Ascendance of a Bookworm

I was stunned the day Tulli went to his first apprenticeship job. None of the help I've been entrusted with can do much about this.

I have modern knowledge, and I thought I could if I wanted to, but knowledge doesn't do me any good.

Touri was a great sister.

First, I could not carry water. I can't draw it from the well. I'm too powerless.

I could only pump it up a little bit at a time, it was hard to get up the stairs, and to carry a bucket of water, I had to go back and forth 5 times. Of course, the water you need is not a full barrel. It's full of water bottles.

My mother was carrying water with me, but it was at the same pace as my mother filling a water bottle and I filling a barrel.

I can't use it.

When I was ready for lunch, I was told to light a torch.

I learned from my student lodging training, so I can put firewood together. Combine thick trees with thin, burnable trees to create air passages and place dried grass for easy seed ignition. That's all I could do.

But I can't light it. It was Chuckaman who used it in the lodging training. I have no experience with firestones. Let's see Thuri do it. I tried it with a look.

"Uh-huh!?

Once we had the momentum to meet stones and stones, of course, sparks scattered. I was surprised by the chilling spark in front of me and accidentally removed the stone. If I thought it was like fireworks and I was going to burn you, then, I was scared and unable to hit you well.

Eventually, my mother took it up on the way.

I, seriously, can't use it.

I can help you cook. I thought so, but I couldn't.

The knife is too heavy to lift without both hands. When I see a bird that is tightened, it hardens.

All I can do is cut the ingredients that cut me to some extent with a small knife or provide a recipe. There's very little I can do on my own. I'm not tall enough, so I can't scratch the pan around on the table.

My mother complimented me on the recipe, but honestly recessed in her inability to do so.

I'm really useless.

"What's wrong, Mine?

Touri, who returned from his first job, called out to me, more and more recessed. answer, as my mother grinned bitterly in my place, which recessed.

"... I let you help me today, and I think I'm depressed that I couldn't do anything"

"Huh? Now?

Yes, now.

Not now, but I knew.

I'm useless.

"... I tried everything, but I couldn't do it at all"

"Well, if you know what's going on, why don't you just try?

"Besides, mine's the best place to clean."

If you just sweep it with a broom and wipe it with a rag, you have experience, and you can handle it without so much power. Too much temper makes me feel hot, though.

Besides, cleaning isn't a help to me. I just couldn't stand the unclean environment. It just improved the environment, even though it is sick and weak, which is likely to exacerbate the medical condition even further. It's for me, not for my family.

I left it all to the machine in modern Japan, so I could clean, wash and cook all the way, but it doesn't do me any good here.

Honestly, I didn't think it was that hard. How can I be such a poor body and useless when I can be a one-year-old different Touri?

If I were to be reincarnated anyway, I would have preferred a sturdier body. At least not enough to keep your feet together.

"Ha, Mine. Useless, you, you cared about that?

"... I care"

"Well, yes... My dad didn't originally expect Mine to."

"Huh?"

Is that it? Haven't you smiled and said something surprisingly terrible?

Though I didn't think I was the person to be expected, it was unexpected that this father-in-law would say "I didn't originally expect" to face me.

My father began to make me weep in my eyes for some reason, tapping my head gently with a pompous slap.

"When you die, next time you fall, you may not. I've always thought so, so it's enough to get better now"

It was Thuri who flaunted his shoulder at my father's words.

"I think Dad's right, but you're not hiring Mine anywhere like this, are you? 'Cause Mine can't do anything."

My father shook his head pretending to be Touri's words.

"No, I can hire you at the gate"

"Huh? What kind of work can you do to Mine?

I don't understand how I would make Touri and my mother look strangely inclined to their necks.

Even before, you mean you've talked about what you're doing at the gate and you haven't heard? Or are you saying you didn't think it was true?

"What kind of work is paperwork? If I still go to the gate, I'll be helping Otto for once.... I've been taught more than half the letters."

"Yeah!? Didn't you always go to the gate just to take a break?

"It wasn't like Mine was saying big time!?

Touri, why are you so surprised? And, Mother, it's terrible.

My chest hurts when you two react too honestly.

"Mine has a particularly high rating for computational work. If Mine has no hope, you can work at the gate after the baptism. Even Mine wants to work with his dad, right?

"Huh? No. Because I'm going to be a bookstore or a scribe."

Unfortunately, none of my future plans include attending work with my father to do paperwork for the gatekeeper.

But neither the bookstore nor the clerk I haven't seen once here seems to have made it through, and everyone is leaning their necks.

"... Ahhh, Mine. What the hell is that?

"Who sells books...... so, merchant? Um, I don't even have a pattern as a merchant, but I work with books."

"Well, I don't know, if I could have done what I wanted. In the meantime, you just have to do it from what you can. Six months ago Mine couldn't walk to the woods. He didn't even like to go outside. Now I can go and come home myself."

