It has been three years since I came to Yama country and I am seventeen years old with an adult appearance.
Leaving his tavern job, Vern started blacksmithing. Ever since I met a woman named Mary, who was a mason of this country until a few years ago, she had asked me to learn a lot about blacksmiths.
The reason for this is not yet expressed in a word because it takes on a slightly more complicated form and is scattered in my mind. But if that was something you could clearly see, you'd still be waving your love in a tavern.
The father made it a business to raise himself, so deniably, that he didn't know it - think he should be derived after standing in the same place, not making decisions, etc.
So she was holding the hammer in her hand again so that she could face that past as well.
It was about noon one day.
In the living room of Mary's house, Vern clasped his knees with her.
On a beautiful cloth laid in between, a swing of body lay. It was just what I finished on this day.
Its loosely curved, single-edged body displays a disturbed pattern and evenly rests on its belly. A sharply sharpened blade doesn't even see slight ups and downs.
Mary, who turns her pocket around and quiets, confirms herself with a silk cloth.
"Ho, ho..."
On the way to keeping time to not stand one sound, Wern coughed up. Turning away in a hurry, he turned his arm and blocked his mouth tightly.
It takes a little while for the cough to heal that way.
"... what's up? Looks like you've been doing a lot lately, but are you feeling any worse?
Mary twisted her neck small as she put herself aside and removed it. Recently, there was also an overlapping cough like a seizure for which the cause was unknown, and it was finally today that I was worried.
"No, I'm fine. Nothing in particular."
That's what he said and laughed when he was cured, and Vern continued to look at himself.
"By the way, how was it this time?
Words come back sighing, pinching the kind of time you choose.
"I'm afraid for you... not very much, but I can't possibly teach you any more. The next step is to think with your own head. My apprentice is graduating today. Congratulations."
"Really... you've taught me anything for the last three years if you ask"
Mary's sincerity, which I hadn't heard for a long time, bothered me.
"Did you think I'd do more formal training?... That's what I was supposed to do, but even the man who built a fortune by becoming a blacksmith at the mercy of his looks. A time when crude goods with certain killing abilities are more prevalent than first-class items with artistic appeal. You're the only one who's serious enough to remember... so you found a satisfactory answer?
"... I don't think it's the answer yet, but only one"
To Mary, who tries to ask, Vern said.
"I wish this was the time to be entertained as a work of art."
Then, as one day, Mary slapped her knee and erupted.
Still, it wasn't in the mood to mock. I still face it from the front after taking on reality - it still sounds like a word out of time, but it sounded to her as one answer.
"Ha ha, you mean to deny it on the same mound? Not this one."
"Since then, have I grown up?
"He's talking to himself.... but I don't know what my reason is."
"What do you mean?
"Nothing. It just means you were right to stop drinking. Are you deciding what you're going to do? You can lend him as much as you want for our workshop, but you can't teach him anymore, can you?
Asked about the future, Vern talked about the path he had always dreamed of.
"I was hoping I could hit it satisfactorily.... I'd like to leave this country, move to a country close to the front line, and live as a blacksmith. 'Cause first of all, I think you should stand in the same spot as your father."
In the land of Yama there was a noble martial artist named Yagen.
He was the man who set up a new genre, independently sublimating the old physical and swordsmanship that had previously existed.
If you prefer a knife for the item, you can slash it from the side where the enemy is in time. When you find yourself in a situation where you don't have anything to gain, you beat yourself to the ground with no less than a secret - this is the past when a man was called 'Kensei'.
Old without looking at the end of the war, he chose his way out of the army.
The inauguration story was kicking, even though government officials and marshals at the time wanted "to be the next marshal".
There was some reason, but most of all because I felt limited in my growth as a knight, otherwise I knew my talent would not lead the Federation to victory.
How long has it been since a man returned to Yama's country for more than a decade, one day?
The grey-haired boy accidentally entered his sight.
The boy, whose cheeks had been messed with by a brunette girl, slept in the boulevard where people would go, with a force that could have been misseen if it had not been a complete sensation.
Many knights came to visit Yagen after hearing the title of former Kensei.
Most of them were paid in advance, but those who might be expected to contribute to the future of the Federation were mourned in the dojo he operated.
And a year later, he leaped his strength back to the front again. If survival rates were higher at first, half of the chairs of federal executives would eventually be filled with those who received the guidance.
Speaking to Yagen, Alan worked as a small-timer.
In the morning he began cleaning fifty tatami dojos and took care of the garments and dwellings of the gatekeepers from noon to evening. If there were no more chores to do, they decided to sit beside the dojo and were present at the auditorium.
That's how I got paid before sundown and stayed free at home at night.
"Master Yagen. Is that boy an archdeacon?
"Do you feel that? That will one day help put an end to this war"
Some knights noticed Yagen's thoughts among the gatekeepers who were replaced every year.
