A week after I started exercising, a little smartness appeared on my face, and I also came with enough strength to run.
The magicians have also succeeded in changing the nature of fire and water. The amount of magic is steadily increasing. Unlike my parents, Kurli seemed to have a magical talent.
Get up early and run around the territory. I admire the fact that the inhabitants have been working in the morning.
In the past week the nearby inhabitants have had their faces remembered. I don't know because I've never seen my face before because I'm inert.
There was no bitterness in running out. I feel more tense and want to run faster than that.
Kurli's body still has high potential. I come back with solid results for what I did. The more I moved, the lighter my body went.
Still, I don't want to impose too much. It is forbidden not to be able to do so during the growing season.
When I finished enough, I headed to my usual library.
Actually, I was following basic nature changes, lightning. The water and fire were easy, but the thunder wasn't quite activated.
"Uncle Moran, it's not working."
"Ho ho, it's important to repeat everything. If you continue, you'll be able to do it."
The boulders were jizzy words, I felt weighed differently.
Well, it didn't work out today after all.
After dinner, I checked my body in the mirror during the bath.
Um, there's a good change in my body as well as my face. It's a good trend.
Exercise, magic every day for roughly three months, Kurli Helan my body was invisible.
My body was smartly tight and my face was still a beautiful boy.
The magicians mastered all the basic nature changes, and the amount of magic increased a little bit.
My body is light. If I jump, I'm going to fly. Stand upside down, jump a spin, whatever you want. I won't let anyone say puffy healing kurli anymore.
Let's get to Donga's old man quickly.
I took one horse and jumped on it.
Come on, run!
At the same time as the horse ran out, I danced the universe.
I was in too much shape. I didn't know horseback riding was this difficult. I was under the illusion that I could lose weight and do anything.
"Dear Kurli! Are you ok!?" The horse number flew in.
"I want you to tell me about horseback riding"
"Yes, sir"
The horse number made me stand up for the muddy.
Whatever the horseback riding is, I'm going to need the power of my legs. I have to tighten my horse's belly firmly with my legs to fall off.
The first day collapsed with the lower horse. My legs were so tired that I couldn't stand on my own properly.
"Anyone at first is like this," the horse number comforted me gently. That's a good one.
Still, well, before Kurli's potential, the horse also falls down.
It wasn't long before a week went by and I could ride horses.
I'm good at things like "I'm going to run a little".
Now I can finally get to Donga's old man.
"I'm sorry," I raised my voice at the entrance to the 'Donga Weapon Store'.
I still don't come out, so I'll let you in on your own.
"Donga!!
"What! Shut up!
Hmm? Stupid son of a lord?
"Ah yes, this is Kurli, who came three months ago"
"Ho, I lost weight. I misjudged you."
"I'm here to learn how to smelt."
"Oh, that's what I talked about. Well, come on in, if you can use it, you can kick it out."
"Regards!
Donga's uncle taught me how to work carefully behind his back for appearance and language.
Ever since I found out I could use magic, my work on the fire has turned to me.
After entering the blacksmith and continuing his chores for about a month, he was finally to be taught a blacksmith job.
"It's been a month since you've been here. I'm used to the environment, so why don't you hit the iron?"
"Please!" I answered as I wiped my dirty face with coal with a towel.
"Beating iron is not to remove iron impurities and increase purity.
Other than that, beat to balance or mix different types of iron together.
Well, whatever it is, hit the iron. What a world. Hitting and hitting and hitting is the best way to improve. "
"Ouch."
I hit the iron every day just like Donga's uncle said.
Customer service and purchasing were my business when I found out about chores, so I'm almost in a living state.
I'm properly reporting to my parents, "That kid, every day I'm worried about what's going on."
Such a life went on for a year, "You totally feel like a blacksmith too," Donga's master tattooed me.
Thin body and my hands were getting so hard on my back.
After the burn, there were countless marks, wounds, etc.
Um, a year is pretty amazing.
One day, I got a call from my master.
"Is this the sword you struck?
What the master had was the sword I struck last night.
"Yes, I do,"
The master was out of time.
"It's pure, and the balance is almost perfect and even. I probably reached this realm in my late 30s..."
My master is squeaking.
Sure, that was good work, but I can hit that level steadily these days. My master just didn't realize.
"Excellent. Kurli, I have nothing more to teach you. From here on out, we will no longer fight ourselves. Be the world of those who explore."
"What!?
"Your skills are almost as good as yours. You can't teach others from here on out. It's going to be a world that even faces itself."
"Ha, uh, are you sure you want to say you can eat at this level?
"Oh, let's put this sword in the store for a try. I'm sure they'll sell soon."
Ooh!!
Yay. Aren't you getting a job in your hand?!
"There's nothing left to teach, but keep the iron beating every day, because when you rest, your arms will be dull."
"Yes, thank you, Master!
"It's a terrible talent. What a waste to be born a lord's son."
No, no, I usually take that as lucky.
I went back to the house a long time ago and had a dedicated blacksmith built.
Kurli's back - making a fuss around the house. My parents seemed particularly pleased that the blacksmith was built more luxuriously than necessary.
From now on, it will be a life of going back and forth between the blacksmith and the library that has been away for some time.
I can strike the sword, you can try to learn the sword anyway. Yeah, let's ask my parents next time. I'm sure they'll disagree.