Ascendance of a Bookworm

At the same time as the heavenly sun-drying of black skins using ingredients other than trombes, today I take the pan and ash and work on simmering about a bell of white skin for a portion to be turned into paper.

Is it not so heavy if it's just the pot and the ashes for today's use, Lutz's footsteps are light?

After walking to the river plain, I will dry my black skin so that I can catch it at the end of the cage I was carrying. In the meantime, Lutz started preparing the pan. Put the pot with water in the stone assembled pot, then go pick up the firewood.

"Look, Mine. Never leave the side of the pan."

"He said he already figured it out!

The pot and ash are important things that are not readily available here and are worth the money. Plus, the white skins I've made so far are troublesome if they're stolen, so I definitely need a luggage number even if they're not as helpful as me.

Having recently begun to invest a bit in collecting and wandering around, I had been the feather of many nails being stabbed by Lutz.

"You know what, Mine's gonna go fumble as soon as he finds something he's interested in."

"I'll be here till Lutz gets back, so go quick"

When I started going into the woods, I left the cage because it was heavy, and I tried to go in the back, and I was so angry with Touri and Lutz. Unlike Japan, you should never leave your luggage and go out of sight.

That's why all the kids heading into the woods go out with cages and backpacks that they can carry and only collect what they can have.

When Lutz lights it with the trees he's been collecting quickly, he goes to pick up firewood again.

I watched the pan, sometimes adjusting the position of the cage as the shadow moved, so that the black skin hit the sun.

"Is it boiling?

"Yeah, I think it's time"

When I put ash and white skin in the water that came boiling down to the groove, I needed something to stir. But I'm not getting ready for that.

Ah, I discovered something missing again.

I look around to see how my imagination is poor, and I wonder if there's anything, while I'm depressed by the results that I know very well.

"Lutz, I want you to make two sticks just as long to mix the pan. The trees are going to peel and mix, so if possible, I'd be happy if it was bamboo. It was near here, wasn't it?

"You make sticks out of bamboo, don't you? Okay."

Cracked bamboo into rutz, shredded and impromptu made vegetable chopsticks, I scratch through the pan.

If I was so impressed with Lutz's bamboo worker arms up because of his struggle to make bamboo straws, I could hear Lutz's little whine.

"... don't get mixed up well with those sticks"

"Huh!? Oh, oh, yeah. Clever, right?"

Huh, laughing and deluding, but I can't stop the cold sweat blowing out of my back.

Naturally no chopsticks exist in this world without Japanese food. No one can hold chopsticks, first of all. To scratch the pan, there can't be a toddler girl who has her vegetable chopsticks made, not even a gripping chopstick, as normal.

Wow, there's something about Lutz looking subtle.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's your fault, isn't it?

Yes, tell yourself, mix the pan. After pointing it out, it is more suspicious to suddenly change it to a gripping chopstick. I just have to stick it through like this, but my heart is bugging me.

Oh, my idiot!

It's not like I'm saying I'm suspicious of myself!

The bell rang slightly after pretending to be as normal as possible and continuing to simmer the white skin for a while. It should be good in time.

Expose the boiled white skin to the river and flush the ashes. Hit the sun at the same time. They say the skin turns white when it hits the sun. I don't know if it applies to plants in this world either, but for one thing I have to rely on my memory to do it.

"I'll leave you here for another whole day."

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

To make beautiful white paper, the white skin is once again left in the river for a whole day. Lutz takes turns collecting with me after washing the pan.

I also had a slight drop in the percentage of toxic collection. Let's remember at this rate.

The next day, the incorporation of white skins is the main task on paper.

Basically, I collect in the woods, and when I get close to returning, I pull my white skin off the river. I'll take the bucket from home instead of the pot to take the white skin home, but that's all for the job.

"Tomorrow we'll be working in the warehouse."

"Right. Well, we have to keep up the collection today."

I collected some edible mushrooms that Lutz sorted and some fruitful starting Melijah fruits that Lutz picked, then plenty of clans to boil and jam.

I also tasted it several times during the collection. Compared to Japanese fruit, it seems delicious because it is very sour, but there are no sweet things around it.

Don't go to the woods the next day and work in front of the well in front of the warehouse. I want to do it all at once, from dust extraction (chisel) to paper (kamisu).

Dust removal is the task of removing scratches and verses in white-skinned fibers, and this determines the beauty of the paper. It's a job I can sit on, so I decided to take charge.

