Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Afterwards, the Hiryu type flake was wet with water for about two more times.

It was a hassle to go to King's Landing from the second time on the boulder, so I just listened to the report.

"I don't understand why this happened...."

Hermes leans his neck so hard that I made my inference as someone who knows some history. [M]

"Perhaps, there is a lack of fundamental awareness of the idea of scientific methods."

"A scientific approach?

Though there are many ways of thinking, I put forward.

"Someone threw the ball."

Hmm?

The ball flew a hundred meters.

"Yeah."

"Well, whoever throws the ball will fly a hundred meters, right?

"No, no, no, that won't happen. The direction of the wind, the intensity of throwing... will be quite variable. In other words, the ball itself is not said to be the same, is it?

Oh, I didn't realize the boulder was Hermes. That sounds reasonable.

"Yeah, that's right. The phenomenon that the thrown ball flew a hundred meters involves a variety of factors. The muscle strength of the person who threw it, the way it was thrown, the air resistance the ball received, and even if you used the same ball, the shape and mass could change each time it was thrown."

"Yeah. If we were outdoors, it would be hard to fully reproduce the first hundred meters we threw."

"Now, what would Hermes do if he had to prove that someone could fly a ball a hundred meters?

That's right, Hermes, you don't have to worry.

"Ideally, you build a big building and first reduce the impact of the extra wind. Then throw the ball multiple times from the same position. So, how many meters did you fly per shot... if it's over 100 meters on average, or 100 meters a little ahead, depending on the wind direction, right?

"Yeah, that's the idea, right? You can objectively explain that this condition leads to this conclusion."

If you care, it's important that others can reproduce it.

It is difficult to prepare the same person for a boulder under the same conditions, but it is possible to prepare similar conditions by creating a framework such as a 20-year-old adult man, a sports professional, etc.

This is a scientific approach.

"... I guess that's a natural idea."

"Don't you think so?

However, this is also a moderately sophisticated way of thinking.

The process of proving a hypothesis through experimentation is a modern way of thinking, although it is good to make a hypothesis.

Those who did it before modern times never became common knowledge in the academic field.

As a result, hypotheses that twist and twist thoughts are disseminated as theories and become common sense.

The society where the cause of the disease was understood in four main attributes was still cute, and because the person who got sick happened to be a sinner, it was terrible because the speech that all those suffering from the disease were sinners passed.

So, maybe this scientific technique is not well understood, except in our lab.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of King's Landing must have thought so."

Flying dragons can fly in the sky.

Then imitate it and the sky can fly.

So, if you make a flying dragon flake like a flying dragon, the sky can fly.

"Excellent and cluttered theory. I've hardly seen flying dragons either, but birds and bats and how they fly are so fast and elaborate that they can't be followed by their eyes."

I think it would be more impressive if you had a slow camera.

Sometimes I want to believe some mystery in flying creatures.

"If you want to reproduce that complex movement, you need more technology than you need to make a clover."

"It's amazing because you're doing it in person. If I could fly like that, it would feel good."

Beyond Hermes' gaze, the eagle sitting in the air catching the headwind began to find the bird of prey and chase it around.

Escaping birds and chasing hawks dance in the sky with aerodynamics beyond our reach today.

"Well, it's too sudden for a boulder. We have to start by floating in the sky."

Hermes, your eyes are returning to the ground.

A large crowd of people were turning back the test "aerodrome" that had been prepared in the vicinity of the capital and beyond the test field.

The noise is such that it reaches us far away.

"Oh, that shape, I'm sure it is, right?

"Definitely, with the model!

"But it's much bigger. It's so powerful."

People are citizens, villagers, refugees.

Many people have come all the way from outside the territory.

"It's just a test flight for an experimental plane today, and I don't know about the official announcement."

Hermes speaks as if he were complaining, but he seems very happy.

The people here are gathered to witness the plane fly.

We don't have a formal invitation, but we have to mobilize guards to restrict access.

Just ten years ago, people thought it was a dream story to fly in the sky, but now people believe it will become reality.

