Ascendance of a Bookworm

And after the bamboo was blown up, and I held only one piece of bamboo left, and I was overheated, and I was in a great heat.

The anger that burned what I made.

Regret for not understanding my anger at all.

No matter how many times I try, there will be no book left in my hands. Despair of reality.

On the other side that pushed everything through, there was apathy that made me want to let everything go.

I don't feel like doing anything.

I didn't have the strength to fight it.

My mother burned me wood Jane, and I burned what was supposed to be the bamboo Jane that Lutz brought me, and I don't even get angry anymore.

I wish this body was a healthy adult with both arms and strength.

If I were an adult, I could soak up all the papyrus, the clay plates, and the wood jane, and make Japanese paper.

At the very least, if I had the strength and strength to be as healthy as Touri and Lutz and to do some work, I could have tried.

In the hands of such a sick and poor child, it is not easy to even cut the trees needed to make paper.

Maybe if you wait until you grow up, it's a problem to solve.

But that seemed too long.

Besides, will I grow into a crowd because I have grown up? Will my body get bigger with my arm strength and strength?

There can't be hope either.

If everything is for nothing, can we just leave ourselves to the fever that rages in our bodies?

Does it make any sense to live with inconvenient, dirty environments, overlapping patience, where books are not available even if you try?

I guess I can disappear now.

Just a thought, the heat in my body enlivens my movements to swallow me. The fever spreads to invite you to stop thinking about everything, get swallowed up.

There's only one thing left to worry about. I didn't apologize to Lutz.

I didn't apologize that Bamboo Jane had gone bad, even though she worked so hard to prepare the material that wouldn't burn me.

Lutz's voice comes back to his brain when he said he was going to get bamboo.

"This is for Mr. Otto to to introduce us! I'm paying up front, so Mine definitely needs to get better! All right?"

I had that promise left.

I got all that help, and I promised, but can you spare me and escape into this fever?

Sure, Lutz paid me in advance.

Though it is easy to disappear swallowed by heat, having received bamboo briefs, I must be well and introduce Otto.

It's for Lutz, I tell myself, and I push the heat in. Even if the fever eats you, it's better if you keep your promise to Lutz.

Organizing your neighborhood is important. Because it suddenly passed before and I didn't have time for that.

Yeah, well, when I died in the earthquake, I wasn't able to sort it out at all...... ahhh! That consolidation of black history, what happened!? Ooh, ooh! I care, I care! Shit! Not if he's dead!

I wanted to dispose of it exactly. Black history in my previous life came up one after the other, and I said, "You can't die if you die!" When I jumped up, for some reason, the heat in my body was quite small.

Two days after I decided to push black history into the corner of my head and not think about it.

I was finally allowed to go out with my father to the gate, and I was face-to-face with Otto in the guest room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Otto. I asked for it from here, but the heat came out..."

Yes, while I was down with a fever, the holiday I had promised was over and I couldn't let Otto and Rutz meet.

"The squad leader told me the fever didn't go down for five days. Are you all right now?

"Yes, thanks to you"

Even if I laugh and show him, Otto looks at my face with a slight frown.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't look well, do you?

You look pale, not because of the fever.

Instead, it's about a piece of paper you're not likely to be able to make even if you work hard.

"Ahhh, I had some troubles that I couldn't solve.... May I ask what Mr. Otto would do?

"Huh? That troubling thing, can I ask?

Otto circled his eyes and peered into my face.

As a travel merchant, Otto, who would have had experiences that I could not have imagined, would he give me an answer that I would not have thought of?

"Yes, I have something I want right now, but I can't make it now without my strength and strength. I might be able to do it when I grow up, but a body like this. Then I don't know if I can really be healthy, and I don't know if I can be bigger in the crowd. In the first place, I can't wait that long. If you were Mr. Otto, what would you do at a time like this?

Otto, who was snorted and listened, had little to think about, raised his brow gently and gave the answer.

"If you can't do it yourself, you can hire someone who can, right? Is that all you're worried about?

Scales fell out of my eyes.

I never had the idea of hiring someone else to get what I wanted. That's the former merchant.

I wonder why. Even though I was conceived to be hired by someone to work, I never thought of hiring someone.

"... I think it's a great idea, but I don't have anything ahead of me."

"Well, you can't have it that year. Right. I would direct him to do it voluntarily. It's not easy, but if they do it from me, my nose won't hurt."

That's right, former merchant. It's black and nice, even though it's a refreshing and soft smile.

I'm definitely guided, too, right? You said that even though you're highly computational, the assistants you can hire with stone brushes are budget friendly, right?

"… I will refer to it"

Involve someone who seems to do it and let them do it voluntarily......?

Seems pretty hard to me.

