10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Oh, you're still making cans today"

"Hey, you've gotten a lot bigger than that."

"... I said you could close your eyes to casting."

"It's an accident from the guy who says so. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Watch him."

"Ugly."

There are four blacksmiths in the village of Houjo.

Blacksmiths who were invited by Kevin to emigrate with the permission of their blacksmith guild and lord.

Two are apprentices, and two are recognized by their parents as serving one.

The main task is to make containers of cans in blacksmith spaces made inside the Kevin Chamber of Commerce canning production plant.

Also, if you take an order, you will manufacture pots, knives, knives, gold nails and other daily items, and repair swords, spears, and weapon protective equipment.

Sounds like an uninteresting job for one of the blacksmith apprentices.

Maybe a young man still can't help but think so.

The other apprentice was just silently following what the senior blacksmith said.

"You don't seem to know him yet."

"... I have no choice. Blue."

"You better talk some more."

"Sex."

"Ha. That's why you're better at it, but they're gonna tell me I'm out of a compartment."

"That's fine. I like that."

"Yes, yes, thank you. Well, do you work!

The two blacksmith apprentices headed for the task of making canned containers.

The blacksmiths who dropped him off exchange only a few words.

A morning of nothing.

This is how the day began for the blacksmiths living in the village of Houjo.

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"Rae (...) eh (...)? Mr. Kevin, what's that for?

"It's what Eugene told me, and I haven't seen the real thing either. I just heard more or less. Lay a rail on the road and run a carriage over it. That'll give you speed, and you'll have no problem getting wet with rain or snow melting water."

"That means the wheels are on, right? Does that mean the carriage weighs? Yeah? Let it run? How far?

"To the city of Plumier."

"Huh? There's two days to the city, huh? Lay that much rash (...) eh (...) ru (...)?

"That depends on the quote, right? Align left and right, one pair in two. Strength is so that the carriage doesn't have a problem running. Anyway, it's mainly canned cargo."

"That's a pretty good order. Crates. Amazing cans weigh a lot, don't they?

"So that we can carry it, is. And once the rails are complete, it's easier to transport metal from the city."

"I see. Let's start with a prototype."

"Please. Please make some varieties and give us a quote for each"

"The material was arranged by Mr. Kevin, wasn't it? Then I'll just give you the weight and the fee."

"Yeah, that's fine. Best regards,"

"Aye. Hey, hey, hey, it's a rally!

The blacksmith space created within the cannery has a place to meet.

Usually this is where I order daily necessities and hold meetings about repairs.

And.

It is also a place to hear the impossible challenges that come from Eugene and Kevin.

Ordered today is a prototype of the rail.

The shape is simple, not so strong as required.

I think I'll be able to complete my order today.

"I mean... Whoa, whoa, whoa. Try making an apprentice."

"Ugly."

"Yeah? Me too?

"What? I thought you said you could make anything but cans and daily necessities. Do it."

"Yes, yes, I get it. Shit, I'm talking about weapons."

"Ahem? Are you complaining?

One of the apprentices offered to make rails looked clearly dissatisfied.

Even if the leader is tingly, the spot will fit without the other two.

Right now, at this time.

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"Whoa, the boiler is a success. Mr. Kevin was surprised at the complicated shape. That's great."

"An increase in production?

"Oh. Six in all. I asked for it."

Copy that.

A blacksmith leader and another blacksmith shake hands with disappointment.

I submitted a sample and presented it to my client and got a GO.

It is a handshake between a man and a man who has accomplished his job.

On the other hand.

"What do you mean! My (...) uh (...) ru (...) won't show it to Mr. Kevin!

"Ahem? There's no way I can show you that."

"Why not! I used tough metal!

"Oh, seriously, you don't get it...... hey, bring that rail"

"Ugly."

One of the blacksmith apprentices who was asked to prototype the rail was angry.

The day after I tried the water boiler, I was supposed to lay the rails of the prototype a few meters at a time to test the strength.

But one of the four rails made by the blacksmith and the two apprentices was told not to try it.

Hearing it, the blacksmith apprentice who manufactured it expresses his dissatisfaction.

"Yes, put it on the workbench. Just stick it out."

"Ugly."

"Hey, you said why. Look."

A blacksmith's leader wields a hammer with both hands.

