Ascendance of a Bookworm

Today is my first day out in the woods on my own feet.

Instead of a tote bag with stone slabs, I also carried a cage a little smaller than everyone else, with a scoop that only looked like a tree belly for digging back the soil.

Blah, am I the only one who doesn't think digging dirt in this wooden bevel is more reliable than a plastic scoop that is a children's toy?

My father grabbed my shoulder gassily as I was bungling a wooden belly scoop that seemed to break quickly. When you decide to go to the woods, repeat the dialogue you've heard enough to have an octopus in your ear.

"Mine. I'm going to the woods today and I'm just coming back. We all have a lot of luggage on the way home, and we're tired. Mine is going to take a break in the woods and go home with everyone. Got it?

"I know."

My father waved back the Touri with a bitter look, seeing clearly that he was anxious that it was just my reply or that I had already heard it many times.

"Touri, I know it's tough, but please. I need you to talk to Lutz very carefully so that Mine can come home by the end of the day."

"Yeah. I'll cut it up early today."

A responsible Touri is burning with a sense of purpose for what my father asked me to do. Touri looks a little harsh today.

When I went outside, several children were already gathered with the same cages on their backs. There are eight of them, from me and my not much different physique to bigger ones who are a little better physique like Thuri and Faye.

Pink-headed Faye takes the lead, and Touri walks at the rear. I was in the lead when I started walking, and by the time I arrived, I was more or less in the rear.

"Bye, Mine. Let's go. Don't break the pace."

I can walk to the gate normally, but I've never walked to the woods before. And my pacemaker is Lutz.

For about three months, as he walked through the house and the gate, Rutz sometime apparently mastered the speed that would not force me. Lately, it's only thanks to Lutz that I've been able to walk without having to.

"Thanks, Lutz"

"No, Mine takes care of us, too."

In the meantime, there was a final disposition to squeeze Paru in Lutz's house. Paru, which can only be picked in the snow, seems to get worse all at once when it gets hot.

So instead of the usual thank you & keep up the good work, I taught you Partuberg, not Ocala Hamburg, which is going to increase in quantity in Ocala.

The feeling I saw was yellow paprika, but the contents were boiled tomato-like flavored pome into a sauce and finished with cheese on board as well. The gentle sweetness of Paru gave an unexpected depth to the flavor, and I was surprised to make it.

By the way, starting Lutz, your brothers were seriously crying. Of course it was delicious, he was impressed that he could eat twice as much as he usually did.

"Mine's cooking is household friendly" was also appreciated by Aunt Carla. Sure, if there were four boys who ate all that, the Engel coefficient would be amazing, wouldn't it?

"Why didn't you tell me that Paluberg, during the winter?

"You can't mince without fresh meat, can you? And mince it, because it's tough. I didn't know if you'd cooperate..."

"Ah, that's tough, but if it's for Mine's cooking, don't try."

I had never been able to eat anything hamburger-like because I had no strength to keep beating meat with a knife until it was minced, and I knew how hard it was and couldn't tell my mother to make it. He thinks he was lucky to have everyone make it at Rutz's house and eat with him.

Walk to the woods, chatting like that. Walking in a chat is more fun and long, but I don't feel half tired after arriving.

While everyone is collecting, I sit on a slightly larger stone and recover from fatigue.

Sitting on a stone, worried about me repeatedly breathing rough, rubbing my back, Lutz said.

"Faye and Touri are already baptized, so Mine needs to get used to the woods soon."

"... why?

I knew there was a baptismal ceremony for Thuri because I was making clothes and making hair decorations, but after the baptismal ceremony, I didn't understand exactly what would change.

"Touri's gonna start his apprenticeship job after the christening ceremony, too, right? Then I'll have to go to the woods by myself for half the week."

Pointed out to Lutz, I opened my eyes wide.

The fact that Touri begins his work as an apprentice means that I have more to help on behalf of Touri.

"Duh, what do I do... I didn't think about it properly."

I've been able to live in peace ever since Mine was sick and weak and Touri was the lady who would bake me care for anything. When Touri is gone, I may not be able to live.

Lutz laughed and rubbed his nose at me when my blood caught on.

"Well, even without Touri, I'll protect Mine. Mine's weak."

"Thank you, Lutz. Well, please."

"Oh. I'm going to pick up some firewood, so Mine should get some rest. If you can't go home, you're in trouble, right?

That's what I said, Lutz went to pick up firewood.

As Rutz's footsteps turned away and no one was around, I quickly began to dig holes in the woodcuts of the scoop.

My purpose today is to "go to the woods and come back. Hopefully, it doesn't heat up". I know that.

But!

Can we come to the woods and go home without any challenge? No, I can't!

I dig, I dig, I dig guns!

I want clay soil, but now, how long can I dig it out? After assuming that geology is similar to Earth's, I feel like if I hadn't dug it pretty deep, I wouldn't have gotten to the clay soil.

"Go!

To dig the dirt, poke Scoop. I tried my best.

But the tip of the tree chop named Scop didn't stab a centimeter.

Steady!

