From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Heave!

Pumpkins ask for food in their arms.

“Wait.”

You fed the pumpkin a piece of meat you had in mind and came out of the barracks.

'Of course.'

I noticed it moderately and walked aloud.

It was only a matter of time before we reached the place where the hide had been buried.

Soldiers can barely see the outskirts of the troops.

You measure the location appropriately and start digging with the dagger.

‘Where should I get a shovel? ’

I dig the ground when I touch it, but it's still just a crude tool.

Every tool has its uses.

Tsk.

As he lowers the whimpering pumpkin to the ground, he runs around enjoying his freedom.

That was very gentle.

I think the wolves are better than me.

The three-day old pumpkin ran like it was three months old.

The pumpkin draws near while the dagger carves into the ground and digs deep.

I am 3 days old and born curious about everything.

Knock, knock.

The pumpkin crashes through the floor with the dagger, pulling it in while the pumpkin snaps in and snaps off the ground.

“Pumpkin, go away. You're hurt.”

Bam, bam!

Knock, knock.

Bam, bam!

Knock, knock.

· · · Fun?

You're excited, aren't you?

I grossly care and gesture at the pumpkin.

“Go away. ”

The pumpkin takes a step back and rolls his eyes at me.

Is that what you're looking at?

"Hey, I've got to get back."

Will you stop interrupting me?

A pumpkin swirling around me looks at the gap again and runs.

Knock, knock!

“I'm not trying to play. My brother has to dig up this land right now. ”

If I'd known this was gonna happen, I would've brought Digo.

The attitude of the pumpkin remains unchanged in my words.

Well, it better make sense.

What am I supposed to do with you now?

“Come out.”

The pumpkin doesn't move when I try to cut the ground with the dagger.

"I'm busy, bro."

As soon as he spits out two words, Pumpkin lightly dips his right front foot down twice.

Knock, knock.

It's the same kind of joke.

Su-woo!

Five claws grow shy on the pumpkin's right forefoot.

“Oh.”

Surprised to see it, the pumpkin slaps his fingernails to the ground.

Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!

A soft claw cuts through the dirt where I was digging.

I thought digging was Digo's best bet, but no.

I was wrong.

I dig a few times, and then I quickly dig up where the hide is.

A four-legged animal. It was the forefoot optimized for digging.

A pile of dirt is piled up between the squash's jaws.

“Why do you grow those · · · nails? ”

I was embarrassed and asked.

Are you a cat?

You're a wolf. You're a wolf.

Why are you hiding your claws when you can see them?

The pumpkin's claws snap back into place, leaving only a fairly muddy forefoot.

He comes back to my leg and rubs his head.

I'm asking you to hold me and put me back in your arms.

“I just pulled my claws out of my arms, and I can't do that. ”

Yeah, I know where you were born.

You'd have to dig the ground for three days after you were born.

I soon fall asleep with my pumpkin in my arms.

I can see the dirt stained hide in the pit he dug.

I pulled all the pelts out of there.

Anyway, the pumpkin got the job done quickly.

I'll leave the shoveling to the pumpkins.

Leather was heavily tied up and carried on my back.

Scream!

I almost fell.

The weight is filthy. You are well balanced.

Before I became a mercenary again, I used to do good things in the city as a worker.

Porters are needed everywhere.

Carrying luggage is easy when you have a trick.

If I have a trick, I can gain several times my weight.

And even though the hide is heavy right now, it doesn't weigh enough to kill a person like a sack of rained clothes.

With a load on your back, your head snaps downwards naturally.

Every time I saw a yellow flower on the way, I picked a handful.

I not only opened the flowers, but also the stem leaves.

You return to the barracks and throw your luggage on the floor.

“Whoa.”

I sweated a lot.

“· · · Where have you been? ”

"Here and there."

Lind asked me when I saw that day.

In the meantime, they are somewhat prepared.

I noticed the face of my freckles.

The cheeks run red and the eyes sparkle.

At one point, when Lind read the book, her face looked like that.

"You like to make things, don't you?"

“You having fun?”

Let me ask you something.

“Oh? Yeah. It's been a while."

He smiles and says. But wash up. I caught my eye.

"Well, that's fine. Handy too."

I cut a huge piece of wood into pieces.

I took the shape of a pentagon and hung the handle behind me.

I tapped the shield with my bare hands.

Honestly, it's not that strong.

If you give it to a passing third party mercenary, it's just the right quality to curse.

I only shaped the material when it was in the first place.

It's not a greasy tree, it's a raw tree, so it will be easily broken apart.

If an enemy aims for a shield and throws out a spear, it will break.

Digo looks into it and says,

“Isn't the shield too poor? ”

Anyone could tell it was a shield. And he's got the clumsiest robbery.

“We have to make amends.”

I keep the white wolf hide of the hide hidden away in my luggage.

I brought some Wild Dog Hide.

I took out a well-bred dagger that sat on its stool.

The user picks up a hide and pushes it straight through the blade.

Wood Duck!

The remaining flesh and hard oil are peeled away in one fell swoop.

“Oh.”

Whatever it was, it seemed plausible, and the snot burst into awe.

It's actually a great thing.

What I'm going to do now is I'm going to do a basic tanning job.

It's the process of removing the remaining flesh and grease from the leather.

Doing this with one dagger at a time requires tremendous skill.

“If you have any daggers left, give them to the axe. The axe needs to be sharpened and given to me. ”

This is all well and good, but it goes bad fast.

So I knitted the leather a few times and repeated the work of changing the knife.

