Ascendance of a Bookworm

The appearance of Vilma in the workshop, who did not try to get out of the women's wing of the orphanage, causes a deliberate twirl.

"Wow! It's Vilma!

"Here comes Vilma!

Kids cheer up and flock to Vilma and start explaining to themselves what they are doing and what they can do.

There is absolutely no gap for gray clerics to approach in the children's barrier. And there's no turn for me, either, determined to protect Vilma.

"… so shall we print"

I went to Rutz, sluggishly dropping my shoulders, no longer needing to protect Vilma. Vilma follows me with her child barrier strapped.

"Lutz, will you print the door and the back first? I want to see if this roller equalizes the ink."

"Okay."

Lutz puts the paper on the table for printing and lays the sheet of paper over it from above. The printing platform is generally A4 sized and the paper version is A5 sized.

In this picture book, we plan to separate the picture from the text on the top and bottom. Now there is a door on top and a back version of paper on the bottom.

"Are you sure about this?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

After checking with me, Lutz gently lowered the wooden frame with the net, then took out the ink. Paired with a little oil on a marble table, I condensed a little with Patehela. Then apply it to the roller and stretch it out, inking it all over the place.

Lutz, ready, turned his gaze to me. As I nod cocklessly, Lutz slowly rolls the roller over the net. Rolled vertically and horizontally several times, placing the roller once towards the marble.

When I gently raised the wooden frame, in ink, the paper was attached to the net, and all that remained on the table was the imprinted paper.

Letters are firmly printed on white paper. I'm not plundering, I'm not carroting.

"All right!"

"It's no problem. Put this on the dryer."

Confirming the printed doors and the depths, I gave a piece of paper to one gray cleric. The gray cleric leaves paper on the shelf. And Rutz sets up a new piece of paper and prints it at all costs. The thick paper version is not usable many times, so it will be printed all at once.

Thirty copies will be printed this time. I will dedicate the minute I bring home and the minute I place it in the temple room, the minute of Lutz, the minute of Benno, the minute of the chief cleric, and the rest in the orphanage. Sooner or later, when I open the temple classroom, I plan to make it into a textbook.

"Now we will print the body and the picture. Get ready."

Tension runs on Burma's face when he hears my instructions.

Lutz replaces the paper. I removed the door and the back cover and carefully placed the cover instead, thinking to be a text on the left and a picture on the right for easy viewing. In the middle, blanks are taken to spread in order to stitch them together at the time of bookmaking.

Vilma and Rutz, I felt the gaze of the two towards me, and I nodded slowly after seeing the two faces.

Lutz also has such a tense face that he can't beat Burma that he uses a roller to ink vertically and horizontally.

Dokundokun and heart sound at the same speed Lutz moves the roller.

Is it finished properly?

Will Vilma be finished with a satisfactory painting?

As he stares in a prayerful mood, Lutz puts the roller down and gently raises the wooden frame. I felt like I heard a gobbling and breathtaking noise not only from me, but from the people around me watching.

"... Wow!

"Wow!

The first to raise his voice were the children surrounding Vilma.

The scene where the Dark God met the Goddess of Light was brilliantly represented only by white and black. I thought it would be great stuff from the time I saw the version, but when the ink came in and the color was neat, I figured that out perfectly.

There seemed to be a vivid rise of a dark god trying to envelop the goddess with a black cloak like the night sky and a goddess of light illuminating the dark god who had spent a long and lonely time. The shadows of fine hair and the wrinkles of the costume were portrayed in a Burmese delicacy that I couldn't tell from just looking at the version with the cuts in it.

"That's very, very wonderful."

As I looked back at Burma, Burma was staring at the imprinted painting with a mellow tear.

"Vilma!?

"Also, I'm sorry. This is, uh, reassuring, me, glad..."

Interruptedly, Vilma said so, softly wiping her tears. He strokes his back as the kids grate to comfort Vilma, or "don't cry" to comfort him.

It was the diagram of Vilma and the comforting children who could not hide their tears of joy that seemed to me like religious paintings.

...... Vilma, Seriously Virgin.

The surrounding gaze naturally turns to Burma, who dyes her cheeks rosy and weeps beautifully.

Vilma shyly dyed bright red to her ears when she realized she was noticed, twirling her heels back.

"Dear Mine, I'm going to paint the next picture."

