Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

"With that said, what's your name?

"Thermia"

Does this child say Thermia?

"That's a good name."

……

"What's up?

"He's cute and I don't really like him. I would have preferred a stronger name.

"... Gonzalez or something?

"Buh."

Thermia blowing out. The next moment she's flipping to bed and laughing off.

"Hahahahahaha! What the hell is that!! You have no taste!!! hahahaha!!!!

"Ugh. Only my parents didn't give me this taste.

I answer with a flashing face.

The lack of naming sense is the only weakness that didn't improve after living a little over forty years in the previous world.... of all the others, maybe I should have gotten a cheat here.

"Well, I don't like you. Even so, it's the name my family gave me. You look great."

"Ugh, thanks......"

The crow who cried laughed already, then no, the tiger who laughed already lit up, right?

"Well, do you want to get some water for now? Leaving the house for a little while, okay?

"Oh...... but before that"

"Hmm? What?

"I didn't hear your name."

"Oh. It's Eizou Tanya."

But Arrow English-made "Tanya Etsu". That was my name.

"That's a name like a Northerner. Do you have a family name?"

"... well"

According to the knowledge of "installation," the human race, close to the Asians of the previous world, lives in the north, not the east. So I am told that I am a Northerner.

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. There's not so many family names here, so it's rare."

"No, fine. Never mind. Looks like you know why I'm starting a blacksmith in this weird place."

"Oh. You're in trouble, too."

"Not really."

So far, though. But I won't tell you that.

"So it would help if you could just call me by my name"

"Oh, I will. Eizo."

"Thank you, Thermia"

About the size of a medium, hang the two empty watermarks on both ends of the stick. It was like a watermelon for transport, with a hole in the mouth and a rope passing through it.

"Sounds heavy..."

But if we can't do this, it will also affect our lives in the future. Thermia won't be able to help either, but if she relies on it, she'll be stuck when she can't.

I never put a stick on my shoulder.

Contrary to expectations, the two (...) me (...) were light. Like feathers, I don't go as far as that, but at best I only feel about the weight of the big polybucket in the world before. You have this light baked goods?

"No, you're not. This..."

Since the watering is light (...) is (...) strong, is my strength? Is it a judgment with this degree of muscle strength in living in this world? Or......

Let's not think about it now. It's water for now. I headed to the lake.

About half an hour back and forth, I went to the lake and filled the two waters with water, finishing my "routine" of coming back. During that road, even though it was a watering water of considerable capacity, it never meant that it was too heavy to move.

They're still strengthening my muscles.

I've been wondering why this is ever since I realized it, but I finally figured out why when I got to work on a blacksmith after I had some samia and breakfast (bean and salted meat soup) and drove samia into my bedroom where I needed to heal my wounds.

I decided to make my first knife thinking about what to make. Big guys take time, and most importantly, you have to get your "install" knowledge and skills into your body.

Then you'd better make a lot of things out of small things, I thought.

Magically put a fire in the fire bed and wait until the fire turns on the charcoal. When the fire turns, operate the lid and raise it to a temperature that can be forged when iron is added.

Whether it was a service or something, where I leave the material, there was an iron plate about 4 cm wide and 1 cm thick, so I grab it and stick it in the fire floor.

Operate the rebuff to raise to the appropriate temperature. When the temperature is just right, take it out, beat it with a hammer and forge it. I figured it out at this time. It's too obvious, but I have strength at this time.

"I see."

With a nigga laugh, he taps the iron plate he wants to knife to create a shape. Every beating scatters a sparkle of light. It's close to the Japanese knife process, but I won't work so delicately this time. I don't feel like I can do it in the first place.

When just in shape, set aside until cool once. Lunch while you're chilling.

Take your time and have lunch, then ask Thermia if there's a city nearby. About four and a half days from here, they have a city, though not big. You could do a day trip, but don't totally get to work all day......

If I throw Thermia in the bedroom again, it goes on. Even so, the process is almost closer to the last one. The fire on the fire floor is not completely extinguished, but the temperature is dropping, so add charcoal and raise it again. Don't even need to secure charcoal.

Japanese knife, in this process, I do it at night in order to identify the temperature based on the color of the flame, but in my case, I found out whether the effect of having the blacksmith maximized or the temperature even in situations where the sun is still high.

Once the temperature "under the knife" has been raised to the appropriate temperature, place it in water and cool suddenly. It's "baked." I don't make the part where I can't add baking this time, so I didn't paint the soil.

Grinding the burned knife with a grinding wheel, the "knife", the first production of this workshop, was completed.

I'm not making a "hilt" because I'm not looking to be particularly practical. The "handle" is also a plate-shaped iron bump, but when it is time to use it, you should wrap it around something.

Now, anyway, it's important that this guy is done.

In the meantime, we need to try the sharpness. It doesn't make sense to say that you're not aiming for pragmatism, but you can't slash it at all. I put a bunch of straw on the firewood before I broke it and shook the knife down.

A bunch of spa straw broke.

... every firewood substituted for a unit. What the hell is going on with this...