Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

Early the next morning.

Inside the Silanui room in the large workshop...

"Come on, let's have a good day!

The Lord of the room who washed his face (Silanui) put his hands together, as if to temper him.

That's when I realize there's breakfast on my desk.

"... hunter, when are you sleeping..."

No matter how early you wake up, Syranui has never seen a hunter serve breakfast.

When she wakes up in the morning, regardless of time, a warm breakfast is always served.

How can I prepare a meal as she wakes up...

"You're a strange man..."

At this time, I stayed up late and didn't have to wonder what would happen if I waited for the hunter.

Exactly, I'd say it's the same idea as a kid waiting for Santa Claus.

Either way, Syranui decided to get her hands on the meal while it was warm, as the meal would just get cold even as she kept thinking about unanswered questions.

Mocking-mocking-mocking-mocking--

Gokun

"It's delicious as usual"

A meal for one person only, but with a satisfying look on his face, Silanui.

"... you've done a lot."

She turned to the pile of origami that was in the room, eating a delicious meal.

"Making structural materials out of paper took a lot of work inside, but it was nice to have a guide somehow."

"Yes... So, what did you do?

"Right... Paste the paper at equal intervals and spread the force in one place, making it less likely to collapse."

"Uh, truss structure. It's not paper, but it's good for skyscrapers and towers and buildings."

"Really... eh?

Gatan!

"Wah, Mr. Waltz?!

Silanui suddenly rose and blushed, realizing that Waltz had finally appeared.

(... boulders are high-ranking botches. You don't stop talking to yourself when I come, or you don't miss eating breakfast alone...)

Waltz knocked and walked into the room, but Syranui didn't seem to notice.

"Morning? Silanui"

"Good morning! Um, excuse me. You're not dressed, you're not wearing makeup..."

It's unclear why she needs makeup to see Waltz, but when she runs toward the flutter and sink...

"... you're gonna be a mouth ripper again?

... for some reason I tried to catch red from around my cheek.

"Huh?"

"... Could it be that in Syranui's hometown, everyone draws lipstick bigger than their lips?

"No. That's not true..."

With that said, Syranui tries to crack red with some pull and a nervous gesture.

I'm good at the detailed work at hand... but maybe the type that gets clumsy as soon as it comes to me.

Or...

"... Actually, do you have bad eyes or something?

Can we not deny the possibility?

Then Silanui,

"Uh... my right eye is a little... It's not that I can't see it, but I don't like to see the dark stuff... You can see at hand with your left eye, but it's a little hard when you look at yourself in the mirror or something..."

I said and affirmed, and then I patted my eyes like garbage in my right eye.

"But... how did you know I had bad eyes?

"Because it's not a blacksmith's occupational disease..."

"Uh..."

"Were you living with your grandfather? Maybe he was close to the eye (only one eye is invisible), too?

"Uh... yes. It was."

"A blacksmith keeps looking at herself with only one eye, right? I don't know what you're looking at, but if you keep looking at red fever metal in the eyes of the same person, it'll get worse."

"Is that what it is..."

Apparently, it was the first ear for Syranui.

"By the way, what's going on? Early this morning..."

Siranui asks as she regains her mind and manages to put red on her lips beautifully.

"I thought I'd talk to you for a second. What about breakfast?... Oh, I don't need a personal report or anything, do I?

Waltz said so, taking the tray with breakfast out of the cargo container.

Then Silanui gives a sudden, hasty look, either because he couldn't understand the words (...) movement (...) of such a waltz, or after a while of solidification.

"Huh?! Yes! Best wishes! So, but at least get dressed..."

After that, she tried to take off the pyjamas she was wearing.

... but the hand stops on the way.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

... and somehow turned his eyes towards Waltz, who was about to cry now.

"No, it's nothing, you just have to eat, so you don't have to change, okay?

Waltz holding his head to Shiranui, who began to blush and pull and tremble as he looked at himself.

Apparently, Silanui was embarrassed to be seen dressed by Waltz...

Eventually, when she gets to her former seat without makeup or dressing, she starts organizing on her desk and creates a meal space for the waltz.

And when Waltz arranged his breakfast tray across the street against Syranui's breakfast, a small breakfast party for just two began.

"So, what were you making?

In the center of the room, waltz pours the soup into your mouth as you look at 10,000 cranes overlapping as if they were mountains.

"As part of the organisation of the crane requested by Master Waltz, the crane was wrapped around it."

Shiranui replied with a confident grin as she carried the salad to her mouth.

"For the most part, you seem to have moved on.

"Yes. However, unfortunately, I have used up all the yarns (optical fiber) I received from Waltz before, so I could not put them all together..."

As Siranui said like that, at the window of her room (?) had surplus and cranes stuck in boxes like cardboard.

That alone is going to contain 5,000.

"Yes... Well, I don't have to put it all together at the top, but I think it's enough as it is now..."

Then Silanui shakes her head against such waltz words.

I thought, "No, I made it, but there's nothing left to spare."

"That's a good idea. What, I'll give you extra yarn?

"No, I'm fine. Because I've already found a way to make use of it. However, to do so, we need a few more cranes and time... But that's almost over, too."

The origami that Atlas had asked Syranui to prepare was apparently meant to make additional origami cranes.

Waltz asked after remembering that.

"By the way, you don't get it when you say tenosynovitis... Aren't your arms and fingers gonna hurt?

It was Homunculus, and Atlas, which was supposed to be made using the cells of the brave, who continued to torture the tendons of his arms until he broke his hand.

It was a little hard to think that Shiranui, the only normal girl, was safe, even though she was a clever blacksmith's grandson.

Her priors (?) If you think about it, it's not weird if you put up with the pain and keep crushing your hands...

"It's okay, right? Previous scratches are perfectly better with Katarina's medicine, and if you put this medicine on even if your hands are rough occasionally, it will heal within that day."

"Oh... you know what?"

In short, a panacea previously prescribed for Catalina (?), but it continued to support Syranui's work, I guess.

"But the drug has an expiration date, so if you use it around again and again, it could be dangerous one day, right?

"Yes, I know. That's because Mr. Catalina also told me. But I don't think it's a problem because it's going to run out before it expires. Besides, if it runs out, Catalina's going to have something new for you, so I'm going to be honest with you then, right?

"Yeah, well, if you know what I mean, there's no problem."

Apparently, the days of Atlas distress (tenosynovitis) without medication are going to last for a while...

"So, the story didn't fly, what were you going to use the extra crane for? Something tells me the truss structure is different..."

"Er... can't we talk after it's done?

To Waltz's words, Syranui asks as he ascends.

Waltz says he's a high-ranking botch, but he doesn't seem to have low female power either.

"... something, a surprise?

"Right. Could be close..."

From Syranui's cheek, he said, was overflowing with a delightful grin.

After all, I guess you're thinking of some kind of surprise.

"... well, that's good, isn't it? I feel like I'm working really hard."

"Thank you. Maybe by the time Mr. Waltz gets back from Boreas, he'll be able to do it, so stay tuned."

Thus Shiranui's origami production was set to take place in the second half of the war.

... without even knowing that this origami crane will turn into the root of chaos ahead...