Humph, worried, Otto slapped Pong on his shoulder and offered him a tablet. The chatter is over. Let's study in silence, it's a signal for.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. If Mine's fine, can we see him on holiday the day after tomorrow? The place, yeah...... I like Central Square. How about when we were three bells in Central Square?

"I was going to ask you to come here. Thank you for taking the time."

I don't expect to forget, but somehow I note it as three bells in Central Square in the corner of the stone slab with habit.

As he raised his gaze, Otto was slowly stroking his jaw, narrowing his eyes and laughing nicely.

With a smile that makes you feel like your spine is in danger for some reason, you inadvertently stretch out your spine and stare at Otto.

"Oh, you must be an interesting kid, because Mine's the one who's going to introduce you. I'm hoping it'll be a good holiday."

The word now is, "Don't introduce him to me. You're gonna crush a precious holiday," I heard, "but it's your fault, isn't it? Is that it? Isn't it a casual meeting to listen to a traveler?

When I suppressed my inner agitation and laughed nicely and nodded, I dropped my gaze on the tablet.

The cold sweat is gushing out.

Not good. I don't have time, but I don't know what the meeting means.

I bit my teeth at the lack of time to prepare. If we meet the day after tomorrow, we have little time. I cannot tell you that I, who introduce Lutz, do not understand the meaning of the meeting.

I desperately think of meaning as I practice cutlets and words on stone slabs.

"Mine, go home already today"

"Dad."

It was an early hour to go home, but my father came to get me, so I made the return trip and left the dormitory.

"Hey, Dad. Lutz asked me to introduce you to Mr. Otto, and what's the point of this introduction?

"At this time of year, do you mean you're looking for an apprentice? I thought I'd get the same job as my brothers, but Lutz wants to be a merchant?

Good offices for employment!? No, no, it shouldn't be that serious! 'Cause there's no way a kid like me can be Conne.

"He wants to talk to you for a second..."

"Then you definitely want me to introduce you to your apprenticeship destination. Mine's friends. That would be tough."

"Tough?"

"Naturally. Having an apprenticeship means looking after one person all the time. Independence doesn't completely cut off the edge."

It was harder than I thought. I didn't just listen to you. Rutz wants to be a traveler, and he wants Otto, who was a former traveler, to introduce him to someone.

Ah, I mean, a meeting the day after tomorrow is like a job interview!? I can't believe I was setting up such a serious meeting!

When I got home, the day after I heard my father and mother in detail about the apprenticeship and understood the seriousness of the matter, I came to the woods with a large quantity of luggage in a cage.

On the road to the woods, Lutz is told to apologize by talking about Bamboo Jane's end of the road, and that the meeting day is set for tomorrow. As for Bamboo Jane, "Banihitsu? You can make mistakes," he sighed, honestly happy to say "thank you, Mine" about the meeting.

When we get to the woods, everyone scatters to collect. And I took Lutz's hand, and went to the river.

"Bye, Lutz. Here, let's wash your whole body clean."

"What?"

Otto is pretty clean because he was a former merchant. I think it's because I know the importance of the impression I make on the first person I meet.

As far as I'm concerned, I want to come in perfect condition, knowing the merchant-like calculation height of Otto, who can see a little while I'm helping him with his work.

Once it is determined that it is not worth meeting, Rutz should not be referred to a merchant, not to a traveler.

"It's important to have a first impression of meeting people. If you have time to prepare, you better get it right. I don't like to see Lutz low just because he looks like one."

"I just washed it and I don't think it's going to change much."

If I could borrow Ralph's sundress, it would be the best, but I don't know if I could borrow it.

I don't have any big clothes, me or Lutz, so I want to fix just the part where I can fix it, although I can't help it as usual.

As I teach about the effects of appearance, I wash my nasty lutz with a simple phosphor.

With the intention of polishing it up, he felt heavy and brought a bucket, cloth, or cloth. Definitely wash your whole body, not just your head.

Put the river water and the simple phosphor in the bucket, put it on my hair over and over again, as I normally do in Touri, and wash it.

Somehow I felt like a hairdresser and I spoke to Lutz as I washed my hair.

"Hey, Lutz. You want to hear about the traveler, that means you want to be a traveler, right? You want to be an apprentice to a traveler, and you want me to introduce you, right?

"Hmm? Ah."

The more Lutz's hair is wiped with a cloth, the more glossy the blonde becomes. It's so beautiful gold that I want my hair to change color.

I lay down my questions with a little jealousy as I put in a few more brilliance.

"So, Lutz became a traveler, and what do you want? Just going everywhere?

"Oh, my God, suddenly"

"You have to think about it."

"Why?"

"Mr. Otto doesn't know anything about Lutz. I have to think about it all myself because it's not like a parent or someone I know well enough to introduce me like a relative."