From then on, whenever the painting of Burma was completed, it was to be printed. In the meantime, the children make a piece of paper, and the grey clerics produce a sperm in ink making.

At the same time, he began drying fruits and mushrooms harvested in the woods and buying in firewood as a winter support. Because the orphanage needs a lot, so I thought it would be better to get ready early.

"Mine, we're done printing today. What are we gonna do next?

That's what Lutz said on the way home one day as the fall deepened. Finally, he's finished printing all the pages.

"The next step is to make a book! I'm definitely going to the workshop tomorrow!

"You don't have to come. Explain."

"I want to join you because just the first one is fine, and I want to see it with this eye. Because once you make sure it's going well, then you won't get in the same way you did when you printed it. Hey, Lutz. Please."

I can't let you do the work with the Blue Witch Apprentice. When I'm in the workshop, they're going to be very disturbing because the gray clerics are going to care and have difficulty moving. But I can't hold back my desire to be involved in the production of a book. Especially when it comes to new tasks.

"... only for the first time."

"Ugh. Yay!

Lutz starts walking, pulling my arms rejoicing as he circles on the spot. And as I began to walk with Lutz, my scorching face was intact, and Lutz let go of his hand, and removed the calligraphy plate from the luggage.

"Look, description.... Is it bookmaking?

"Yes, it's a bookmaking! Once the printed paper has dried properly, carefully fold it into two folds. Align the ends and fold them nicely so that it is more valley with a pair of pictures and sentences in the opening. Maybe I should work in the orphanage cafeteria because I need a table."

Lutz will write down my explanation on the bookboard. Seeing its speed, I slowly continued to explain.

"When you break it, make sure that you make the mountains by aligning them with each page. Never mix with other pages or reverse up, down, left, or right. Oh, yeah. Use the cutter to cut the door and back pages in half in the morning."

"... ok"

The next afternoon, one piece of paper I had ever printed was brought into the dining room of the orphanage where I would wait. Every table is beautifully polished to avoid staining the paper.

I breathed a sigh of admiration, ho, into a bunch of paper piled up before me to be vertically and horizontally different from one another. Glum at the smell of new paper and ink. We're going to be able to do the book.

"Then the squad leader will come and get it."

In the workshop so that it is easy to work, there seems to be a division of the squad, and this time we are going to have the page folded for each of those squads. A gray cleric is watching the apprentices as a squad leader.

Gill has advised me that I should stop putting young children under apprenticeship who don't know if they will just break properly into this task, and now the kids are making soup with Vilma.

Care shall be taken to ensure that the ends do not deviate. Pay attention to the direction of folding. Once it was all broken, the task of folding the paper began after Lutz stated precautions such as taking my check.

"Please align the ends more carefully. First hold here and here, then, this is how..."

I slowly look around each table and teach them how to fold. In this city where paper was expensive and did not exist close to you, naturally, I have never done origami. As a result, even adult gray clerics don't have very neatly aligned ends. It is like the first time a clumsy foreigner has done origami.

...... ooh. My book! The page will be diagonal!?

I return to my seat and whisper sneakingly to Lutz, holding my head to a reality I have to confront directly.

"Lutz, you can't do this if I fold it, can you?

"Now be patient and watch."

"Ugh..."

I should have let you practice origami on paper from your failures. Failure.

The pages broken in half somehow pile up as I harrowingly waited to see what the finish would be. Check it out, and things that are too bad go back as a redo. There's no way it's going to be a book like this.

Once all the pages are broken, the next step is to add doors and depths and arrange them in order on the table. If you take that in order, the pages of the book should be lined up.

This is the work I did when I was created as a student with signs of excursions. It's nothing but a rare task or anything for me. Though it's the first experience anyone else actually works for.

"Now, if you take the back page in this way, shift to the side and take one from the pile on the next page, lay it on top of each other, and stop by the side again...... and repeat. Never flip a page or take two pieces overlapping."

With that said, I take my pages quickly. Now if I can be retained with a hotchkiss, it's quick to talk, but I don't have such convenient goods here.

When I took all the paper and went back to my seat, Fran sighed with a bitter face.

"... Dear Mine"

"I want to take this home. I'm sorry I did this on my own."

Don't do the work, I found it to be a sigh to say, but I do it out of sight. This is to show everyone an example. And also to ensure that I have some of it at my disposal.