"... yeah"

I tried my best to pick up the firewood today, and they told me, and Touri left the house with me carrying the cage.

My family is right, I can walk to the woods now, but when I arrive I can't move without a break, and if I don't move fairly carefully, I'll fall asleep the next day.

I hate this body, which is too frail.

When I got to the woods, when my breath was ready, I started picking up firewood. All I do is find and pick up falling, but Touri sees the branches, and cuts them with a blade like a twig. Concon, Sparn! What!

"Touri is amazing"

I feel Touri handy again.

"I have to do the trick from where I can, too."

My breath came up as I was picking up branches.

Sitting on a stone and resting, I quickly take out a knife to make a wood jane.

"Ugh, pretty heavy"

With a dull, glowing knife in my hand, I sighed.

It's not like I've never dealt with a blade at all. Even in Japan, I used knives, and I used cutters in my everyday life.

But I have little experience in shredding trees.

Speaking of which, pencil sharpening with a knife when I was in elementary school, what a challenge. I truly regret now that I didn't touch so much that I said I should sharpen pencils with pencil sharpening.

While I'm dangerous, I can't use a knife much to make a wooden Jane!

There's no way I can handle a knife like this well, even though I've only sharpened my pencil with my hips. Can you really make wood jane?

To try it, I scraped a bit of the thin branches among the ones I picked up.

I struggled because it was a small hand with no power, but the skin of the tree peeled off and I could see the color inside.

Oh, it's gonna be a little hard, but we're gonna figure it out!

It's gonna be a knife practice, I can do wood Jane, I'm two birds a stone.

And I will sharpen the tree which I have picked up with a groan, flat with a knife. I started making a lot of elongated woodcuts cut to fit the same length. If you tie it with a string, it's a fine tree Jane. It would replace the note paper.

Thank you Ancient China & ancestors for your wonderful wisdom.

Thanks for the nice knife, Dad, Mom. Thanks to you, I can make wood janes.

You just have to pick up the branches and scrape them, so the effort is not so much compared to the papyrus dressing and the clay plates you dig out of the soil that you knit the chisels and fibers.

This is good.

Shred the tree on hand shrugged little by little to make the surface for writing as flat as possible. I wish I had the power and moves to scrape with Sparn in one shot, but I can't help it without him.

Cut into tunnels and increase the number of woodwinds one after the other. Numbers matter because in my hands today only thin branches can be shredded and only one line can be written per tree Jane.

"Mine, instead of clay plates, what did you start this time?

Apparently, I'm done collecting firewood. Lutz peeked into my hand and asked.

I lean my neck in unexpected enquiries.

"... Huh? How did you know this was a replacement for a clay plate?

"'Cause, Mine, that sounds like a lot of fun, huh?

"Huh? Sounds fun?

"He still looks like he's going to cheek on a tree. You used to look at clay when you were on a clay plate, didn't you?

Huh? You mean you're going to be cheeky now and you're scraping up a tree by yourself? Doesn't that sound weird?

... Uh-huh! Unconsciousness sucks! Embarrassing!

Lutz observes me shrugging my shredded tree Jane as I wander through my heart alone to the embarrassment of being pointed out unexpectedly.

"So, what are you making?

"... I'm making 'Wood Jane'"

"Moccan? Now you're gonna write a letter on this?

"Yes. So there's plenty of them. Because I can't make it as big as a plate with my power."

And I set up my knife again, and began to sharpen the branches.

Lutz sat up next to him and took a bit of a fat branch.

"I'll help you. Instead... why don't you let me see someone named Otto that Mine said before?

"Why?"

"I want to hear about the traveler..."

I had seen Lutz cover his eyes around him and add with a small voice Posso Posso before. At that time, Rutz should have said he wanted to leave the city in the future like a traveler or bard and go to various places.

Are travellers and bards less praiseworthy professions in this world because they care about people's eyes or whisper their voices? I don't know.

It should be better for Lutz to have Otto's opinion heard than my unsolicited opinion without common sense.

"He seems busy, but I'll ask him for once. I'm sorry if they turned me down."

"Still fine."

Exhaled like a whoop, Lutz looks like he's lowered his load. It somehow conveyed that I had never been able to consult anyone before.

After that, we somehow keep the conversation low, and the two of us make Seikoko Ki-Jane. Lutz still had something like a tweezer similar to Thuri, and he made some big wooden janes out of thick branches.

And I will sharpen the surface thereof with a knife, and I will fix it. There are more boards to simplify the wood, but they are white on both sides.

The ink I use at the gate, can you split it it or give it away?

The ink is basically what I use with the paper, so I don't sell it to stores around there.

Speaking of which, the ink is kept tight with parchment. Maybe the ink is high as well as the paper.