Huh? Can you dig this?

It's like digging back into the soil of a well-trampled athletic field. The soil in the woods had a lot of water and air, and even though I had the image of softening it, I was totally betrayed.

Is the dirt bad? Or is Scoop bad?

Yeah, it's Scop, isn't it?

There is a difference between the scoop and the cloud mud that I know. Not wooden, at least, I want a metal scoop.

But Scoop will be made of wood, but whether the soil is stiff or soft, there is no option to give up on me. You don't have to go very far, but in the meantime, we're just going to have to dig it in the first place.

Zarizarizarizarizari......

Scrape a little bit of dirt with a wood-cut scoop.

Digging out clay soil is a task that seems to require a lot of guts and strength. I don't think I can do very much in one day.

Making clay plates seems pretty tough too. I just have to hope it's easier than papyrus.

Zarizarizarizarizari......

I could dig about 5 cm and I heard someone's footsteps approaching.

"Mine, what are you doing?

Lutz, who had picked up a piece of wood full of his hands, found me sitting on the ground and moving Scoop, keeping an eye out.

"You promise not to do anything tiresome in the woods today!?

Sure, they made me promise when I left the house, but I know it's in front of me, and I can't stand it. I was going to stop Lutz before he got back, but when he started doing it, he couldn't.

... well, what do we do?

My father would delude me with a smile and a hug, but Lutz can't delude me with that only because Touri will appoint me as your visitor.

It has been experienced that if we try to delude ourselves, on the contrary, we will be deepened in our suspicious eyes and asked more harshly.

"Oh, um... but, Lutz"

"... but what's up?

Lutz carved a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, his hands on his hips, and he looked down.

It's a signal to start interrogation.

Now, throw up honestly, ask Lutz for help and say, "I don't have this idea!" He gets angry, or he fails to delude himself and says, "Don't think this mine lies through me!" Which would be less damaging or angry?

"I thought I told you to rest, what the hell are you doing?

"... oh, I'm digging a hole!

Jen-royal and wielding an aura of anger, I zeroed the truth about it.

'Cause, Lutz, I'm scared when I'm angry.

If I suck, I won't be able to go home by the time I close the door.

"You'll see. Why are you digging this?

I should have answered honestly for once, but Lutz's anger doubled. My gaze looking down got so cold.

"Uh, you know, I want 'clay' soil."

"Huh? What do you want?

I tilted my neck so Lutz wouldn't understand. My anger seems to have faded a bit for the look on my face that looked suspicious.

"I want dirt that's jammed and poorly drained that feels much heavier."

"... then there's more where there's less trees and grass over there, not here?

The clay quality is poorly drained and the soil is hard for plants to grow, so it is certainly more efficient to look for fewer plants.

"Thanks, Lutz!

"Here! Mine, wait a minute!

When I tried to move with the sleaze, Lutz grabbed me by the root. I can't escape because my physique and strength are not comparable to mine and Lutz's.

"Lutz, let go"

"Mine's work today is a break. Doesn't this ear sound right to you? Is it so necessary that we must gather it now?

And he pulled his ear, and I shouted, waving my arms, saying, "I did."

"Ouch! Ouch!... because it's not about life, I'm the only thing you want. You can't ask Touri or anyone!

Ugh, holding his ear, and staring at Lutz with tears, Lutz slightly wandered.

I'm not sure if you thought you'd be disputed by me, or if you were afraid of my love for books that basically don't obsess with things.

But my instincts tell me not to miss this gap. Now is the time to attack.

"If I were quiet, Lutz would dig!?

"... when I'm done picking up the firewood for today, I'll dig it. So stay quiet, Mine."

I have unwittingly solidified into an unexpected reply. All I can do is stare at Lutz, keeping it poker. Though a buying word for a selling word, Lutz might be, isn't he an idiot?

I should be collecting a little more than helping make my clay slab that has nothing to do with it.

"Lutz, you know, I'm glad to hear that, but Lutz should do something about himself, right?

"Mine is weak, and there's no way I can dig dirt, so I'll do it. Instead, tell me exactly what you're going to use the soil for and what Mine wants to do."

"... why?

"Because if Mine knew what he wanted to do, it would save him waste. Even now, you're digging in the wrong spot, even though the dirt you want is clear?

Ugh, they poked me where it hurts.

Indeed, in my case, the purpose is clear, but I don't know the name here, it looks different from what I saw in Japan and I don't realize it, I don't have the tools at hand and I often get lost.

Thanks to you for pointing it out exactly, I find out that the word "Lutz" didn't just come out with momentum, but I don't know why you can help me anymore.

"Why, Lutz help me?

"Hmm? When I was so hungry, you made me a paru cake, didn't you? That's when you decided to help me, Mine."

Huh? That's all?

Is that all you're gonna do, dig clay?

The effect of good food is amazing.

Blah, I don't understand Lutz's mood for such heavy labor with one hot cake at all, but it's a helpful word for me.

He says he'll do it, so don't hesitate to ask Lutz to help. Especially if it's physical, it's best to let them rely entirely on you.

