Ascendance of a Bookworm

I was wondering how I could terrorize Faye and the others, while I was in heat.

I was almost there!

I almost got the book!

If you can't go to the woods and the clay is banned from bringing it in, you won't get the book anymore.

I still feel the most traumatic thing about inviting you here to Japanese-style terror.

I have no idea what people in this world are afraid of, but I keep saying grudges with my hair down and sadako looking outfits, or counting clay boards like Pancho Dish Mansion... what do you say? Aren't you afraid?

Because of the thought, in the morning when the fever dropped and I woke up, my father, with what a complicated face, had somehow revoked the moratorium on forests.

"... Tomorrow"

"Hmm?"

"You can go to the woods tomorrow"

"Heh? Can I go to the woods? Why?"

"... you sound dissatisfied"

I'm glad to be able to go to the woods, but because of this, the Japanese-style terror plan I thought about in Norinoli is ruined.

I practiced lining up resentment with Potho Potho, and I thought about clothes that looked ghostly. Later I was just going to elaborate on the stage and situations. Make it around the well or come out of the alley......

"I'm not dissatisfied..."

"But what?

"... I've thought about all the plans and no... wasted?

"What a waste! Get rid of that plan right away!

"Yikes..."

Well, if you can go to the woods and finish the clay slab, you don't need a plan. Faye and I are wasting our time playing with each other, so it is obvious that when we go to the woods we will automatically point out the plan.

Still, what the hell happened to changing your opinion all of a sudden?

"After seeing how you're feeling. So we'll do it tomorrow. I'm not giving this away!

"Huh."

I just don't get impotent like going to the woods all of a sudden because I'm sick. I know best how this body is doing.

One day today, I was told that if the fever didn't go up, I could go to the woods, so I started getting ready for tomorrow, heartbeat.

Place a board in the cage that you don't know what to use for, which was in the storage, as an underlay. Then I snatched the borough cloth my mother had set aside to make it a cleaning rag and put it in the cage. Now wrap the clay plate and bring it home.

Come on, clay plate, I'll make it, I'll make it, I'll make it!

When I woke up in the mood, it was heavy rain.

That, too, is a record heavy rainfall around here. It's a storm like a typhoon.

I can hear the wind and rain, even as I close the window slab door.

"Ooh! Rain!?

I didn't even notice the weather in a world with no weather forecast. Precisely, I've never cared about the weather before because I've had more fever and fallen, and if my family hadn't decided "it's okay to get out today," they wouldn't have let me out.

Footage of clay slabs crumbling in heavy rain runs through the brain. No matter how many shrubs you say you've hidden, you won't be safe in this storm.

Nigi ah!

My clay plate! I'm going to be Denro-rin!

"Hey, Mine! Where are you going?

"Forest!"

I tried to jump out unintentionally, but my mother strangled me with wings to stop me.

"But what are you thinking about going outside in a storm like this when it's easy to get a fever!? You can't even get to the well!?

The sound of rain and wind hitting the plate door, even when it is tight, often echoes in the house and tells the story of how severe the storm is.

There is no way I can go outside when ordinary people even hesitate to go to the well. I sat down to collapse on the spot with Gakuri.

"My 'clay slab'... Ugh"

"Mine, it's okay. Now I said everyone can help me, so I can do it a lot easier and faster than before."

He comforts me as Touri strokes and strokes my head, which depresses me. Truly, Touri is a good sister.

The rare heavy rain lasted two days, and it was two more days before the children were allowed to go out into the woods.

On a well sunny morning, it means we can go to the woods for a long time, and every child's face looks radiant.

Today is a day when there are no apprenticeship jobs, so there are many big kids and a lot more people than usual. Rutz's brother Ralph seemed to go to the woods with him, carrying a big cage, with bows and arrows.

"Oh, Mine. Did the fever go down?

"Morning, Ralph. It's been a storm since the day my dad said it was okay."

"That was a disaster."

Shagging and stroking my head, Ralph turned to Tulli.

"Yo, Touri."

"Ralph, it's been a while."

Ralph looks like he's getting a solid look because he started his work apprenticeship. And the radiant smile of Tulli, whom I am polishing for the baptismal ceremony.

Hey, ma'am, I know these two look pretty good, don't you think?

Ralph and Touri are good looking after each other, and you think they look good on you.

If I had watched them nylonize, I would have drawn my arms all the way to Lutz.

"Wow!?

"Mine, don't blur. You're late, so you're the first to leave?

"Oh, sorry."

The children heading into the woods walk in groups and through the gates. The landscape, which was supposed to be spreading green, had left storm claw marks, making agricultural land look terrible by the way.

Speaking of which, is there compensation for this world, for disasters?

Lutz waved in front of Patapata and me as I moved my legs around looking at the landscape in a blur.

"Huh? What?

"No, I was wondering if you were seeing it right. Hey, Mine. You're gonna make it today, aren't you, that nend-bang? What is that?

