Half-elves Fall in Love

Grandpa Dan's blacksmith was pretty hot.

Even when it comes to blacksmiths, it's hot and the market is set, but Dwarf doesn't make that heat too bitter.

The skin is said to be naturally heat resistant.

It's a creature called Dwarf that creates a pit in a volcano that sounds mostly normal. It can be fine to hold the bottom of a boiling pan with your bare hands. I slightly doubt it will burn at what temperature.

It's like they were born to mess with metal like that, so there's that perception of exploring minerals by nose and exploration, and yet no other species is at all dwarfed by blacksmiths and metalworking.

Not many countries on the continent had all the metal industry covered by Dwarves, as industry itself would throw it round to Dwarves when it comes to mining, even in countries like Trott, where the human race is quite comfortable.

I'm super cool trying to do a blacksmith in front of a dwarf like that.

No, I'm sorry. I tried to inspire myself.

I know it's really just reckless.

"See, what do you hit? It's not like I didn't make up my mind until I went all the way up here."

"It's a rebuff of a broken weapon. Jeanne, put it down."

"Mmm."

Lower the crate Jeanne was carrying.

pattern and the joint portion of the crushed blade. And a broken blade so unbroken that I don't think it's metal.

"... I don't know what that means again. It's a weapon."

"Ko, because this is still the weapon that Chief Smythson made for me in his favor from the ingredients!

"What a human being, actually, was raised by a dwarf. I know you fell in love with Jeanne."

Why does that happen?

"Ten men long... or it was Atashi who fell in love with Andy. Hellsbore, you helped me hunt."

"Hmm. … I thought it would be a sprinkling imitation to hand over handmade artifacts to the human body to drop a woman."

Naris blushes at Grandpa Dan's whining.

"Oh, are you dropping it? Drop it! Aren't Celesta too many weird habits to propose if you give her a blade or something!!

"That's an old South Oasis custom. It's supposed to be all dark elves and orgasms, but I know it's weird... and the ear lengths are pretty old. Is it too early to treat a little girl?"

"If you don't say something bad about making an older young man or something! If I were only 113!

"... is he the same age as me? It's a fine year."

"Wow, are you the same age? I'm a little happy. Can I call you Dan?

Will you shut up?

Having a sip of Naris in good shape, Grandpa begins scrutinizing the crash-harken parts.

"The more you look, the weirder weapon you are. The quality of the steel itself is pretty good, but I think it would break like this..."

The fact that the joint is completely crushed and the material is breaking and the engraving is no longer functioning because of the interruption, so I'm suffering from an understanding of how it broke......

"Do you know what a southeast elf forest engraving technique is?"

"... oh, that stone glow"

"Hey, hold on, I'm applying it. So this is how I changed what was supposed to be a sickle of farm tools..."

"... hum. I see. What's wrong with a West (film) gimmick wepon?... you imitated half of it. If you want to axe me, if you want to axe me, if you want to axe me, if you want to axe me, if you want to axe me, if you decide to axe me, if you want to axe me, if you want to axe me, if you want to axe me, if you decide to axe me, if you want to ax me to ax me, if you want to ax me

"It was at the forefront of the demonic realm that I made it, and there was no furnace..."

"You idiot. Then don't make half of it and give it to me. Without a weapon, I couldn't let the others do it, could I? Sister Konn's got to fight with Temei's Inch weapon. Was she in shape? There's no way for a guy who can't fight without a weapon to escape. Then you know what it's like to be a warrior when you have a weapon, and that weapon was just garbage scum where you thought you could fight, idiot. This is the worst trick I've ever seen."

Grandpa Dan blames me for making excuses.

"Well, I can use everything, so I don't have much trouble just being a stick, do I?

Naris rushes into follow-up, but Grandpa Dan quickly pokes his palm at Naris and refuses.

"Shut up. That's not the problem. It's a matter of feeling like hitting a weapon. Yeah, warriors keep their lives, the key points of victory and defeat are weapons. If you can beat me up and use too much to break it, or use it badly to break it, stop blacksmithing if you can fool yourself with that excuse. Nushi's weapon cannot protect the user. It's the worst tool in the world that does nothing but harm."

…………

I can.

Using engravings creates many possibilities.

I can make a lot of new weapons.

