"All right, now if you brush it tomorrow and grind the blade, you're done.
"Eizo.
Nilda called out when I was softly surrendering.
"What did you carve there?
Nilda points to the stem "The Basket".
"This. This one's an engraving to show that it's a product of our workshop, and this one's to show that I made it - that's my name.
"You're the one with the tattoo over here.
"Oh."
The name was cut with “Japanese kanji”. It's also subtly different from the northern characters in this world (and the installation told me), so you wouldn't know unless someone knew Kanji in the same situation as me.
"Our secret letters, don't mean.
I tell him I can't teach him what it means in the dark. Nilda will also know that secrets are synonymous with life for craftsmen. Something's sparkling in my eyes, but you know that, right?
Lique and other faces are impressed by saying "ho ho" and so on. One of these days I may have to think about what happens if I write my name in kanji. Regardless of Like and Liddy, Deanna and Thermia are hard to see only a future that will be a sparkling name.
"Isn't this in his?
I hear it with my sparkling eyes. You mean Helen.
"Yeah, I don't have a custom to put it in my sword, so whatever the engraving is, you didn't put the name on it. This time it's a northern knife, so I just let it in.
"Right...... Right or right. Mm-hmm. Good. Good."
Nilda's tension rises. Helen's doesn't have it. I'm glad to hear it. I think he sees it as a rival. I'd smile if this wasn't a weapon.
What Thermia, Deanna and Liddy were picking up today are some smoggy fruits and some herbs. Apparently the herbs will be planted again tomorrow.
In disrespect of that herb, I decided to try to make something like a pork vanilla grill. I've got quite a few herbs, too.
The pig somehow tastes like a wild pig, but I think the intensity of the habit is suppressed and light. It seems to be popular with everyone, and do you do this sometimes?
Smoky fruit was also quite delicious, although it had a slight habit. If you can get a lot of sugar, it would be delicious to soak it with spirits, but sugar is expensive.
The next morning, after I finished preparing my morning meal, I saw how the little pot was. There is a liquid inside that bubbles out the shwashwa. Wouldn't this have worked out pretty well? Do you want to continue planting today?
Its liquid - the yeast of the apples knead together with the cultured yeast liquid, flour and water. Let's leave it to the good work of the yeasts later.
I pray in the morning and polish my shapely self yesterday. I hear the Liques are going to make swords today. In a hurry, and beside making loud noises, I quietly began my grinding work.
The task of sharpening is originally that of an expert known as a sharpener, and if done properly, it usually takes around two weeks, sometimes more than six months, but in my case I have cheats, and not all tools, to a level that I don't have any trouble with in action.
If you tell a lot of mess, the work you do does not in itself change dramatically from other blades. Starting with the rough grinding wheel, the grinding wheel eyes are erased with the fine grinding wheel.
It is the original grinding task to make boiling noodles, blade sentences, etc. look beautiful at that time, but I won't do that much this time, and it will be the truth that I can't do it.
Using water mixed with ash, slowly grind your torso. Shorter, but hard enough to grind a long enough filling beautifully. But thanks to the cheats, something is going on.
Because I make it as a knife, I want to make it as beautiful as possible even if I can't do it. With that in mind, he brushes his body up and trims the blade.
Eventually the whole thing was grinded up white, so I went to the tunnel to wipe it with a mixture of iron powder and oil when I forged it to make it look black on the side of the ground, or to rub it with iron bars and polish it up.
The work went quite fractured, and I used cheats together, so I should have been able to do it quite quickly, but the sun is already falling today. But now I saw completion as a fighter.
"Okay, we're done.
"Oh, finally.
"After this, we also need a sheath or something, but the sheath itself is now complete.
The contrast between the blackness of the clay and the whiteness of the blade is beautiful. If it was watered by the light of the falling sun, I could understand the blade text properly, and I finished with the wind that I said knife.
"I'd like to deal with it quickly.
"Well, that's tomorrow again.
I started cleaning up the workshop so I could get ready for dinner while I mopped Nilda.