Chapter 33.
The name of a hero

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Ivan swung his sword.
In the shortest and simplest way.
The sword, which would have felt faster because there was no special movement, surprisingly avoided easily by twisting the waist.
Ivan was guessing that he was a formidable warrior, but looking at his current movements, he seemed to be more capable than he expected.
thud!
Ivan stepped forward strongly with his forefoot.
He swung the sword from top to bottom again.
The opponent drew his weapon and block the flashy attack.
bang!
Ivan sword and his sword collided, and a strong recoil returned.
Ivan realized that his opponent was as strong as him, perhaps even more powerful than him.
slurp.
From the subtle twist of the sword, Ivan could tell that he was a seasoned warrior.
Not only a man with a strong body, but also a capable warrior.
chaeng!
To-do-dodok!
Once again, Ivan swung his sword hard and hit him, then step back and threw the axe.
While the opponent block it, Ivan backed away and entered the forest.
“Wait! Stop!”
The man shouted so much, but Ivan snorted.
What kind of people stop when the enemy told them to stop?
Pew!
Ivan continued to widen the distance by firing arrows.
He climbed up the tree and moved from branches to branches, shooting his bow, so the man could not easily cling to him.
‘Are you alone? Are there really no more people around?’
Ivan checked the man with his bow and scanned the surroundings with a sharp sense.
If he was making a fuss, more enemies would pop out at this point, but it was very strange that there’s none.
At that moment, the man screamed as if in anger.
“Hey! I wanted to talk to you, what the heck is this!”
That was the spirit of the person who wanted a conversation? The dog sound is creative.
Ivan muttered that to himself, but at first glance he thought it was.
Because, as he said, he gave a rather passive response to a person who wanted to fight.
Whoops.
Ivan asked, while still pulling his bowstring.
“Conversation? What kind of conversation do you want to have? Didn’t you just mean to argue and have a fight?”

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Then the man shouted while grinding his teeth.
“You ignorant! After all, there’s no way Esirsson can be someone like you!”
Shh!
thud!
He threw his hatchet hard, and a whole tree broke and fell.
Without crossing over to another tree, Ivan jumped out of it and stood in front of the man.
If there was nothing else, he had no reason to walk around widening the distance.
The opponent was a strong and seasoned warrior, but it was unlikely that he would lose.
Ivan, who had put his bow and pulled a spear from his inventory, looked at his opponent.
“I call myself Esirsson, why are you picking a fight?”
“Why! You really don’t know the meaning of the name Esirsson! And you dare call yourself Esirsson!”
‘oh shit.
What do you want me to do? It’s not a name I used because I wanted to use it.’
Ivan frowned angrily and ran towards him.
He wanted to have a conversation like that, so Ivan decided to knock him down and talk.
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Wheeik!
“Keug!”
The opponent groaned and was pushed out.
It was different from before.
Ivan’s movements were different compared to when he used the ordinary iron sword bought at an ordinary weapon shop and when he used the growth-type unique equipment.
Chichik, Chijik!
bang!
Thunderstep followed by a pierce of the sky.
The man blocked it with a shield, but he frowned.
Because the shock was considerable.
Of course, in the midst of that, he drained most of his strength and wielded his sword to counterattack, so he was really skilled.
whoops.
Ivan blocked the sword wielded by the opponent with a spear.
It was heartbreaking to see scratches on the spear, which is stronger than most steel.
‘I won’t let it go…’
Ivan, who had been grinding his teeth inwardly, closed his mouth completely.
It was because a flash of light came out of the man’s sword, and an exhilarating lightning bolt came through the spear.
It was a familiar force.
Because it was the thunder god Thor’s lightning that he used often.

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Pat!
Ivan shook the spear and pushed him away.
The lightning that still remained hit the ground.
It was an unexpected attack, and his hands were numb.
Thor’s lightning, which was always burning the enemy, was directed at him, so it was quite threatening.
“This is the power of the great thunder god! How dare you call yourself Esirsson with such fake lightning! I won’t let you go…”
The opponent who was talking about him with a somewhat proud look opened his mouth.
It was because a stronger lightning bolt erupted from Ivan’s body.
It was completely different from the thundersteps he emitted.
There was no way Thor’s warrior could not recognize the power of the thunder god Thor.
“…I’m doomed.”
Ivan felt bad.
He didn’t want to beg his hands to gods, but he’s going to use their power like this again.
How long has it been since he vowed to stay away from the power of gods?
Just like smoking.
Even if you decide to quit while thinking that it is harmful to your body, you will eventually see that your hands reached out to it.
Chi jik!
As if to make fun of him by lending more power, he suppressed the lightning that passed in front of him and pushed back the divine power that was filling his body.
The power of the thunder god that filled his body was gone, and instead, he raised the magical power he had originally.
“Did you want to talk? Then you don’t need arms and legs.”
“Hold on! Hold on! Wait a second…”
“Spears have no ears, warrior.”

