Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

Helen is doing prep exercises by turning her shoulders with glue or twisting her hips with a spear pattern against her hips.

In the meantime, I set up a proper one out of the Marutai (formerly the carriage that carried the hunting prey) that I rolled into the garden. Simple.

If you noticed, everyone was out there, and there was also a bunch of Krulls and Lucy who noticed that.

"Okay."

Is it accustomed to attracting the crowd, Helen putting up a spear, apparently ready without any intention? For now, it's a form of pointing the tip at the tip. He had a tight look and felt the temperature of the ambient air drop.

"Huh!"

Helen poked her target with a spear at the same speed. The operation is over faster than blinking. Sometimes it makes little noise when it hits the target or it makes the speed of operation look fast.

The ear of the spear is thoroughly stabbed.

"What do you say?

"Um, things are fine, but I still feel sick!

Helen said that with a laugh.

"You're barely responding. Now it feels like a normal spear with a slight stab in the tip, but as you can see, it's a deep stab."

"I see."

"I guess it's okay if you get used to it."

You mean until you get used to it, you might be confused about the difference in response and not be able to handle it well? There's room for improvement around here in the future.

Reopening it to "fit the weapon" like an artisan would also be a means, but this time it would be ideal to produce something that is originally tailored to the individual, without discomfort to the person's senses, but with a significant improvement in performance.

"Well, next time you're slaughtered."

"Ooh."

Helen, who pulled out the spear softly, put up a spear to shake it this time. It's dangerous, so we keep our distance. Krull and Lucy seemed to have guessed somehow that they were as far away from each other as we were.

"Shit!

Bun, and when I thought I heard the wind cut, it was swinging through. I don't know what you're talking about... leave it alone, I'm sure it's super fast. The two names of Thunder are not Dada.

Then, slowly, the round thickness slips diagonally. That's where they cut it off.

Thermia and Lique applaud "ooh". Lucy also seemed to praise Helen for "wow" whether she knew it or not.

"Is there no problem with the slashing taste?"

"Well, I'm the only one who's complaining about the slaughter."

Helen says as if she was stunned by my words. The rest of my family, and Anne, were nodding yeah. By the way, Krull and Lucy seem to be doing the same, but it's your fault, yeah.

"You'd be uncomfortable with the way I felt when I slashed you, but have you noticed anything else?

When I hear it, Helen wields the spear a little distance away. It's cool to poke and snort at virtual enemies, one action at a time.

That's how I checked the spear for a little while, then Helen said.

"Hmm. No, you don't. It's not unbalanced if it's a fast-track pattern. This guy wears a stone bump, right?

"Right. I intend to."

"Well, I think we're good with this"

I mean, there's just a little balance in front now, and if I put a stone bump on it, does that make it the best?

For now, it means that it was not a problem as a performance test for Ho. Don't be horrified to hear that from professionals, even though you almost certainly know it's okay.

"Then why don't we finish three more bottles of him? Everyone can take a break."

That's what I say. I'm going back to the blacksmith. The voices of everyone shaking with Krull and Lucy came after them.