I can make things like special Tai Ya and Brace Caliber that have never been possible before.

I was so overwhelmed by it, I was so proud of it.

Neither the Tai Arrow, which just flies forward and runs out in one go, nor the weapon on one side of an attack that doesn't think about defense, no, the Brace Caliber, which is just a fire blowing tool, is anything but outrageous on the spot.

I'm sure my weapon creation has expanded, but it never means I can make a good weapon that even a well-known swordsman would recommend with his chest stretched.

Naris was about to be sacrificed.

"... Hung, do you understand? Well, then, yes. Half a dozen people are more dangerous than one. No, no, no, no, no."

Shut up and look at me drooling over my head, my grandfather snarling his nose.

Seeing it, Naris took an angry step.

"You wouldn't put it that way..."

"Don't you care how I say it? I knew high ear lengths would stick to crap."

"It's my weapon!? Where I'm in trouble, I work hard with the thanks stuff as I fall down......!!

"Stop it, Naris."

"Smythson Ten Chiefs!

"Don't. I'm not wrong about one thing Grandpa says. I can't complain that Sharon or Tess would have killed me if you had been seriously injured because of this weapon."

"Isn't that right!?

"No matter how clever I fall, the defect is a defect!!

I yelled at him, and he turned down a little awkward.

... and somewhat I'm going down to the ground.

"Grandpa. No, Mr. Dan. … Can you give me a hand? You can't give Naris another weapon."

…………

Grandpa Dan wrapped his arms around him and snapped his nose.

"Jeanne. And ear length. You guys stay out there."

"... dude"

"Jeanne, hey, don't pull it, I can take it off. Take it off!?

"Cool sweat, honey. I'll take you to the sand bath."

"So don't pull the pants armor, it's a fastener there, so wow it comes off -!?

Jeanne takes me and Naris leaves the room.

The door closes. Just Grandpa Dan and me.

... I wonder if he'll hit me again.

"Face up."

……

"Let's start over. The furnace was used just now, so the temperature is still sufficient. Besides, I've used to tailor gimmick wepons a little. Leave the deformed parts to the eagles."

"... please"

Grandpa Dan and I will put a fragment of Crashhaken in the furnace.

While it's hot, even my grandfather sweats at the blacksmith and my head gets hazy.

I guess they think of ventilation or something by Dwarf standards. It's tight on me.

but it's normal for a blacksmith to be hot, I remember my childhood when my parents yelled at me.

If you're going to some town by the Spirit Festival, we don't have that much time. I can't complain as hot as it is.

"... without a parent like Jeanne"

Grandpa talks potuzzly as he throws the burning stone into the furnace with a scoop.

I listen.

"In this colony, it's not even that rare. It's a narrow colony to ask everyone to be top notch as a blacksmith, as a warrior, as a domestic. Being a warrior also means asking everyone for strength to fight demons."

"... To be honest, I thought it was terrible to let such a little boy fight such a monster."

"Right. But the labyrinth here is too big, and seasonal influences can still skew the flow of mind. Sometimes it's like a demon arrives in a colony. Sandworm, Hellsbore, and rock dolls are next to each other. Handrails have killed all the children, and there have been many times in centuries."

…………

"The only way to prevent that is for us all to be strong. It's my duty to be strong. We'll all be strong for that. For that matter... even if you die. It's a terrible story to fight for just in case and die on that clap, but if it's not our duty, we all make it easier. I don't know what else to do, but I have no choice."

... every time I hear these stories.

I feel blessed.

Sometimes Bonaparte's old man tricked me into living a life of peace and sunshine without even knowing the battle to defend my country. Both the stories of people living in Renfangas and the stories of people living in Karlwyn are far from harsh from my life.

"... Bye, surely Jeanne is still too young. At least five more years...... no, about ten years, I was going to teach you a lot on hand. Nushi will see. Dwarf is half the age of a man. I'm not a kid yet."

…………

"I'm not sure I have a Dwarf daughter who gives birth to a child at that age, but did Jeanne really have one?"

"Yes. Peter Smythson. He was a blacksmith. He did my father's name."

"... Hmm, that seems like a weak name. More like Vargas or Greg or something."

There is talk that Dwarf likes cloudiness, but maybe it doesn't leak and so does this grandfather.