I spoke to my parents yesterday and they say that the kids in this city basically introduce their parents and relatives to start apprenticeship work. For this reason, it is generally related to the job title of the parent.

For example, as Tulli became a needle apprentice at the workplace of her mother's friend in an introduction to her dyed mother.

Because it's easy to sweeten, they rarely go to their parents' workplace even in the same job title. However, if they are within sight of jobs with similar occupations, parents can be assured, and because they have edged eyes around them, the kids take it seriously.

There are quite a few people who want to be introduced to a profession opposed by their parents, like Rutz.

"Mr. Otto will see me in law this time, but I'm not that nice. He's a former merchant, so he's the one who keeps the damage account in check. If Lutz hadn't thought about it, I don't think he'd see me again."

Tomorrow's meeting is a job interview.

If you are in a job, it is possible that you will not be dealt with unless you are familiar and think about the motives of your aspirations and the content of your self-appeal.

"... what about Mine?

"Huh?"

"Is that what Mine asks you to be a merchant and you can answer right away?

Rutz, with his lips pointy with regret, glared at me for not having immediately come up with an answer.

"Yeah. I want to sell paper. When I become a merchant apprentice, I want someone to teach me how to make paper and make it."

The book wants me, it's for me. I was trying not to ask anyone else to do anything I could to make an alternative to the book as far as I could myself.

But blah, blah, it's the limit. Whatever you do, it all goes bad.

Already, I just want to give out my knowledge and throw a round at someone from start to finish what I make. If I take the information fee and give up the profits, I think someone will make it.

"Paper? Isn't that a book?

"I need it to make a book. There's no one here who wants anything but me."

"If Mine's the only one you want, you can't sell it, can you?

I laughed and affirmed the words that Lutz had said, as if I were frightened.

"Yeah, I don't think books sell that easily. But if it's paper... I think I can keep the price down more than parchment, and I think I can sell it. At least you know how to make it. You pick me up, you have a profitable merchant."

"... well. Mine must be thinking about it. I'll think about it for a second."

"Otto's assistant friends are more likely to turn down connections. But if Lutz makes it clear what he wants to do and thinks that's in their interest, the merchant will take care of Lutz?

I drove Lutz into the river, staring at the water and thinking, to wash his whole body clean.

If I don't move my hand while I think about it, I don't have time.

If I could, I'd borrow Ralph's sundress, and I told him, but if he got dirty, he wouldn't have lent me sundress.

At a much earlier time than the three bells rang, I was in my usual clothes, but Lutz and I walked towards Central Square, much prettier than usual.

"Hey, three bells, right? It's too soon, isn't it?

"It's okay. Because procrastination is more deadly. It would be too soon if we sat down and talked."

Time is distinguished by the temple bells that ring about 2-3 hours apart.

In this city where there is no clock, perhaps it is not so harsh to be late, but I really want to avoid delaying us in the position we ask for, given their heartbeat.

"Speaking of which, what happened to this hair to your mother yesterday? It was tough being asked."

Lutz pulled his glossy blonde hair with a pitiful face.

I know how Aunt Carla feels. If my son's hair was glossy enough to stick in just one day, you'd be wondering.

"Beauty is the most intriguing topic for women."

"I told you I had mine. Ask Mine what you want to hear."

"Yeah!?

I have a headache when I think about being hit by Aunt Carla's questioning attack, which is a strong push, loud voice, and won't let me go once I get caught.

"I'll teach you how to make it, so make it yourself. I don't have much, either."

"... Ah, bad. It's important, you let him use it, right?

"Fine. Because Lutz takes care of me."

It's not a waste of time to use it on Lutz, who has always helped me, but it's a waste of time to use it on Aunt Carla. Even I, basically, wash my head with water, and use a simple phosphor to wash my head once every five days.

"But..."

"If you care so much, you can make my share, too. I'm too powerless to squeeze oil well."

"Oh, my God, you know what?"

While we were talking about that, Otto showed up in Central Square.

It was clear from a distance that Otto, standing at the entrance, looked around the square and found us and laughed niggardly.

Oh, I knew they were trying.

Beware of the vague designation of when the bell rang, from when that dangerous smile was turned, it was still tried to see if he could come before the bell rang.

Ho, and after Otto's mouth moved small, waved in another direction, another man appeared and walked toward us with Otto.

Tartare and cold sweat convey my spine. I unconsciously grabbed Lutz's hand next door.

"I'm here, Lutz. Start by saying hello."

"Oh, wow."

I can tell from the friendliness between the two of you walking in as we talk that you're Otto's friend's merchant. The look of the friend glistened sharply to make a price move.

I didn't hear there was an interviewer besides Mr. Otto!

Ugh, even though it's Lutz's interview, I'm getting more nervous!