Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

After completing your shopping, you head outside the city walls at your feet to the inmates.

Hermes and Miss Raina are together. Madame Liin, who is in charge of the Military Sons Association, has given her permission.

In the case of the werewolf, the wind towards the prisoner has changed since he was evaluated for running dangerously to the ranch.

The sin you committed is a sin, and you don't have to reject it excessively because you are working hard now.

This kind of atmosphere makes it easy for people to say hello.

"Oh, it's Ash."

Bergo, who was washing in the river, stood up with a bubble coming out of his hand.

Strong prisoners now like to be among the best in the city. After I got soap and was able to cook as much as I wanted, he woke up to the aesthetic of cleanliness.

Clothes are always freshly washed, even if they are old and tired.

It is rumored that even among citizens, it is invisible to prisoners. The work is as harsh as ever.

Oh, thank you very much for coming with us.

Mr. Bergo sees Hermes and Miss Reina - especially when she seems to be growing up - and gives him a polite thank you.

I mean, have you ever shown me that kind of courtesy?

"Mr. Bergo is quite a gentleman today."

"Well, that's because Ash brings in customers."

Mr Bergo laughs with his nose because he doesn't want to be polite to you.

It's a little regrettable to see a cat who was supposed to be kind of cute make other people more fond.

Well, because he's a strong old man, it's about nine decimal places.

"So? What do you want from us?

"Yeah, I was hoping you could help me with the woodworking."

"Are you gonna do something weird again?

Bergo laughs and calls one of the prisoners, Am.

Am is a former carpenter.

It is good that the four men who were born in the house of the craftsman studied under his father with other brothers, but the workshop was succeeded by the eldest son, and the apprentices who helped him were filled with brothers and other apprentices - in other words, they fell asleep.

I had no choice but to leave the house and go around villages and cities looking for work, but it didn't bear fruit. At last, I can't stand hunger, I work stealing, and I still am.

The man told me while taking care of my bow.

There are many prisoners, three or four men of these craftsmen's families. Thanks to my childhood, which is not difficult to eat, I can't step on anything to eat, and it seems easy to get caught for petty crime.

Those who have stepped down are said to become felons who are immediately subject to the death penalty.

In other words, these people are a skilled group that can easily help me if I ask!

The woodworker nods happily when he tells the approaching Am that he wants his woodworker to wave his arm.

"If my arm helps, say anything."

It seems that Am likes woodworking because he was cut off from the road due to a house problem.

The same is true of other people, and it seems that there are many craftsmen who are involved in cooking and originally have such a strong attachment.

Quickly, show Am the book he brought from the temple and ask him to create a wooden skeleton.

"Haha, this is flying? Hah, really? Hah, that's a big deal."

I'm impressed, Mr. Am.

"These propellers and wings are difficult to shape. It's just a little bit different, and it really changes whether you can fly or not. If possible, I'd like you to make some different kinds of things one by one."

"Ah, I see... this is an interesting job. It looks simple, but it's beautiful."

Hermes nods enthusiastically as Am looks at the illustrations of the plane.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. It's not flashy, but it's an unforgettable shape."

"You're right. Besides, he's flying, right? I don't suppose there's a job like this for me or my parents."

"That's right. We're the only ones looking all over the kingdom for this!

"Haha, that's right! All right, let's do it!

Middle-aged Am is blinking with Hermes.

That's not a middle-aged old man and boy anymore, it's a dream boy's eye.

Miss Reina laughs bitterly at the two people who started talking about how to make it. Her eyes are women's rather than girls'.

"I'm so worried that I'm watching... are you okay?"

"Well, a man is a young man, no matter how old."

"That kind of thing?

In my words, Miss Reina answered the question and accepted without waiting for a reply.

"Maybe that's what it is."

"How did you convince me to look at me?"

I think I'm a very calm gentleman, as far as I can remember.

Miss Reina coughs up more than that and blows away my query.

"I don't think I'm very helpful, but I wonder if it's okay."

"This is where I want you to help me."

To Miss Raina, who seems anxious, I take out the calibrator and the ruler.

In this world, craftsmen also make things with the senses and intuitions that they polish with experience, so it is a rare item that few researchers use.

The calibrator is not as distributed as it was made with the help of the prisoners themselves.

"I want you to drop the actual prototype plane on the blueprint, measure the curve of the wings and the curve of the propeller, and record as much detail as possible."

This kind of thing is best suited to Lady Reina, who is strong in numbers.

I think Hermes was also highly capable of science, but there is a strong tendency to practice by repeating experiments to deepen knowledge. Otherwise, they wouldn't cut out the plane model from the book's paintings.

Meanwhile, Miss Reina is a researcher who derives inferences and theories from paper numbers. I am more able to understand what the books mean because I am considering taking over my mother's job.

"It seems difficult inside. Are you okay?"

"It's okay. I'm not trying to make authentic books like the ones I hold in a temple. I would like you to make a note to continue your research on what you tried and what the results were like. For the first time, try to practice."

When I hand over the writing kit, Miss Reina smiles at her trustworthy sister, whom men admire.

I see. I mean, if the boys get too busy and mess up the room, I can help them clean up. "

"That expression really suits Reina."

Thank you, and Miss Reina laughs.

"I'm not sure I can clean up Ash, and I'll leave that to Micah...."

A playful smile slipped from me to Hermes.

"I think I can handle it. Let me do it."

"Yes, please. I will also help the producer, but if you are not sure how to write, please let me know."

"That would be helpful. Especially since you don't know what to do in the first place, please."

To get to work, Miss Reina starts checking her writing equipment.

For a while, she looked at the calibrator and the ruler with a serious expression, but then she noticed something and turned to me.

"I just realized that I also want to see a flying machine."

The garden I always looked at had flowers that I had never seen before. I was Miss Raina with that look on her face.