"... but right. The son of Jeanne... Do you have a grandson?"

Grandpa has a slightly distant eye and fuels.

I tried to argue against the denigration of my name, but my head bogged over the heat and I lost it while I was thinking.

"... I'll bring you in one of these days."

"Must."

"... All right, yeah, it's the color of the feel. I'm gonna hit you. You're teaching me how to swing a hammer."

"Of course."

There are many hammers ahead of what Grandpa indicated with his chin. The grip is slightly short, but does it fit the dwarf's small physique?

of affordable weight from it… or take the lightest hammer and set your aim on the red-hot steel your grandfather offers.

"Go."

"Yes...... eh!!

Cancer!!

Cancer!!

Gun!! Gun!! Cancer!!

Beat it many times, I can beat it out. Melted and united steel is reborn again into a weapon.

"Wait, that's it! The temperature drops!

I realized my grandfather had stopped me, and I could swim my body trying to stop the hammer I was about to swing down.

And sometimes my head was boggling, and I was about to fall on the gold floor fluttering.

Even though the temperature has dropped, there is still hot steel, on a hot gold floor. I'm not just sorry I collapsed.

Nevertheless, my grandfather's hands are blocked.

"Ugh, wow...!

"You fool!!

Grandpa throws out steel and tries to get his hands on it, but the other side pinched the gold floor. Your hands are too short to support.

For a moment, I was ready.

... No.

I can't get hurt with this nonsense.

I have a lot to do.

Hit Naris with a weapon. Spend the Spirit Festival with everyone. I promised Irina and Blakecore I'd be priests, Naia's still in danger, and Lyla and Maia would regret not being around if they hurt me for not needing me.

"Ahhh!!

I only awake my head for a moment, choosing to slap the hammer on the gold floor with all my might.

My hand is paralyzed, but I squeeze the pattern, and I step on it to support it.

Gong, that sounded awesome.

"... leave me alone"

"Sorry, it's hot... my head"

"Humans are too weak....... but that's not where the lean endurance is. Half a serving."

Grandpa opens the door of the room when he reworks the steel and the pencil and places it where it is appropriate.

Buffy ventilation due to temperature difference makes breathing a little easier.

"Continued.... you've got a good master. There's no point in complaining about hipsters."

Grandpa blurted out and gripped the pencil again.

Hit me a few times, plastic surgery.

"If it gets cold, I'll put a full gimmick in it.... but that's a weird weapon. The axe and the sword will tell, but the axe and the sickle."

"It's really just a farm tool..."

"Do you want to fix it with a sword? You can do it now. There's plenty of material here to fill the gaps."

"... not until Naris asks me"

No, I didn't ask when Crash Harken first manufactured it.

"Either way, sickles have to be cavalry. It's hard for everyday use. That ear length doesn't look like a cavalry. That's a nice round."

"... well, I'm certainly not a cavalry"

Will I leave my function as a sickle for "one day" or will I remain an axe or a scythe?

It's a little subtle.

An underground colony with a slight smell is also heavenly compared to the heat of a blacksmith.

I take a deep breath and look a little, and I find Jeanne running.

"Jeanne, where's Naris?

"It's a sand bath now. I'm going to deliver the sand removal brush."

"I need to ask you something, so show me around."

"Mmm."

Keep following Jeanne.

When I took the sand bath, it was exactly where Naris crawled out of the sand.

Full of sand but naked and on all fours.

"Hey hey hey hey!? Ten Smythsons long!?

"Don't make a scene with that embarrassing look on your face."

"Wow, I'm not cheap. Go!! Turn around -!!

"Yes, sir."

Naris, who turns bright red and angry, is a little cute. I wonder if it's because I've only been around about Naris and Naia, the kids who react like that lately.

"So, Naris. I need to ask you something."

"Don't look!! Never look at me!! What is it?"

"I'm going to rebuild Crashhaken, because they're going to review the deformation function.... sickle function turned off and wondered if it was with an axe and a grave"

As an image, the larger blade slides through the pattern, making it a different weapon from the reach.

"Uh..."

Naris raises his dissatisfied voice.

"What the fuck?"

"... that would be that grandpa's suggestion"

"Yes, but"

"Sickle. Keep it up, please"

"Why?"