Eat up your teeth and shake them down as hard as you can.

and made a loud noise, causing the prototype rail to break.

"Look at that. I just slapped him with a hammer and here he is. I don't even have to show you this."

"Oh no... because with the hardest metal here..."

"You idiot. You're not strong because you're hard. How many times have I told you?

Looking at the pocky broken rail, the blacksmith apprentice was annoyed.

The hardest rail I can do right now.

That just broke in one swing.

Unfounded pride also seems to have broken.

"Know the properties of metal. You shouldn't be stiff. If it doesn't stick, it breaks light. Even Adamantite is the same. The only exception is the Orihalcon. Hey, didn't you want to build a weapon? What would have happened if I'd made a sword out of this?

"... well, I am"

"Clearly. What would have happened if this was a weapon?

"It broke, it broke."

"Right. I don't know what it was used for. It would have broken. Training would still be fine. What if you were in battle with a monster?

"That, spare, weapon."

"I wish I could get it out. Look, I'm a blacksmith. We're not the ones fighting with the weapons we made. We're not the ones who die because of our failures. Learn. Think. What do you use it for and what is required? You can't show Kevin and Eugene the rails you built."

"... Yes"

"If I make what I want to make and I use it, I won't say anything. Masturbate and do whatever you want. But people die because of our failures. Learn, think, work out. You can't make daily items or simple prototypes the way your client wants, and you can't make a good weapon."

"Yes......"

It is bucky.

I didn't think the other blacksmith or apprentice who was listening to the two conversations had to say anything that far. The blacksmith job seems to be a sports club system. Not black. I'm sure.

There seems to be no connection between being able to make daily supplies and prototypes and being able to make good weapons, but it is never black. Probably.

"You're still young. If you change your mind now, you can still make it. I had an arm that handled this hard material. You'll be able to make something you just need to learn."

A blacksmith leader praising his apprenticeship with a different soft voice than before.

Pong on the shoulder of an apprentice who is about to fall off a leech, and slapping.

The apprentice was in tears.

It is candy and whip.

Not black.

"Yeah, I finished installing it. Do you want to drink today? Alcohol! Alcohol!

"Ugh!"

"I'll get it."

A blacksmith leader who declares to shake off an unpleasant atmosphere.

Leave a depressing apprentice on the spot and the three scatter.

He's going to uplift his depressed mood at the banquet. It is a sports club system.

Drink, make a scene, roll a camel, and tell me about your dream.

Apprenticeships who had unsubstantiated pride seemed totally serious once they were beaten to pieces.

But.

The ordeal of the blacksmiths in the village of Houjo continues.

Cans, boilers and rails followed by Eugene and Kevin were protective gear for Marc.

It is an adult celebration of Marc.

Protective equipment that is resistant to slaughter, spike and beating, light and does not inhibit movement.

It is an impossible challenge.

Normally, we would end up submitting the best we make.

But that's not the case in Hojo Village.

Anyway, Eugene has half the knowledge.

"The honeycomb structure looks like he's resistant to shock."

"They have this kind of percentage of metal that is hard and sticky..."

"If it's hard plastic, it's light."

"Um, this is the guy we had, and he's a seat to lay under the furniture for earthquake protection, but can't you absorb the shock like this?"

It is the first time it has been unscrupulous.

Where I was taught to formulate the original world metal in the first place, I don't even know if the metal itself is the same as this world.

Both Eugene and the bulletin board residents can provide knowledge, but they can't analyze what's in this world.

It is at best to see the surface and cross section of the metal when taken with up.

There is a limit to the temperature of the furnace, and there is no such thing as a gel. I have slime, though.

I don't know, but I just mouth.

It is the worst client.

Death March is neat.

But still.

Repeat the trial and error, using only the knowledge available.

The blacksmiths finished Marc's chest.

It was then a pock-fold blacksmith apprentice who ate at Eugene and drew useful knowledge.

Perhaps it was quick to get back on your feet for being folded pretty.

A small blacksmith in the corner of a canning production plant in the village of Houjo.

Unlike Tomas, the woodworkers, the blacksmiths were not taught the technology of the original world.

Still, the blacksmiths in Hojo Village seem to be raising their arms.

Thanks to Eugene's impossibility and the knowledge provided by Eugene over the net.