A big, inexperienced being takes care of ourselves and watches the archery. The gatekeepers creeped me out, but it was something I had no choice if I wasn't aware of myself.
After this lasted for two years, Alan was unknowingly imprinted with the way the former Kensei fought.
It was a body twitch in stand-up, a leg carry, a gesture of gain, a way of hitting oneself, a technique of how to kill people efficiently.
"Take it easy. You just have to treat it right."
A year after it was imprinted, it finally began to be driven out into archery.
Having said that, Alan, who was handed a wooden knife, stood in the form of a genre of nature and yagen. If we also avoided the attack of the active knight with genius reflexes, this also fought back with the same genre type.
He was still an anomaly at a time when he ended up losing because of the difference in experience, but could cut back though.
"It's okay, killing doesn't complain about the dead. Enjoy your thoughtful beating."
Three and a half years later, to this day, the conditions for introduction had also recently changed to 'If I could beat the small-time use'.
Driving away the unlikely knights, Alan was entrusted with the role.
An uncertain bad fat muscle, unexpected movement of tyranny, an undignified cowardly attack - forcing him to deal with violence that he definitely didn't deserve to call martial arts, etc., but he kept winning by remaining calm.
"Excuse me, it's a promise... I can't kill you"
At this time Alan did not obey only the word of Yagen.
When hitting an opponent with a wooden knife, do not target the head, and do not launch a Spike attack that can easily kill the opponent. Of course it doesn't seem pleasant to Yagen, but more than just a small-time use, he was forgiven if he won anyway.
- The foundation is now complete.
However, the prospect of Yagen did not come true until the end.
"I'm leaving this country soon, so I can't help you anymore"
One day, Alan found free time at work to tell him.
Yagen looked like he had bathed in cold water, but I had no idea what his mood was, etc. Not to mention, I didn't want to know.
I was only aware that I was an employer, and I didn't feel any special thanks, either, that I would hesitate to tell them anything.
"It's sudden, but is it true? Can you let me know why, if you don't mind?
Asked in an unobtrusive voice.
"... when we're together, because someone made a promise"
Four years have passed since the invasion of Empires began in the Empoz and surrounding countries.
Each piece of national territory was invaded by more than half, and was no longer even capable of setting a sight for recapture. Against the mighty presence of the Sword Emperor, there was an uninterrupted vicious circle that also lowered the morale of the Confederate army.
Those who insist that they should surrender also appear, but soon, when they were solemnly cleared on the spot, someone who was about to continue also spoke.
The last six months ago, a man who was a marshal was harming himself.
The suicide note that was by his side stated 'I can't stand the weight'.
If you are an associate who knows the character, the meaning of a sentence was immediately understood. There have been nearly two million war dead since he became Marshal.
The situation that I took over in the first place sucks, and I can't say that it's just one responsibility at a time.
Even so, the uninterrupted figure of two million was a reality that would never be covered for him.
Sometimes, this sooner replaces the head of the organization.
Thirty years old and young for a marshal, he is a man who seems somewhat unscrupulous.
However, his background deserved praise as a warring warrior, and the trust from his companions who joined him on the battlefield was thick - this time, the reason why the white feather arrows stood on him was also because he bought the jealousy of the men just sitting in a chair.
Can you also say that you have been pushed into a position to crush with heavy responsibility, to evade responsibility?
"Marshal, I've got some eye-catching information coming in."
In the office of a military facility located in the western state, receive a report from the vicinity.
"Give me a break. It's not official and Benjamin is fine. My body itches."
He puts both legs on the executive desk and sits in a chair in a badly behaved position.
This man named Benjamin was the current Marshal of the Meortida Confederate Army, who unites 10 million human beings.
"I hear the Belfergo bastard is moving suspiciously. That self-preservation entitlement is repeatedly going in and out of the front...... what do you want to do? Why don't you blow the proper charges and put him in custody?
"- Apparently, then there's no proof you're doing anything? Not necessarily to be danced."
"You can't even look me in the eye when things happen, can you?
"I know. That's why I trust you to look into it.... We must be deprived of a third of the federal territory and have no prospect of recapture, besides dealing with a sword emperor as a monster. I hate having too much to think about. Nobody wants to do it."
"What are you weak about? If I throw it all the way up to you, all I want is old age. The Federation is really over."
"Today, you're going to put some pressure on me."
"That's about Setouchi, isn't it?
"... oh. I remember my liver."
Benjamin looking sloppy, but his words were serious in themselves.
A neighboring country on the east side of the Empuz Nation, the Niadale Nation that will become even more of a neighbor.
This country, which is also renowned as a country of blacksmiths, was at its peak with the closeness of the front line. It was no exaggeration to say that the majority of the armaments now supplied to the front line were made in this country
That correspondingly implies a fierce competition for the sale of arms and equipment.