Even if it's not written in Japanese, Lutz can't read the letters, so he doesn't know what it says. Before that, it was a life without letters or paper in the house. You must not know the beauty of a recording medium called a clay plate.

I began to speak to Rutz, driven by a strange sense of purpose, if I did not preach this.

"That's something I don't want to forget. Write it down, and you won't forget it, will you? If you save that right, you can always see it, right?" Recording medium "is for that reason, and that" clay plate "is one of the" recording media ". You can do it with clay, and even if you misspell it, if you even it with your fingers, you can erase the letters, and if you bake it, you can save it. Don't you think it's amazing?

Because it was a description of the water on the stand, Lutz opened his mouth pompously and tilted his neck slightly.

"... I don't know. So, what did Mine write?

"I told you a story, I wrote it. The story my mother told me. Write it down and you'll never forget it, will you? I really want a book, because it's not here. I'll make it."

"Huh. Is that what Mine wants to do?

Rutz asked me, and I thought about it.

Now that I don't have a single book around me, I'm trying to make a book somehow, but what I really want to do is not make a book.

"Hmm, that's a little different. Because what I really want to do is live surrounded by books. You've got so many new books in a month, you want to get them all and live through them."

"Uh, I mean, you want a book...?

"Yes! Truthfully, I want it now. But it's expensive, you can't buy it at all, and you can't reach it, so you're gonna have to make it yourself, right? I can't even afford paper, so I'm going to make a clay plate, write a story, and bake it."

So, oh, and Lutz hit his hand as convinced.

"Mine's making a replacement for the book now, isn't he?

"Yeah! I've failed in the meantime, so now it's time for me to be absolutely successful"

"Oh, I'll work with you."

The dish I somehow came up with for you, and to Lutz, who cooperates so far, I want to help you, too.

"So what does Lutz want to do? As much as you ask me, Lutz has something to do too, right?

"I... right. I want to go to another city as well. Travelers and bards go to all kinds of places and you know all kinds of stories, don't you? I want to see a lot of things."

"Like, it"

Speaking of which, I also wanted to go to various libraries in various countries and read books.

Draw a dream on the back of your brain that will never come true again and lay down your gaze softly.

"... do you really think so? You mean you want to get out of this city?

"Ah, it's a good trip, isn't it? I'm going that way, it sounds like fun. Me, I've always dreamed of exploring the 'libraries' of the 'nations of the world'..."

"Ha, the troubled self gets ridiculous.... Mine would definitely do what I want"

"Lutz can't do it."

My head was filled with dreams when I was Reino and what I wanted to do, and I had no idea what Lutz was looking like at this time.

I finally walk down the dry road and head to the woods.

The meeting point is a little open as soon as we get into the woods.

"Then they'll collect each one. Don't go too far for the little one. Always be where you can see this meeting place. All right?"

When the big children said so, they took the bow and arrow and ran to the back of the woods.

The little ones will look at me and at me.

Just arriving in the woods, it was already me in the cavern, but I wanted to find out immediately what had happened to the clay plates, so I put my gaze around.

"Hey, someone. Do you know where the 'clay plate' was?

I can't find the tree that marked me. It was days ago, so I thought I'd just forgotten, but everyone looked around like trouble.

"You marked the trees around there, didn't you?

Faye's words snort with all the children in place. The area Faye pointed to was where I had my eye on too, where a few trees had been knocked down by the storm.

"I have an idea of the place, so I'll have to find it anyway."

When Lutz started looking for the shade of the shrub, everyone started moving straw and they were supposed to look together.

I can't believe everyone can help me, not just the fays... hey, they're all too good-looking.

"Hey, isn't this it?

The landmark was broken and I had a hard time finding it, but Faye kept crouching and waving the boom.

When I rushed and peered at the speed of my best, there was a dirt gimme that was crumbling and unable to read the letters. As expected, it's messed up and I can't see the engraved letters anymore. The clay plate has returned to the dirt.

Oh, you're back in the shake again.

"I didn't break it this time!

"... yeah"

I'll excuse Faye as if he panicked, but even if he didn't bother to say so much, I can tell. I also know you're bothering to speak up so that your surroundings care. I can tell you're letting me care, but I can't stop the tears that come out.

As I leaked my whimper, my footsteps approached. I thought my footsteps stopped right next to me, and I got smacked in the head gently.

"Mine, if you have time to cry, let's make another one"

Consciousness surfaces all over Lutz's voice.

Yes, Lutz is right. You should rebuild one more while Faye and the others work together because of it.

I wiped my nostrils, and I looked up.

You're gonna lose!

The primary cause of failure is the man-made disaster of Faye and the others.

Time for the second cause of failure to close the door.

The third cause of failure is the storm.

I've already experienced both man-made and natural disasters. There will be no further cause for failure. Finish anything.

The clay itself became solidified and was on the spot, so if it were a clay plate, I could start writing it, and I remember which area there was clay around even if it was missing. Compared to the last time I started looking for dirt, it's the difference between cloud mud at the starting point.