While everyone brings, I carefully re-fold the page and clench the fold firmly with my nails as I lay over it. I should have prepared hera and things. No, considering I can still re-fold it, maybe I'm glad it didn't stick with Hera.

With only 30 copies, the contents of the book were quickly aligned and stacked vertically and horizontally alternately for 10 copies at a time. Take care not to break it down and have it transported to the workshop.

"That's all for today, because we're going to need tools to do the rest of the work. Good luck, everyone."

I'm going home early today to continue my bookmaking work. I put some of the pieces I have secured myself in my bag. Lutz was asked to bring a piece of paper with watermarks to make it a cover from the workshop.

"If you want to go home and do the rest, I'll help. It's easier to see than hear."

"Thanks."

Since the glue has not been formed yet, I have few items that could be used as paste. For this reason, I would like to bind this time with the fourth spelling, which is the basis of Japanese spelling.

"I'm home!

"Welcome back, Mine. That was fast. Is that it? Is Lutz with you today?

When I got home, Thuri was already back from the woods today. I show Thuri a bunch of pages from the bag that I was bringing back to bind today.

"Touri, take a look. Look, a scripture for children! I could print it."

"Wow, this picture book over here is lovely!

Tulli rolled the pieces of paper together and raised his bounced voice. They didn't understand the black and white picture books I made at all. Nothing good, though.

"... but you're falling apart. Isn't this hard to read?

"We're going to make a book.... Can you help Thuri too? So, it would help if you came to the workshop and told me. I can't work there."

Toori tilted her neck slightly as she took the paper to be the cover from the bag and asked Touri as she placed it on the table.

"But can I?

"I sew with needles and threads, so maybe Touri can do better than me"

"Oh well.... Then give me a book, too, because I will help. I want to learn to write too."

That's what Thuri said, a little embarrassed. Seeing how I and Lutz were writing on the calligraphy board and stone board and how Corinna was taking notes at the time of ordering, Touri also wanted to learn the letters.

That's how cheap it is. If it's for Touri, it doesn't matter if I'm a tutor.

"I'm going to leave this book, one, at home, so let's read it together. I'll lend you a tablet, too. I can't sew, but I can if I teach you how to write. We're gonna teach the orphanage kids how to write during this winter, and why don't we just remember Thuri together? Because when you have a competitor, you remember fast."

And I will look for the tools that are necessary for the making of the book out of the sesame and my father's set of tools, and I will put them on the table. It's a mess, a thousand pieces, a tonkachi and a plate.

"First, make sure the ends of the paper fit perfectly. Because that's all I can fix. When you can confirm, prepare the hella and the mess, and make sure the fold is properly done.... Like this"

When I show you an example and move the object along the folded mountain, Lutz and Touri try the same on the paper at their disposal.

"Once the folds are firmly attached to everything, make sure they are aligned up, down, left, and right, and on the throat side... back cover, er, if you align them as a ton so that they are more straight to be sewn together, you'll drill a temporary spelling hole"

After I had placed them in alignment on the plate, I measured them in a tangent and marked them three small with a coal pencil.

"Lutz, I want you to drill a hole in here. 'Cause if you put a thousand pieces straight up and hit them with a tonkachi, you'll have a straight hole."

"Ooh. Right here."

When I hold the edges in alignment, Lutz strikes a thousand pieces at the mark and slaps them from the cone and from the top.

"Touri, thread through the needle, thread through the back from the surface of the hole in the middle"

"Yeah."

The yarn that I would bring is quick because Touri is accustomed to his work. A thread just threaded through the hole in the middle.

"You can go from the back to the top hole and put the needle that came out on the surface into the bottom hole. Put the needle that came out behind the hole below through the hole in the middle."

So I asked Touri to cut the thread, so that he could pinch the thread that he had given me up and down, and I tied the thread. Cut the ends of the yarn short and have Lutz tap the knot gently with a tonkaci.

"Why are you slapping me?

"If you crush the knot, the surface will finish nicely."

After beating him with a tonkaci, Lutz writes down the working order on the bookboard. In the meantime I put things on my back and small mouth and cut them off with a cutter so that the ends were aligned.