While I take away the straightening and the scratching of the fibers, Lutz peels the fruit of Edil, crushes it, puts it on the water, and makes trolls.

"Hey, Mine. Is this what trolls are for?

"... um, maybe. I think it's okay because it's sticky, but honestly, you're not sure. I'll think about it with the stickiness when mixing fibers."

When the fiber dust removal is complete, bang the fiber. Strong corner bars like oaks, beating the more white skinned fibers look like cotton. Scrape only the part of the lumberyard that holds the corner material you bought with your hands and wrap it around the rag you took out of the house so it doesn't hurt your hand, and Lutz bangs it.

This is Lutz's job. If I do it without power, it will only get in the way.

This time the amount of fiber itself is small in the prototype, so it didn't take that long, but when you start doing the amount, it will be hard.

Place the seared loose fiber in the sag, add the trollo, then adjust the stickiness while adding a little water.

I often stir it up with a tool like Kushi, which is originally called Horseshoe (no), but this time the amount is small, so I have Lutz make two more pairs of vegetable chopsticks and scratch them like when making pudding with six thin bars.

... Sure, this is what it looked like after putting the paste in when the milk pack was recycled paper, I think.

Even though there was no way that I, who was not an artisan, could adjust with my senses, I managed to pull out my memories and make water (fumizu) that seemed like a piece of paper.

After this, I finally go into the work of scraping the paper with a girder.

"Ha, I'm finally getting it."

Household recycled paper making was a simple procedure of simmering a milk pack, peeling off the crunchy polyethylene part, over the mixer, adding washing paste, and covering, and drying it.

It is from this part of the paper that I have experienced, which is common with Japanese paper.

Finally, my turn! Come on, my experience!

"Do you really understand?

Lutz tilted his neck slightly towards me with a viscid girder, giving me a look that seemed extremely suspicious.

Well, sure, there's a lot of ambiguity, and a lot of tools I'm missing when I actually try, but that's because I didn't have any experience.

All a little mumbled by the fact that I was not trusted at all, I grossly turned my toddler's puffy stomach against mine.

"Let it be! Because I have."

"... when and where?

For a moment, my heart froze in the pointy voice of Lutz, who frowned.

"Huh!?... oh, oh, the maiden's secret! You can't explore it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! My idiot! What are you talking about? Rutz's gaze is off. I'm looking at you. Ahhh! Biggest suicide bomber ever!?

Such a scream of the heart is deluded with a loving laugh, while putting the girder in the water of the ship. My fingers are shaking a little, but I pretend not to look.

Tickle the boat water from the front of the girder, moving the girder and paper.

"Why, that's how you move it?

"That's because moving it makes for an even thickness of paper. All you have to do is return this task a few times, depending on the thickness and type of paper."

"Hmm, because I have, you know what I mean?

Lutz's eyes, like the one he explores, pierce me not to miss the change in my expression. I don't know how to answer at a time like this to mislead you.

I can only move my hands in silence or force the topic away.

"Oh, you know, Lutz. This time I'm changing the number of times I do this work, and I'm also trying to see how the paper thickness changes, okay?

"... ah"

Feeling that Rutz's gaze came and went again and again to his hand and face to see if there was anything to think about the sudden change of subject, I papered.

Oh, hey, I feel like I'm laying a suicide bomber on something......

When finished, remove the tape from the digit and transfer the tapered paper onto the paper floor.

"When transferring to the paper floor, be careful not to enter air between the paper that is overlaid first. This is how it carefully overlaps from the edge."

"I'll try."

Lutz prepared the other one by pinching it in the digits and began to peel the paper. It is small in the postcard size, so if you move it somewhat, it will be properly uniform.

Almost silently, I took turns with Lutz.

I thought I could do a few sheets of paper, so I prepared the white skin, but the bill seemed to be a complete failure, and eventually 10 sheets of paper fell apart.

Well, for a lot of it, okay?

"Less this time, but more or less, I lay a day's worth of paper on the paper floor and cut the water naturally for a whole day or so"

"What are we gonna do after that?

"Slowly apply pressure with heavy stones and squeeze more water. Because you just have to leave the heavy stone in place for the whole day. If you do, you'll completely lose the toro."

"Heh... You know very well. Have you done this before?

Wow, Lutz's eyes hurt.

You totally found out about this, didn't you? I mean, I blew myself up, didn't I?

I'm an idiot.

But Lutz didn't just narrow his eyes and stare at me or think about anything and say something decisive.