It's okay. I'm not back until I shake it out yet.

With my previous failures, I learned that I can't finish it all at once on a sunny day or if I don't work where the roof is.

Today we are blessed with weather, and with the full use of tears and anger, we have three more assistants who are powerful, energetic and extra, whether they have succeeded in appealing to guilt or gained momentum.

With so many more people to help, I'm sure I'll be able to make it, without so much time.

"All you have to do is help Lutz and Faye and the others. Tulli, gather it."

"Okay.... Good luck, guys"

"Yeah!"

To Tulli's support I regain my mind and try again to make clay slabs.

Have Faye and the component 1 dig out the clay, and rutz and the component 2 sprinkle the clay and even mold it.

All I do is carve letters at the tip of a thin tree.

Yeah, yeah, fine.

"There were 10 'clay boards' that I needed to write a story about, so if that's all I made, go collect them. Thanks."

"Oh, oh."

One molded clay plate after another was arranged, and the fays, who quickly completed 10 clay versions, headed to collect to contest ahead.

Yet Rutz begins digging for clay again.

"Aren't Lutz going?

"Ralph's here today, so I'm gonna help Mine."

"Huh. So, enough clay, this, write on the ground and practice?

On the ground, which is softened by the wetness of the rain, I stabbed a stick of wood that was engraving a letter on the clay slab and wrote "Lutz" in the letter here.

"What, this?

"The name of Lutz. You can't go to another city without being able to write your own name, can you?

It's basically a facepath for people in this city to enter and exit the gates of this city, but when they enter other cities, they ask for their names or write them down. That's what Otto, a former travel merchant, said.

In fact, the entrance and exit of the gates are also different in the line between the humans of this city and those of other cities, and the checks are strict for the humans of other cities.

If Lutz wants to go to another city someday, he should be able to write about his name.

"Hey, Mine. Is that my name?

"Yes, if you want to go to all kinds of places, you should practice your writing properly."

While Lutz practiced his name on the ground with his eyes shining, I continued to make clay plates at best.

Keep engraving the first stories I've ever heard in this world in Japanese. Absolutely complete the book, with many chants in my mind.

"Done!

One of the folklore my mother told me was complete.

I want to make a "collection of my mother's folklore" at this rate. For me, it becomes a book packed with stories that I first learned when I came to this world.

I wrap it in a borough cloth I brought a clay plate that I could, and gently stack it in a cage so that the letters wouldn't collapse or disappear.

When I finished putting everything in the cage, I exhaled loudly, ha-ha. My eyes get hot and I get tears all over me.

This is the first time I've done it.

A clay plate is a recording medium that is not very much what you can call a book, but it's the first book for me to get whoever says what.

It was at the end of autumn that I began to live in this world, and now the end of spring. It took me a long time to get my first book.

But I feel like I finally got my feet on the ground because I realized I could make a book.

"Even in this world, you can read books....... then I'll be fine"

In a world too expensive to read books to the poor, it was a reincarnation into a sick body that would fever as soon as something was done, so whether it was somewhat unscrupulous or dead, it was nothing.

I couldn't think of such a sick child's body as my own, I couldn't think of a world where I lived without books, and I couldn't have any shards of attachment.

But with one book available, I could still take care of something here. I thought I'd found my way to live in this world properly.

"Mine, did you do it?

"Yeah, I can do it. Thanks to Touri and Lutz."

Even if the emotions that Touri and Lutz point at were directed at Mine, not me, it's true that they helped me in making this book.

Remove the cloth at the top and show Touri and Lutz the clay plates you could make.

"Hey, Mine. What does this say?

"This is about the children of the stars. The first night, the one my mother told me about."

"First?"

Touri frowns in surprise.

"Yes, the first story I remember."

It's a story my mother told me in a low voice when I couldn't sleep because of the high fever. A loving voice is directed at a being who is himself, but not himself. Words and emotions seemed to bare me, unacceptable and so unpleasant was the love that only separated my spirit and deepened my sense of solitude.

Yet, when I decided to make a book here, this was the only thing that came to mind about the book. If my mother's bedtime story became an important book to me, I felt I could accept the love I had for my bedtime story.

"Me, I want to keep track of everything my mother told me."

"But won't it disappear again?

Laugh and answer the anxious Touri.

"If it stays like this, it will disappear, so bake it and stiffen it. Then you can always read your mother's story, right?

I started living here, about six months.

I finally felt like I was laughing naturally.

... It would have been touching if I had finished beautifully here, but it didn't end.

I went home and burned the clay plate quickly, and it exploded.

No, really.

You may not know what you're talking about, but it's not a lie.

If you bake it in a bowl, bong! That.

My first book was splashed with soil smoke and fragments of soil.

I didn't have time to find out the cause and remained stunned, for now, my mother persisted in scolding me and made me promise that I would never make a clay plate again.

Is that it? I'm totally back in the shake?

Oh, no, but it's done once and I feel like I can afford it, so it feels like I took three steps and took two steps back?

... What do we do next?