Digo naturally grabs and pulls the other side of the leather, and the trimmed leather is grouped together and classified.

It won't take long.

By the time the three Daggers are too messy to use, all the hides are finished.

I clung to the yellow flowers, stalks and leaves I picked on my way.

Mix a few White Herb Leaves in there and you'll get some slippery juice.

Put that crumbled yellow blob of goo on your hide.

“Give it to me. ”

Lind helped me out.

I'm good at hand and quick to finish because Lind helps me.

Yellow flowers are oily flowers called yellow oils.

Mix it with the White Herb and you become a euphemism.

Emulsifiers are essential for softening the leather and making sure it is not easily damaged by water and sunlight.

It was also used as a preservative to prevent corruption.

“You're tanning, right? ”

Digo asked me where I've seen it.

“That's right."

“Can I rush this? ”

“It'll be worth it a few times. ”

Processing leather properly requires time and care.

Over time, this leather may become moldy or become rigid when exposed to sunlight.

‘It doesn't matter.’

The time to use this weapon right now is when the sun does not rise.

I'm going to use it for a short time and throw it away.

I put enough on and dried the leather on the floor.

“Open the tent door. ”

“It's cold.”

My nose creaks.

I can still hear you.

The cold wind blows inward.

“It's been a crazy day. ”

Then Lind spit out a word.

Usually, most things you spend all day without doing anything.

Another barracks soldier would have had another day like that today.

It's just one day. The day I was born.

‘You can't do that. ’

No day is not precious.

You dry the hide appropriately, retrieve it again, and then cover it with a shield.

“freckles.”

“Fix it?”

He is quick to see and understands well.

No, I usually feel discouraged and confident now that I have my own organs.

“Do it.”

You measure the location of the hide with your eyes and cut the remaining piece of wood with a dagger.

You remove the hide and set the tip of the dagger to dug five grooves into the shield face.

Then you cover the leather up and press down on the wooden peg you made.

You want to push with your strength? Not a chance.

“I don't have a hammer. ”

“Huff!”

An axe appeared on his freckles.

He swings his axe from the palm of his hand, hammering the nail back into place.

No one can stop it. It's a one-time move.

Boom!

The Pokémon presses the hide and nails it as it is.

"· · Aww, surprised."

As the freckles turn back, the axe nods.

That's what I'm talking about.

So, three shields were made.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

I gave it to Digo, freckles, and other soldiers.

“Heavy?”

Digo flashes and hears, but it's too much for the other soldiers.

The freckles and other scouts lift it with one hand.

It wasn't a well-groomed tree in the first place, and I couldn't lose weight by making the leather freeze.

‘Cause all you need is a shield. ’

“Put your hands up. ”

Then the center of gravity seems to fit well.

It doesn't look that hard to carry and run.

You let them hold only your shield.

Digo is a shield in one hand and a spear in the other.

In the other hand, I grabbed the supply spear.

After standing straight in front of you, it's now more plausible.

“Are we going to war? ”

“We're at war. ”

I got Lynd's word.

You're right, Lind frowns about something strange.

“We don't even have a battle right now. ”

“We're soldiers on the battlefield. Prepare for battle at any time. ”

The words on the board, but not one by one.

Lynd is also a nodding story.

I'll feed you a spear the next time I see that mounted man.

His snout gladly raises his spear forward.

I bet you do.

The moment we meet, you will be the manure of the earth.

“When you meet the cavalry, you run. Don't you have an idea? ”

Lind said to the snorer,

“That's what I'm saying. ”

His nose was harder than mine.

Hey, I'm the captain, and he's just a partner.

“Right, boss? ”

“Shut up.”

He looks at me and asks, and Lind cuts him in the middle.

I saw a relationship between the two roughly.

Lynd is not the type to leave a weak, young man alone.

He has a very strong history of taking care of his brother.

Digo and the axe, they got nothing to say about it.

I am the commander of the Titans, and the poles and freckles are silent.

Not even the rest of the soldiers.

He has a lot of horses and a lot of riding.

So he must have been trampled in Lynd's eyes.

Even the youngest and smallest in stature would have contributed.

‘You must have argued. ’

I always carry a large canyon and a few things in my arms.

In order to get used to it, I've also used it a few times.

There are only five paralysis left.

Barrels.

I punched the shield I made with my fist.

Digo, who had it, didn't shake at all.

I hit him suddenly, but he's not surprised.

Thanks to that, I gathered everyone's attention.

“You've never trained with a spear swing and a shield, have you? ”

Of course I do.

There is no time for private tactical training or martial arts in the 7th infantry.

“Start today. ”

Let me tell you, everyone got up on Juju Island.

The atmosphere is different from before.

Of course.

You've eaten the meat and stockpiled your strength, and raised your shield and spear before.

The pole is captivated by a long spear and keeps on touching it.

freckles stroke their shields.

It's good.

I can see your enthusiasm.

“Get out.”

Everyone gathers outside the barracks, swinging their spears and shielding them.

I just said what I needed to say.

I fight, but I can't see.

“The pole. The spear is long. I think the enemy is far away. ”

"Focus on stopping the shield. Place it directly in the center of your body and curl into it."

A very basic one.

After teaching it, everyone's eyes sparkle.

I don't have to tell you.

That what you're doing right now is going to help you save your life.

Speechless.

“What are they doing? ”

“I don't know.”

“Aren't you training? ”

The soldiers around you start to gather.

I'm asking you to watch. The more I gathered, the better.

Of course, an ordinary soldier was not the target.

By the time the sweat was all over my body, I began to see the faces I wanted.