"Actually, I'm going to stretch the angle crack after this, but I don't have anything to paste, so I'm going to skip it this time and put a cover on it. The cover is a beautiful piece of paper with flowers and leaves that we've all picked out in the woods."

As the embossed little flower and small leaves are folding the scattered floating cover in half, Thuri peeks in and makes her face shine.

"Wow, cute"

"Right? Cut this in half too, put it on the front and back. So, if you put a rule on the position of this spelling and gently muscle it in a thousand pieces, you position the spelling hole as you would when you tentatively spell it, and drill the hole."

And I will measure with an object, and this time I will press a thousand pieces, and mark them, lest the cover be unclean. It's a little sad where there's no hole in my power.

Then it's my turn.

Lutz takes a tonkaci and puts a hole in it with Conn. Touri seemed to know he would thread it when the hole was drilled, and started threading it through the needle.

"Take a needle out of the back of the second hole to the surface, go all the way around your back and thread it from the back to the surface again... yes. So, leave the yarn about the length of Thuri's index finger, open the book, pull the yarn left in the center of the page once, and push it between the pages so you can't see it."

"Like this?

"Push some more in with the needle. Yeah, sounds good. When you're done processing the rest of the yarn, put the needle out the back from the surface of the third hole, go all the way around your back, and thread it through the back from the surface again."

After that, the fourth hole also takes a needle out of the back onto the surface, turns the back, and from the back onto the surface. Now turn the thread to the ground and pass the needle through the fourth hole. Then sew it to make up for where the thread is not crossed so as to return from the earth to heaven.

"It's pretty easy to try."

Thuri shrugs as she threads through the shrugs. It just goes through the holes in order, so if you don't just forget the order, it's not hard to spell them in itself. All you have to do is spell it carefully so it doesn't loosen up.

"Now, if you turn the yarn to heaven, the next thing you know, put the back cover on top, and it's the end of the last yarn. This is how it ends from here through the needle."

"Oh, I could really tie it"

Touri leaks a small and surprising voice that a knot was formed when he passed the needle as I instructed him to.

"This yarn pulls hard, and after you tie it well, you put the needle through the second hole and you drop the knot into the hole. Because this way it won't be easy to solve."

"Oh, wow!

As Lutz looks out, Touri pulls the thread and tries to drop the knot into the hole. Push the hard to fall knot in a little with the needle and pull gently again.

"Now, if you cut the thread... of the book, make it up"

The completion was visible and something hot came up in my chest. He seems to be able to tighten his whole body, causing a sore back of his throat.

"Mine, cut it."

That's what Lutz gave me if I cut the thread. It pins the thread between the book and the needle as Touri nods small. With trembling hands I take the thread-cutting beard, and strike it with pins and tense threads. I just put a little effort into it and the thread cut off pussy.

At the same time, it also destroys the tear glands. Hot tears, which could not even be fastened, propagated one cheek after another and fell.

"I could... It's done, Lutz."

It wasn't a clay plate, it wasn't a wooden brief, it wasn't like bundling a notebook, it wasn't a black and white picture book with no writing on it, and a book was completed that I could clearly say this was a book.

"... it was a long time"

About two years after my consciousness came to this world and decided to make a book. Finally, the book is ready. It's like a dream.

Lutz, who has always made it with me, also has the best grin full of accomplishments, moisturizing his eyes.

"You did it, Mine"

I hugged Lutz, who spread my arms, and nodded again and again. I couldn't do anything alone. Lutz made it with me, so it's done.

"Thanks to Lutz and Touri. Thanks. Glad to hear it. I'm so happy. I've got a book. I've always wanted, my, books"

I stare at the book still, not wanting to tarnish the book I have just been able to do and not being able to touch it with my wet hands with tears. It's a thin Japanese picture book, but given the journey to creating this, I can't stop crying.

I have no strength, no arm strength, no money, no paper, no ink, no tools. The challenge that began with the exhaustion finally came true.

Lutz laughs challengingly at me immersed in the happiness the book has created.

"But there's only one book yet. You're gonna make more, aren't you? Whether you read it, read it, or never finish it, you make a book full of it. Hey, Mine?

Lutz's jade eyes are already looking to his next goal. I must also continue one challenge after another in order to achieve my ambitions.

I also laughed nicely and nodded loudly, wiping my tears.

"Yes, I make so many libraries that I need them. Promise, that's why."