Life with my Little Sister

"Done, done, Gad!

In the workshop that Abel gave me, I give a joyous voice.

In front of you, a single finished product.

That was the first little sword I ever made from scratch.

"Ooh. Well, it took shape. You can't pass."

"No?"

"... not at all. But for the first time, you've done your best."

Gad takes out a rectangle of about 30 cm.

It was a metal with a dull gloss, like brick in black.

"Black Steel......"

Rare black iron steel, known for its rare toughness. Something that's more durable to process.

In Gad's workshop, the trial cut is never made of wood.

Cut this black steel open, it's the first time it's ever been served.

Black iron, by the way, is also normal iron in the Earth world, but in this world it is a separate kind of metal that is black and durable. It's confusing, but I can't help it.

"No, but wait. It's the first work of a five-year-old, and there's no way you can slash him like this, is there?

"Nah, I know. It's important to know your weaknesses. Slash them."

"I get it.... No"

The short sword I made broke pockingly, as if tapping a poor tree branch into concrete.

"I hit a cut tip, but it breaks the fundamentals. It's obvious what's wrong, right? If the sword itself stays firm, even if it doesn't rip open, the sword will break. You mean the little one was a piece of iron in the shape of a sword, not a sword."

"Yep, it's spicy..."

"Naturally. The sword is meant to protect your life, right? I don't know how to tolerate crude products."

I can't say it back, and I'm not going to say it back.

Gad is right. And it's a lot of skill.

For example, the sword I got for my birthday.

This is made of pure iron.

I don't use any particularly sturdy materials like black iron, like magical metal.

Especially since it is the iron in Gad's possession, it is a better material than the iron used there. but still iron is iron. It does not fall within that category.

That sword made of iron can break black steel, or it can be pierced.

It is possible for a blacksmith to outperform a lower material with a higher material.

However, there are not many blades that can be made with inferior materials that can cut the top metal.

Additionally, this sword is devoid of magic. With pure skill alone, it delivers terrible sharpness.

Gad's technology enables them without precautions.

The three pillars of blacksmithing in this world are material, skill, and magic.

Magic in this case is included in technology in a sense.

Because the metals you work out with magic are both sturdy and cleavage out of step.

The day after the first sword I ever made broke pockingly. Gad gave me permission to strike the sword with magic.

Until now, it was forbidden to do anything extra until we had the foundation.

"It's pretty hard to handle magic, but the kid's used to using it. You wouldn't mind remembering a magical blacksmith."

That said, the technique taught me was to sift the hammer into the magic and let it stain inside and outside the material.

But it was strange to me.

"Hey, Gad. Doesn't this way make it harder to give magic uniform?

"Ho...... You're a licensed boulder to look at magic penetration. That's right. That's where the magical blacksmith liver is. If we don't give it to the whole good thing, it can strain the weaker parts and make it easier to reject and break. You mean you can give it even magic and finally serve one person. Well, you can't do it overnight."

Am I?

I feel like I could do it easier and more reliably.

(I don't feel like I can simply put magic into it. More like this... like the ship's dragonbones, like the big black pillars of the house, should we reinforce the structure itself through a single core and let the magic go by?

We can process iron because of this.

At that point, I strike with the thought of passing magic. Wouldn't it be more magical conductivity if we caged magic that way?

"Gad, I just came up with something, so can I make a whole bottle?

"Ho? Well, try it. Boys are already lightly beyond skilled craftsmen if it's just magic manipulation. Permission granted."

Forgiveness has come, let's try it.

Access the 'root magic' of the material itself called iron. It's very weak, but the metal also has magic. There is magic in stones and trees. Even if it's just iron, there's no exception.

Then let's reach for it.

It processes the magic flow and turns it into a single core, like a thin blood vessel. And like blood, pass magic around that tube.

Creating the core was easy enough.

I guess this is because I deal with root magic from time to time.

However, pure blacksmithing - although iron processing is still flaky and my hands burned.