If possible, let's negotiate with Otto if he can get his future salary to ink, not stone brush. Finally, let's also tell Lutz's favor.

Tomorrow is the gate.

On the day Tulli goes to work, I study at the gate because I don't have a visitor. I've also been using more words on a daily basis lately, so it's been a lot of fun.

Speaking of which, three soldier apprenticeships came in for the same period as the Touri and the others from today.

Otto is busy having to teach them letters and numbers again. Because I have to finish educating the newcomers, go back to the dorm room, and get rid of my regular job.

I was practicing words and doing the computations I was asked about opportunities that seemed to allow me to talk.

Whether the paperwork has come to a halt or the opportunity for Otto to to start cleaning up the ink, speak up.

"Mr. Otto, I have a question for you, okay?

"Fine?

"What happens to a traveler?

"Ha!? Mine, you want to be a traveler!? Huh? Wait a minute! Could that be my fault? The squad leader will kill you!

He opened his eyes wide and made sure Otto rode himself out to his desk and raised his bare voice.

To my great surprise, I am more surprised. I rush to wave patsy and deny it.

"No, not me, my friend."

"What. Then tell him we should stop."

"Oh, I knew it?

From Otto's concise reply, it was established that a traveller appeared to be an opposed profession.

"After all, what do you mean?

Otto narrows his eyes softly to my reaction.

I opened my mouth, thinking how it would be easy to tell if I explained.

"Er, I was wondering if it was a profession that I would disagree with if I said I wanted to be because the kid was blinding or lurking his voice when I talked to him."

"Well, you'll eat big eyeballs from your parents"

"Besides, travellers, they travel all the time, don't they? What do you buy here, what do you wholesale over here, you come and go in a big area, right? Life will be fundamentally different from settling, there will be connections that can be passed from parent to child, and there will be good customers, and it's not something that you can suddenly become if you want to be a city child..."

I think it's like the children of a peasant who is determined to settle in the land admiring nomads who move their land around freely. The basics of life are completely different, and living in a place where common sense within you doesn't make any sense, and working is tougher than you'd expect.

It is everyday that what I do with good intentions is on the back, and I don't know how that can be on the back. Although it seems right not to do anything, I can blame you for not doing anything.

There are no manuals in the implicit rules that have been stacked in everyday life.

I don't know what to do in the other world all of a sudden, and I want to pull, I know the thickness of the wall of common sense very well.

Well, I can't help it without a book to pull off, so I have no choice but to go outside.

"... if you know that much, why don't you tell him?

"Um, I live in the city the same way. I feel like Mr. Otto could honestly ask you more about reality than I would. Besides, my dad said that Mr. Otto has some connection to the commercial guild, right? I didn't think travelers could do it, but I figured if I became a merchant apprentice, I'd be able to get out of the city with a purchase."

Instead of embarking on a wandering journey that would be an unknown world for the family, I don't think even the family would disagree so much if they were traveling at work, with a place to settle.

"Huh, I see. By purposefully speaking, is that kid Mine's favorite?

The mouth of Niyanya and Otto connects. I flaunted my shoulders lightly on my funny face sniffing apart the love banana.

"Rather than being a favorite, I always take care of Lutz, so it's hard not to give back when I can, because I'm all thankful."

"Does that mean Mine's looking after you, that blonde kid?

I guess Rutz, my pacemaker who is whirling back in the woods, has also seen Otto, as he reports his father's actions at the gate to get a penny for the day.

"That's right. But more rookie education, Mr. Otto, seems busy, and if you can't..."

"Now is the most free season, so this is a good season. How about the next holiday?

"Thank you, Mr. Otto!

Nevertheless, the fact that this is the most free season with so much chores means how much work has been done at the time of accounting reporting & budgeting that you have asked me to help. It's something I don't want to think about, too, just because I'm determined to help.

"Ah! I want to ask you one more thing, can you give this ink away a little?

"Ink is this, right?

Otto, who frowned, slapped a tonne of ink kettle with his finger that closed the lid. I nod loudly as I see the black liquid across the glass shake slightly.

"Can't you ink it next time, not pay, stone brush?

"Three years just working. Not Foreclosable"

"Heh!?

I couldn't understand what they said to me, and I blinked unexpectedly. I want it to be a mistake to hear, but Otto starts counting fingerfolds or something with a serious eye.

"If you're an apprentice from helping, your salary will change, but helping you now. So, like, three years, including your special salary when you're on a budget?

"Three years!?...... high!

To my reaction, which I didn't think was that high, Otto says in a bitter mix, "Now let's not remember the words in the budget item".

"You basically only use it here when your noble opponent's paperwork, right? It's a price you can't have for a kid's toy."

I mean, you can't reach me at all right now. Copy that.

... Then what should I use to write on Woodjane?

Even if it's just a board, it doesn't make sense unless you can write it?