With the audience's expectations in mind, the movements of the staff running around to prepare for the event are even more intense.

It is the latest achievement of our laboratory, the star-engineered propeller plane, that makes us the king of this airfield.

The appearance is simple enough to be worried that it is still a model.

Double leaf wings made of carefully stretched cloth on wooden bones. If you take this as a bird, you can't help but say it's a skeleton bird.

But it is a genuine, living bird with a strength comparable to fifty horses in its belly.

The heart is made of steel and cast iron, a five-cylinder engine that burns and pulsates ethanol.

Although it is small, it boasts the ability to exert 50 horsepower.

Well then, I'll go. Look closely, Ash. "

With a more pleasant look than anyone else, Hermes rushes to the plane.

He's not going to give up the engine to anyone.

Hermes, your proud engine was started by the loving hand of the creator.

When I was driving Prototype One, the engines that nearly flew to heaven each Hermes would sing in a pleasant voice today.

Each staff member will continue to voice that they are ready.

Every report was filled with hope. Every time the gathered people cheer, they will not know why.

What will happen next? What can they witness from now on?

I looked at the faces of the people involved and the people gathered and was convinced that everyone felt the same way.

"Now, let's all taste the extraordinary emotion."

The exhilaration of pride in the treasure tickles inside your chest.

The piston sound of the star engine gets faster and stronger.

The sound of rotation of the crankshaft becomes less busy, and it changes to the sound of wind cutting of the propeller.

A manual laborer pushes the plane out with a shout.

The plane's wheels, combined with manpower and mechanical force, accelerate over the laid rails.

This season, the wind flowing through this plain blew into the artificial wings to invite.

Someone told me to go.

Someone laughed that you could fly.

Both shouted at the next moment.

Fly, fly!

Of course, the wings made for it were meant to be without saying.

The wind that blows from the front, the wind that moves with your propeller, the hand of someone who pushes your wings.

They all serve as a force towards the sky.

Alternatively, the last force might not have been the only one on the spot.

The hands of all employees who register in the laboratory.

The hands of all who supported the staff immersed in the research.

A hand that protects the book that conveys the shape of its wings.

The hand that wrote the book.

A hand that tries to fulfill a dream before it becomes a book.

Countless hands, nameless hands, are pushing their wings over there now.

I'm trying to fly.

The sound of the wheel running on the rail disappears.

Wings supported by countless hands move away from the tip of their hands.

Even if you don't need any more help, if you can go with your own strength, your wings will shake off a lot of hands.

Fly through the sky.

Countless hands are waving towards the plane.

They wave their hands at what they've built, what they've piled up, and what they take and move on.

All of this, everyone is laughing at him with satisfaction.

I'm the only one who sees a mix of people in the past that I can't possibly know.

They fought to connect what was buried in the flow of time and was supposed to disappear, leaving only a few good ones.

Magnificent, noble, sublime, noisy and quiet, above all, they challenged the heart-bouncing battle.

Each one of those hands jumps into the flow of time, raises knowledge and entrusts it to the next hand, which is the illusion of the people who created this time.

Everyone, everybody, my esteemed seniors - they turned to me.

I don't know my face alone. That's why no one has a face.

But I knew them all.

One person handed me a light list of the books they had.

What book?

No, there can't be books.

There is nothing on the evidence.

They were the phantoms I saw, and they really didn't exist... but I knew him.

I knew this book.

I'm just forgetting it now.

When I was confused by memories I couldn't remember, another person handed me a book.

Hand over books one after the other.

Yeah, I know. I know everything. Everyone knows that.

I was certainly entrusted with this book. They entrusted it to me.

That's why I've been entrusted with this book, so I have to regain my knowledge of ancient civilizations...

The last man handed me the book.

I know, I know you. But I can't remember.

I'm sorry. I forgot something important.

The phantom fades.

The past disappears.

Fragments of my memory slip over blank paper.

Don't be sad.

From the past of forgetfulness, the voice reaches.

I left the book there.

The hand of the past points to my hand, which continues to receive books.

The broken light of the book was sucked into my hand.