Choi Bu-Yong explained, “As you can see, the spear is still missing a few things. I’m still creating the other five blades and devices.”

The spear Chang-Sun had requested needed to be capable of changing into various forms; he had to be able to use his magic to transform the blade into a hoko yari, a dagger-axe, a glaive, and more, depending on what he needed.

If an incompetent blacksmith created the spear, it would just look complicated and be sloppily put together, but Bu-Yong did not need to worry about any such thing. The blueprints drawn by Chang-Sun had been perfect, and Bu-Yong was confident in his talent. Besides, he had felt certain he was worthy of inheriting his father’s name when he saw the result. The only thing he lacked at the moment was time.

“So it’s incomplete,” Chang-Sun said as he skillfully spun the spear.

“Right, so I need more time,” Choi Bu-Yong replied with a nod.

“How much time do you need?” Chang-Sun asked. He readily agreed to give Bu-Yong more time, because he was more than satisfied with the current spear. The fact that it could not immediately be used in actual combat was disappointing, but he did not need it immediately.

“Half a year,” Bu-Yong said, holding up six fingers.

“What?” Chang-Sun asked with a frown when he heard the response, because he had previously given Bu-Yong a six-month deadline for the shield.

“I’m saying that because there are some parts of the spear I want to improve in my own way. How does that sound…?” Bu-Yong...