I don't want to blow myself up any more, so I'll make paper pale so I don't slap you in the mouth for nothing either.

Misleading would already be a failure, and reopening it and smashing it is too risky.

When I get the paper, I'm sure they'll say something, I predict, but I don't know how far Lutz realizes and what he's going to say.

I've thought about how to deal with it before, and it's basically fine.

I don't like to hurt, and I don't like to be scared. If that's how it's going to unfold, you can release the heat in the back of your body and just get swallowed up and disappear.

I don't think it's going to take that long before the heat spreads and swallows up because I feel the power of heat in my body is getting stronger these days.

But the trouble is, unlike that time, I have an intense remnant of my heart.

There's no element that's going to fail because I'm just going to dry it after, and because I can paper it, I want to make a book before it disappears.

Can't you manage to buy me some time until I can make a book?

I want to buy some time. In the meantime, I want to make a reprieve somehow, until I make a book. With that in mind, the work continues, squeaking.

The next day, with little conversation, I walked to the woods and put my black skin on the river or collected it.

I stopped by the warehouse on my way home and put the heavy stones on, but there's not so much to do, so I can't help but be concerned about Lutz's trend.

I can see from my gaze that Lutz is also asking how I am.

"Hey......"

"What? What's wrong?

My body trembles in dismay at Lutz's call. Calm down, like nothing happened, but you can't act the way you think.

Frightened, waiting for Lutz's words, Lutz scratched his blonde hair abusively with Gashigashi, then opened his mouth and closed it again.

"... nothing"

"Oh, yeah?

Although I know very well that there is nothing I can do about it because I am a stranded species, it is also honestly uncomfortable for me to continue in this condition.

The next day, this time, I didn't forget to take the plate and peel off the outer skin of the black skin.

Unlike the skin of a trombe, it is very hard to peel. Fiber runs out. This doesn't mean I'm clumsy, Rutz feels the same way.

I had a good response with the trombe fiber, but can I really paper with this material?

"... it's difficult because the materials are different"

"Oh, yeah."

The worn fiber seems to be our relationship now, and we can't hide our sighs.

"Now if you dry the white skin, you can save it for a while."

"Mm-hmm. Hey..."

"What?"

"... no, not now. I'll tell you when the paper's ready."

That's all I said and said to Lutz, I also decided to nod small and decide to be ready.

Lutz is aware that I am not Mine and is about to rebuff. Because from that suicide bombing, Lutz stopped calling me "Mine".

When the paper is ready, how the hell will it be stuffed? What a curse.

Thanks to my imagination being too successful, Rutz's bad gossip in my imagination is becoming more and more relentless. My imagination chooses my heart, and I can drool.

Whatever it is, I can't believe I'm saying this far, Lutz! I'll cry even if I'm paranoid! I'm gonna cry!

The next day, work at the warehouse. First, the white skins I made the day before are caught in a cage between me and Lutz and let them out.

Next, carefully peel off one piece of paper from the paper floor after pressing it and attach it to the board.

"I really politely purge the air with brushes, but you forgot to order this too. Failure, failure. It's a postcard size, so be careful and you'll figure it out."

"... you've forgotten too much."

As far as I'm concerned, although I've been stunned by Lutz, I haven't been frightened to this extent by the fact that he's been scolding me lately by imaginary Lutz. Gently flaunt your shoulders and flush.

"Don't forget to get Lutz ready by the next time you make it.... than that, if you dry this in heaven, it's done. Exposure to the sun increases whiteness."

Lutz holds the board outside and sets it against the wall where it hits the sun. Later, when Lutz washed the paper floor with a well, it dried alongside the plate on which the paper was stretched.

Under a well sunny blue sky, the sight of white paper lining up and sticking on is a beautiful contrast, and just thinking about whether this would be a book leaks a satisfying breath.

"Huh, paper. It's a piece of paper.... Really."

"Hey......"

"I'll be dry by evening. You can carefully peel it off so that it won't tear when it's dry."

Rutz put his frustration on his face whether he felt my mood for making paper ready and postponing even a little time to face Rutz.

"It's the same as it was already done, right?

"... well, yes..."

"Me, when you got the paper, you said you wanted to talk, didn't you?

Looks like the time has finally come for a pickpocket.

Lutz's green eyes shine a strong light so as to expose his anger.

I chewed my lips off grossly, so that I could stand, no matter what I was told, and I put my strength into my body to face Lutz.