"Isn't that something you regret? Chief Smythson, don't you regret being left to waste?

"I regret... it actually broke because I sucked"

"Until the concept, Grandpa will leave you to fool around. Let's not lose."

"It's not about winning or losing."

Naris theorizes forcefully as he asks Jeanne to sand him down with a shakashaka and a brush.

"Because I think I'm a good enough weapon as it is. Long weapon. Sure, it's handy, but the axe has an axe, and the sickle has a way of fighting, so I don't think it's generally weak."

"Naris......"

"... and because it's my first weapon, just for myself... I don't want to think it was a total ska"

"Oh, you made me an order..."

"There isn't. That kind of money. Didn't you say that since you were an adventurer, weapons were more or less a step backwards for your people or something?"

"... Really?"

... Right, your first order?

Kind of proud in a way.

"Okay. See you later."

I accidentally tried to look back and say, just as the whole body of sand was dropped and all-nude Naris.

"Don't look - ooh!!

Naris kicked up the sand and slapped it in my face.

"... sand bath, have you come in"

"No. I was just smacked in the sand by a Yancha guy"

I was stuffy for a while without the sand in my eyes, but managed to return to the blacksmith.

"They like the sickle and axe as it was before."

"... I don't think it's easy to handle."

"He can use anything that's a melee weapon. Axe or hammer, sword or spear."

I think that's talent, too, when you think about it again.

"Ma, yeah.... as if it were an axe. This is how the gimmick that breaks...... here's what I'm gonna do"

"Oh, it's a little more like a regular axe than before"

"The design was the same as yours.... Yeah, if you work carefully from the forge stage, it won't be like before. I don't know if it's engraved, but if you're a blacksmith, don't neglect the blacksmith. Trust the blacksmith. Mixed with secret rare ores, it should be an alloy that is significantly stronger than before."

"... it's not like I don't like or trust blacksmiths. It's just that before I was fully taught blade forging, the war started."

"Hmm. It's an excuse not to go down. If that was all the basics, I should have stacked it myself."

"... yes, I wonder"

My parents felt that there was still something to teach. That's why I have a big complex for coming out without being taught that....... I guess.

"Everything, study is real when you're alone. No matter how good you are, you don't need any more. Half a serving would be even harder.... If" Black Dragon in the Desert "is with you, you can come from anywhere. If you come, I'll shake you. Be alone. I'm not ashamed of a blacksmith with a dwarf's wife."

"... means"

Admit it, did you give it to me?

... When I look at Grandpa Dan with anticipation, Grandpa Dan looks suspicious.

"What?"

"Um, Jeanne and I... can you admit it"

"... say what"

Grandpa sighs, teasing the crash-harken pattern.

"Admittedly, there's nothing wrong with being even a kid. I wasn't just annoyed when I tried to hit him."

"... eh, that?

... what, maybe.

"Forge is a test to see the area..."

"It was Nushi who said it out. If Jeanne promised to lend you a furnace, you can't rely on it, you can't make it boring."

…………

Is that it?

"You just assumed it that way on your own. It seems to be half a serving, I don't know what to think."

Grandpa sighs again.

"You can take it with you because you're ready. There aren't so many good stories in the world. If you want to keep Jeanne as your daughter-in-law, if you want Washi to recognize you as your grandson-in-law, don't fail in your efforts. Stay the man you deserve. The fact that others are family is an effort. No matter how hard you try, you don't need any more."

"... did that happen"

"I've been searching around to see where he's gone."

With dawn, the three of us return to Lyla's bunk.

Mr. Deane, Aurora and Luna looked horny.

Lyla was relaxed, so maybe she was listening in hell to me and Naris deciding to go to the Dwarf Colony.

"It's a souvenir."

"... liquor barrels?

"Ho, the Dwarf Springs liquor"

Dwarf colonies had strange springs of booze. Sounds like something Jeanne once wanted and couldn't help but drink.

"I knew this booze was good."

Jeanne looks happy grabbing a different barrel from me.

And Naris was in a good mood for a finished new weapon.

"Sa, shall we go burly to the next place! This Crash Harken II is bloodthirsty!

"Don't starve, fool!

My original proposal, working with Grandpa Dan, is a shiny "Crashhaken II".

Hopefully it will last this time.

(cont 'd)