Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"Escaped...?

When I tilt my neck at Crope's words, he says.

"... I decided to be a blacksmith in Wellphia at the time of the kid. You know why?

What it will be, the reason for defining dreams.

That is not easily understood by each person.

He's with me.

If I say I'm going for the "Mithril" class of Divine Silver, many people say.

Why?

If you become an adventurer, you naturally go up there, which is why everyone understands about that feeling, but it's a goal that everyone thinks you can't do if you're also divine and silver.

I don't mean most of it when I put it in my mouth.

So everyone wonders when they find out that I'm not, and that I'm undoubtedly setting it up as a serious goal.

Normally, I don't really aim for something like that.

If I hadn't had my childhood experience too... I could have walked the other way.

Something like that may have happened to Crope, and I don't know that right away.

So I shook my head to the side and said.

"No...... Speaking of which, you never heard of it. Ever since I first met you, you like blacksmiths, you bet everything on blacksmiths... so being a blacksmith was natural to me. I felt natural, even if I didn't ask for any other reason. I guess that's why..."

Then Crope says, slightly distorting his mouth.

"Being a blacksmith is normal, natural, or... Wouldn't you be happy to say something? You sure made a mistake. Not now...... But it used to be different."

"You didn't like it, blacksmith"

"That's not why... I originally started training with the intention of just doing my job. Anyway, if you're a little kid who can't really do anything about it, you'll have to earn your own food support about some profession when everyone can work. That was the blacksmith for me. That's all."

"That's surprising... I thought you had a hammer and a golden floor since you were born."

Of course it's a joke.

Crope laughed,

"No matter how much I do, that's not possible. It's not a story."

That being said, it is in the wider world that we cannot say enough that it will never be possible.

There is a baby in the world that is not a metaphor but is actually born with something.

Like rings and balls.

Of course I don't really know why that happens, but someone like that is going to do a lot of work at dawn when they grow up.

It's not a story, because there are quite a few stories about people like that, so you're referring to it.

"Well, well...... But for that reason, you're too passionate about blacksmithing right now, aren't you? There are a lot of blacksmiths out there who just split the job for Mart, but you're not."

Nothing. I don't think a blacksmith like that is bad.

Rather, it is because that is normal.

Not everyone can carry out a blacksmith job with all their passion for each and every piece of their work.

It would be troublesome if his wife around there poured her own heart into one of the pans she would buy to cook an out-of-the-box dish and finished it with no two delicacies in the world.

A cook who works in the royal palace may need something like that, but he can't do it for everyday use.

It is rather necessary to be a craftsman who does the right job without the right hands and produces it in large quantities.

But I can't do that to Crope.

All the weapons I've made are children to him.

That's what you risk your life for every one of them, pouring out your heart and blood, and then finishing up with the best you can make.

That's what makes a small dagger lined up in the store, but not a single job out of hand.

The price increases and decreases are determined only by the difference in quality between the materials and the labor involved, and even if you do that, it's more than just a manual job.

Crope says to my words.

"Sure, to earn food support at first, what a reason, but it's funnier than I actually thought I'd try. I'm getting more and more into it... Maybe it fit. I have a job as a blacksmith."

"I bet that's for sure"

"Heh. You think so, too? But..."

"But?"

"Now anyway, this job isn't for me, there was a time when I thought about it"

Well, whatever job you're doing, that kind of thing will come to mind.

Even I used to think that way when I was an adventurer.

Not once or twice.

But each time I've inspired myself to shake off that idea.

Was Crope the same?

Ask concerned.

"The clope... how did you get over it when that happened?

It was a casual question, but the answer back to it was heavy.

"I couldn't get over it. That's why I left Welphia."

"... but you're still a blacksmith."

"That's right. Well... it's good to have left Wellphia after all."

"What is that..."

Crope suddenly changes the story when I lean my neck unsure.

"... there's a guy in the world who's a genius in every field, right?

For a moment I wondered why I would talk like that, but somehow, I thought I saw the flow of the story, so I nodded and answered.

"Right...... everywhere. For adventurers too...... or adventurers are all those geniuses. If I thought I'd gotten in the iron class the other day, some guys would go up there after me at some point..."

I'm the one who didn't benefit from talent, and what happens to guys like that is the same in any field.

I was the one who taught him all sorts of things until recently, but if he noticed, he left me... on the contrary, if he noticed, he's pulled away to far away.

That's all I've been doing for the past decade.

"Yes, that's it. I... no, I've been doing a little bit too. You know... I used to think you might be a talented person. Faster than the ones who went into training at the same time, gaining knowledge and skill, moving on to keep others apart... when I thought that one day I was going to be able to get to a point where no one could catch up."