One sword that was made that way.

Not very beautiful or sophisticated, short sword.

Why do you make short swords every time, because I'm a child size. And because he promises to give the Brev boy a one-handed sword.

Because in his physique, he won't be able to handle it without a small sword.

"Gad, see what you can do."

"Mm-hmm... Just because the sword is made, it doesn't change the phase, it's less than it is... The kid is a good magician, so should he see it that way..."

Gad took the sword, and...

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh............! Hey, what's this magic holding rate...! The iron itself brings silly magic...! Plus, you can add extra magic to your handles...! Boy, what the hell did you do?

I may have been able to surprise Gad for the first time.

I told my master what I had tried.

In a nutshell, I just went through the core of magic.

"... to the point of completion. Boy, is that what a normal blacksmith can't do?

"Really?

"Naturally. First of all, magic is hard to perceive."

"I know that. Unconverted magic can't be felt without touching it with unconverted magic as well. But what about Abel?"

"Don't let that guy out to pick you up. Different character as being."

Gad shook his head.

"Let's get back to it. Unconverted magic is not something you can interfere with, even if you can feel it. Not to mention the art of intervening at the root of magic and replacing the structure itself, at a level where even Abel can do it. Did you say you would pass the demon core? That's a boy. You're the only one who can do it. It's not a blacksmith, it's a magician's domain."

Don't put me up to it, tell me, there's talk about Abel, Doctor Dwarf.

I didn't know that my properties, which can act on the horns and the fundamentals of magic, could be useful here.

"I mean, I can make a sword that's tougher than normal, right?

"Idiot, that's not what I'm talking about. All you can create is the Devil's Sword."

"Demon Sword!?"

I accidentally squirmed at the parrot.

"There is no clear definition, but a sword with more than a certain amount of magic is called a 'demonic weapon'. Instead of a certain place, almost all powerful magical objects are called demonic swords. Normally, you can't even reach the Devil's Sword without using the right ingredients and the help of powerful magicians. Instead of working individually, we can create a single demon sword when we work together as a group. But boy, you may be merely iron or bronze, but you can be made into a demon sword individually. There must be no such thing as an iron demon sword or a copper demon sword in human history."

That was a hell of a story.

"Uh... when the public knows, will it make a scene, that"

"Definitely, don't be"

"... that's troublesome"

"Then you can either not give it to the public at all, or you can limit who you wholesale to. The High Elves will have a Chamber of Commerce, won't they? If you want to sell it, keep it there."

The former would be good if I could, but I don't care how much money I have.

Mr. Ningro Stefanus may hit badly and both his mothers will be kicked out of here, and the sale must be borne in mind.

Oh, Brev, what about the sword I give the boy?

"You're trying to make a good sword without magic."

Gad strokes my made short sword with his fingers.

"Your demon sword is only superior to its magic holdings. The sword at its heart is a substitute for what you would call scraps of iron. At this stage, it's not for sale."

Oh, yeah. I knew.

Except for the magic, it's garbage performance.

Seems the refinement still has to go on.

I stare at the corner of the workshop.

There's a waiting space, set up for my sister.

It's only a small space with about two tatami pieces, but it's also laying down cushions and beside windows, so it should be quite comfortable.

The cute cute little Mai Angel was playing with her mother in the building blocks there, but when she noticed my gaze, she ran out at a glance. You must have realized I was handsome.

This building block, by the way, was given to me as a baby, as well as the first array to use witchcraft to die. The point is, it's old.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!

"Fee!"

It's a stressful time for my sister not to be sweet during my workouts.

Yet he waits until his break with proper patience. Good girl. She's a really good daughter.

"Yay, duh, duh, duh! Why?"

"Absolutely. Nice one."

"Gee hee! That's why I did it! Sukiyasu!

The time I hang out with Fee is the most fun.

Let's do our best to master the blacksmith to protect this life.

Let this girl live a life of freedom!