"... then I'll leave it to Lutz. I'm waiting for you."

"Mm-hmm. I'll finish what I'm gonna do right away"

Really, Lutz picked up firewood in no time.

And leads me to the poorly drained soil. Lows slightly diagonal in the woods.

"Around here."

With that said, Lutz took the scoop I had brought. Lutz digs the dirt with a scoop like a wooden bell.

"Mine. You know, you're not prepared to bring this stuff, you weren't willing to keep your word from the start, were you?

"Huh!? Well, that... uh, I finally came to the woods, so I couldn't stand it... Planned."

Lutz, who caught his face all the time, stabbed Scoop to the ground with all his might to explode his emotions.

"Damn, this is why Mine looks so quiet, but I can't be alarmed!

"I wish Lutz could be more alert... because he's sharper than my father"

"My uncle is too sweet for you!

Unlike me, Lutz, who leaves it to anger to dig, will dig dirt with just a wooden slab. Unlike the zari and me that was shredding, I can't help wondering if the guttering soil is going to be decided.

Is this a difference in power? How to put your strength into it? What's the trick?

"Is that it? Has the color of the soil changed?

Where Lutz dug about 15 cm, the color of the soil changed.

"Is this what you want?

I'll grab the dirt that dug me out a little bit. Hidoku, sticky, heavy, shape-shifting dirt in your hands. Definitely in the clay I was looking for.

"This! If it were just me, it would have taken days! Amazing, Lutz. You're powerful."

"There's no man more powerless than Mine"

With that said, Lutz digs deeper and deeper into the clay soil.

I carried them little by little on the great stone, shining my eyes on the piling clay. How much clay would this do?

Just thinking about it makes this dirt give me even seem loving.

"So, what are we gonna do with this?

"Nfu ~, make 'clay slabs'"

"Nendban?"

"Yes."

I will make thin clay slabs of clay soil, the crystal of Rutz's sweat.

On a raised clay plate, with a thin wooden stick that was falling nearby, I carve into Japanese the folklore that my mother taught me to sleep stories.

If you can, I'd like to write in the letters here, but the words Otto tells me are all about work. Even though I can now write stereotypes for noble titles and references, I still can't write the words I use on a daily basis.

"Mine's writing, is that a letter?

"Yeah, yeah. This is how you keep track of it, even if you forget, you can read it again and remember it. The record is amazing, isn't it? A book with such a long record is even more amazing."

"Heh..."

"Lutz, thank you for digging the clay. If you want to collect something, you can go, okay? I'm writing here."

"Okay."

The story I'm writing right now is, atmospherically, a story that feels like The Dwarf's Shoe Shoe Shop Different World Edition. Even with a surprising engraving of letters on a piece of clay slab, it became a masterpiece spanning 10 clay slabs in all.

"Yay. I got it!

I shuddered at the emotion I had done when I had finished writing the word "complete".

Awesome, clay plate!

I got it, clay plate!

Long live the great Mesopotamian civilization!

If we burn this clay slab in bamboo so it doesn't collapse, it's really done. With a good grip on the stick, I turned around and looked back at the clay plate I'd been writing about.

"Ghaaaaaaaa!

At the next moment I shouted with my hands on my cheeks as Munk shouted. My head turns bright white at the incredible sight in front of me.

Lutz, who was coming back to the cage with his collection, rushed to me in great haste.

"What's up, Mine!?

"Faye stepped on it! What a mess!... Wow!

The first half of the story I wrote so hard is more than half messed up by Faye and his children. It's full of footprints, completely disfigured, and naturally you can't read a letter.

"Shh, I could do it because of you... Hidoku... uh-huh! How long do you think it took me to get to the woods!? Think how hard you're struggling to get your strength on this sick body... Rutz and Touri are involved, and they're finally done. No! Is Faye's head pink without thought in the brain flower garden!? Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!

A mentally good old adult may be a mess, but he cried badly. I can't stop crying or whimpering. Whatever the spirit, let's just say that my appearance is not a problem because I am a young girl.

Touri ran over to my scream, changing his blood phase. Hear the situation back and forth from around you and forgive me.

"Mine, don't cry so much. We didn't all mean it, did we?

Whether you're offended or not, messed up clay plates aren't going back. My resentment and anger at being trampled on the finished product because of it does not subside at all in the words of Thuri.

"Oh no! Never forgive me!

Huh, huh, rutz slapped a ton on the back as I wept and sniffled and stared at the fays freaking out on my sword screen.

"You can rebuild it, right? Well, I'm gonna help, and they think they did something wrong, so you're gonna help me, right?

"Oh, I'll help! I'm sorry."

Faye and his men shook their heads and promised to cooperate so that Rutz could not take it.

"... ok. Make another one."

For one thing, the clay plate was finished, so it wasn't in the wrong direction.

Let's be satisfied that it's done more easily than papyrus.

But I won't forget to nail Faye and his kids.

"Don't think I'll have a second time."

It seems I've been shining at the top of the chisel for a while in the rumored "opponent rankings I should never piss off" amongst the kids.