Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

"A two-handed sword..."

"Yes."

Anne nodded at my words. I do imagine the power of a two-handed sword to be swung down from her height. It's horrible. I can't crack Tangbamboo, but would I normally crack one or two of my skulls as much as a watermelon crack?

I also shook my head for a moment to see if I could swing it myself, but her body is disappointed in the whole thing just because she is tall and so hard to tell. Does it feel like you've stretched the liqueur vertically?

"Are you used to handling it, are you sure?

"Right. Because the heads are no match for the brothers and sisters, and the little weapons are better for sister Harriet. I have a race and I have this body..."

I don't think Anne would ever be stupid either. Hmm? Race? I thought you were big, but if.

"Excuse me, are you a giant?

"Yeah. You probably don't know much about the kingdom. I didn't hide it in the Empire, so nobody cares, but His Majesty is human and my mother is giant."

"Ho."

I see. The giant man I saw before was a convincing size when he said three meters, but you mean the human race and the giant child wouldn't be that big?

"My sister Harriet is a Lizardman, and my sister Eleanor is a Dwarf, and my brother Leoporto is a Beast. Because His Majesty does not” separate. "

So Anne looked at me in a meaningful way. "You, too, aren't you? You want to say," I'm just trying not to discriminate, that's not what I'm saying.... Different, huh?

"Okay. Then let's make a two-handed sword."

"Thank you"

Anne bowed her head deeply as she sat down.

"So, what about your generation?

"Oh, that's if you see what you can do and pay a convincing amount"

"Eh."

Answering what Anne asked me, I'm confused. I saw that. Like said with a sigh.

"My parents, they say so."

"I see, if you want first-class artisan work, you have to be a discernible user of the price."

Anne started saying that about what she misunderstood when she heard Rike say it. So I tried to say, "You just have to get a convincing price," but that gets blocked by the hand that came from behind.

The strength of this power is Deanna. Let me get this wrong, huh? I slap that hand with a pomp and pass it on. My hand slipped away from my mouth.

"Now figure out what it feels like, right... can you shake this stick in that space over there?

"Okay."

Pass one of the wood that was being carried into the blacksmith to Anne for processing into sheaths and the like. For a sword, the patterned part is thick when done, but the length is good, and this forest tree is stuck and not too light, so there is no inconvenience in seeing how it goes.

The blacksmith's ceiling is quite high, so even Anne can swing it around.

"Ha!"

Along with Anne's temper, the wood cuts the sky by making a noise with the bun. I thought it might be a little later, but that's not true at all, and if I hit that wood now, one or two of my bones would normally break. When you say what happens when it hits your head, it's the one you can imagine.

Anne said as she breathed on her shoulder after swinging the wood as if she had someone for a while.

"Ha... ha... how was...?

"Thank you. We've decided on the general direction."

Even if it is natural for weight to take precedence because it is a two-handed sword, how do you balance it with the speed you shake? That would be the key to being a bespoke model.

"... it's raining today, so no."

"Wow, I know!

I looked at Anne and stabbed Helen with a nail that was sparkling my eyes before I got ready.