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Kaak! Ptew!
Ivan, who spit on the floor, sat down on the warrior’s body with a crooked expression.
In a state of being properly suppressed, a groaning sound of pain came from the mouth of the man who was lying on the floor.
“Now I’m ready to talk.
Why did you come to me?”
The man answered Ivan’s question with a moan.
“Keuk! I’ve heard that there is someone who calls himself Esirsson.
I’ve come to check it out.”
Ivan asked a few more questions.
So why did you come to him, what are you going to do by confirming that he is indeed Esirsson?
The man shut his mouth firmly.
It meant, he wouldn’t say it easily.
But when Ivan lifted the spear, he quickly started talking.
At first he looked like he will never talk, even if thrown in the lava, but the change of attitude is insanely quick.
Ivan liked it very much.
“I had to confirm the appearance of Esirsson after hundreds of years! That’s my job!”
Esirsson.

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A title that can only be possessed by a noble bloodline flowing with the blood of the gods, especially great warriors who have been recognized by the gods.
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Son of Asa god, the great warrior of the gods.
Ivan knew that.
But is it important enough to make such a fuss?
“It’s been hundreds of years, just like you said.
Why are you so obsessed with such an old name?”
Old name.
At that, the man screamed.
He vomited out anger, forgetting that he was being suppressed.
“An old name! How can you say such a thing! A name of noble blood and evidence of a great warrior!”
He exhaled harshly as if he was genuinely angry.
Esirsson which Ivan said was an old name, must have had a precious meaning only to him.
‘I don’t understand.’
It wasn’t Ivan’s first encounter with the Norse.
How many times did they not pass by him in the meantime?
When he introduced himself as Ivan Esirsson, no one had overreacted like this.
They just smiled strangely, said they liked it after a long time, or sarcastically asked if he deserved it.
But this man didn’t just come to pick a fight because he didn’t like it.
He sincerely valued the name of Esirsson.
“None of the Norse I know are like you.
You’re the only one obsessed with the name Esirsson.
It’s not just interesting.
What’s the meaning of a name in its former glory, which has dissappeared for hundreds of years to you?”
Ivan took a step back from his position and looked down at the man.
“who are you?”
Then the man slowly got up.
His face felt pain and his clothes were stained with dust, but his eyes were still alive.
“I am Fialar, the son of Gbydmund, the descendant of those who long ago handed weapons to the great warriors.”
At those words, Ivan glanced at Fialar’s hand.
Obviously, there were traces of a different scars than by holding the weapon.
He was not only a warrior, he was also a weapon maker.
It was not surprising that the blacksmith also served as a warrior.
Originally, in Nord, any adult male was so combative that he thought he should have his own weapon.
“Yes, Fialar.
Son of Gbydmund.
How would you identify Esirsson? What are you going to do after checking it?”
Fialar did not reveal how he tried to confirm, but merely stated his purpose.
“I was going to dedicate the sword I made to a true hero.
That was my predecessor’s mission, and that’s my goal.”
He was waiting for a hero.
Even if it’s a fantasy that doesn’t exist in this damn world.
“People do not praise the greatest craftsman.
They praise the maker of the greatest hero’s armament.”
So he said he was wandering the world.
And looking for a true hero who will use the weapon he made.
“Well, will the hero really use your weapon? Are you saying you have that skill?”

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To Ivan’s question, Fialar answered with a grin.
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“At least it’s better than the cheap weapons you use.
The spear you’re holding is good, but the rest are bad.”
At that, Ivan frowned.
‘However, I bought some from a craftsman who said he had good skills…’
There were also things that were obtained from the craftsman who made armor from hydra leather.
When he cut it off and said that it was all cheap, it made Ivan feel uncomfortable.
He bought it freaking expensive.
“Ehem…”
Fialar took something out of his pocket, worried about his body throbbing in pain.
A golden liquid glistening in a glass bottle.
When he opened the lid, a fresh and sweet apple scent filled the air.
As Fialar drank it, he could see the scars on his body disappear.
It is a kind of recovery potion.
“It’s a healing medicine made from the crushed golden apples of Idun (Iðunn).
It tastes good, but it’s too expensive to get…”
As Ivan mumbled that, Fialar took another golden apple juice and threw it at him.
hwik
“Would you like to have one of these too?”
Ivan pondered for a moment, then drank the golden apple juice he had received.
He doubted that he might have been poisoned, but he couldn’t show his doubt for nothing.
gulp.
As he took a sip, the splendid taste spreads in his mouth.
Indeed, a golden apple that was raised with Idun’s divine power.
It has a sweetness and freshness that surpasses ordinary fruits.
To be honest, it tasted much better than the apple juice he had ever had in his life.
“The weapons seem to be selling well.
Seeing you carry a few bottles of this kind.”
“Obviously.
It’s a weapon made by me.
But it’s meaningless unless you’re a hero who will leave my name in history.”
He was very proud of himself.
Is he that confident in his skills?
‘Come to think of it, leaving such a mark on my spear means that the weapon is not ordinary.’
As Ivan looked at his spear like that, Fialar opened his mouth.
“It’s not something the loser would say, but I don’t think you’re worthy of a hero’s name yet.”
Esirsson was a name that could never be carried unless he was the best of the Norse warriors.
No, it was a name they had put down for hundreds of years because they were too burdensome.
At least in the eyes of Fialar, Ivan was not qualified.
“But if it’s a bud, I can see it.
Follow me.
Shouldn’t you erase the scar on your spear?”
Ivan nodded his head and followed Fialar.
He glanced at the glass bottle in his hand and murmured.
“There are good gods in Asgard too.”

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