no smoke was coming out.
“Has the work started yet? “There is no smoke.”
“ah. “The smoke probably won’t continue.”
“uh?”
“It’s heating up with the wizards’ fire. “There is no need to burn firewood or anything, so there is no smoke.”
“ah. Is that how it works?”
but.
If there is smoke, it will attract the attention of monsters, so that is better.
“Then what is that chimney for?”
“Actually, this workshop itself is modeled after Noya Park’s workshop. Even though the need has decreased, I gave it a try. “It also dissipates heat in its own way.”
“Huh.”
by the way.
Noyara Park.
I’ve been calling it casually since a while ago.
‘Didn’t they say that the current atmosphere in our unit is based on merit?’
Compared to the engineers, Mr. Park’s grandfather woke up quite late.
However, the workshop was modeled after Mr. Park’s grandfather.
Even the title is Park Noyara.
You may be much more talented than I thought.
“Are you here?”
Let’s go inside the workshop.
Grandfather Park, who had been waiting inside, came out to meet us.
“Hehe. How do you feel? “What the workshop looks like.”
“cool. “More than I thought.”
“The facilities are still lacking, and this workshop is only a temporary workshop in terms of the system… but the effect will still be significant.”
“A temporary workshop?”
“I thought it was made properly, but it doesn’t seem to be recognized as an official workshop in this system. “I think there might be different conditions there.”
A workshop of this size cannot be treated as an official workshop.
As I looked around, I saw engineers already doing something.
Engineers fiddling with iron pieces.
Nearby, there were piles of metal parts that looked like they had already been made.
After giving a cursory greeting, Mr. Park approached one of the metal objects piled up.
He picked up an object and handed it to me.
“this. “Try holding it.”
“This.”
What he gave me was a knife.
It was a long road like something out of a movie.
“and. cool.”
Although I am a swordsman and a Japanese sword, I am a blind person who has no ability to distinguish between different types of swords.
A long sword with an elegant shape.
I know it’s a pretty cool knife.
“Is that so? Well, that doesn’t matter. “If you hold it, try cutting into it.”
Saying so.
A grandfather putting a small log on the workbench.
‘Just a log?’
I couldn’t help but laugh.
I cut the solid wooden table like a radish and cut it into pieces.
Maybe it’s a fairly thick guy.
Cutting down such a thin log is too simple.
Grind!
.
.
.
Pop!
“…uh?”
The sword I swung expecting to cut in an instant.
Not even a cut.
It only caused a few scratches on the wood.
“Grandpa Ba Park?”
“What.”
I looked at Grandfather Park with shaking eyes and said,
“This knife is trash?”