In setting up his own workshop, Wern had dared to choose Niadale country. I didn't think I would understand what my father was thinking if I didn't have enough temper to go for the top of this country.
"Oh, what... very, very splendid"
What was a delightful miscalculation was the reunion with the merchants that Zoldif was dealing with.
If I showed up riding past that one, I was delighted with tears.
If I had communicated the circumstances that had brought me to this country, I would have been called "on my side" by tapping its chest harder - there would have been no lie or falsehood in the words of the merchant who had emerged quite a bit in four and a half years, and it would soon be executed with words.
From providing funding to set up workshops in the capital to procuring necessary parts such as patterns and bamboo, and securing other distribution routes, he received significant help to step out as a blacksmith.
This wasn't just gained by sympathy, but also because he actually showed off the knife he had worked out to impress the merchant.
"Not less than your father, what a wonderful job."
"Thank you. I want to know about my father... as one blacksmith"
"Oh look for it. 'Cause I can always help."
The look on the merchant's face exchanging words seemed much happier.
The second floor of the shop, which was set in the corner of the capital, became two dwellings intact.
There is one living room that is co-located with the kitchen, one bedroom across the hallway, one water room that is also a stripper, and one toilet. It was a commonly built space, not too large or too small for the two of us to live in.
Considering that there is fine furniture left behind by the inhabitants in front of it, it could be said to be a property for excavations.
"Are you used to this life yet? Sometimes I almost pluck my shoes in the front door."
"I've been in Yama country for three years, and it's become a habit?
One morning, the two of them were talking over breakfast.
On the table were dishes made by Alan, such as plates with vegetables served on semi-ripened eggs, vessels serving stewed root vegetables, and dried bread. Since he began his life in the Niadale Country, he has been in charge of household chores in general.
There is a strong intention on the part of Wern to earn a living for two people with a single blacksmith.
Father had to make it the same condition because he was, and it is also such a will.
"It could be. The bath over there had a hot tub or something, because it was cozy.... Hey, if you can afford it from now on, why don't you make it in the water room? I need warm water."
I shrugged my shoulders, rode myself out to the table, and Vern's condition was only a little busy.
"Then I have to sell it today to make money"
"What is your goal?
"Because the unit price is higher than in other stores...... two swings"
"Well I'm glad. I hope so, Mr. Business."
After a friendly breakfast, my day as two blacksmiths begins.
By the time I had moved to Niadale country for about a year, business was also on track.
Alan takes the store number, Vern even forges a knife in the back workshop and cuts it up while sharing roles. If the items handled - in an era when knives were not popular, they initially stretched out on the customer's feet.
But the martial arts, which were planted in Alan by Yagen, made up for this.
It was brought to life when the guests were asked, "What is this sword? When asked, it is time to demonstrate and show" This is the kind of weapon ".
Slashing without sprinkling fruit, piercing armor with a single penetration, breaking iron plates, inviting purchasing willingness by showing the possibility of a knife with such a detachment.
Of course, there was no guarantee that customers would be able to handle it so well.
"Hey, you can't slash this!
Some of the guests yelled at me like that. Still, the majority fell in love with the fact and overlapped trials and errors. And then someone of interest visits, and rumors are spreading through the mouth again.
It was a form that resonated greatly in the hearts of those who were obsessed with the objects that shaped their lives and their deaths.
In the process of doing so, it was early until other blacksmiths embarked on the creation of a knife.
Most of all, what they forged became merely a single-edged sword and not a substitute for what could be called a sword. So as one of the few 'stores where you can get real' looking for Niadale Country, the name of Vern's store sold to sale.
Recognized by the public as a mason, guests' feet grow after the day.
There was a life that seemed to be smooth and full of sails, both public and private, and it was supposed to be.
One morning I was washing my face in the kitchen.
"Oh, ho, ho, ho... eh?... What, this...?
The cough, which was still persistent, was feeling a little different this day.
The bitterness spread all over my mouth like I licked rusty iron. Blood crept down his palm, which was blocking his mouth.
There is some anomaly in my body, not because of my mind, etc. - Vern, reminded of this, has been badly upset.
"Vern? Are you... are you okay?
I can speak to Alan quietly when he hears a cough coming from another room.
Wash your hands with water drawn from the water, pretend you were washing your face, and rinse your mouth with blind spots. Wern, looking back at it in an unprecedented manner, made a smile as soon as he saw Alan's face.
"... hmm? Nothing. Though I can't help it?
I look straight at Alan with a surprising frown, and keep acting.
"Oh, I did. I was talking about taking a break from the store and going out, but I'm sorry. I totally forgot I had another errand. Can I give you priority today?
"Running errands? Were you ordering anything?
"No, personal. Oh, what, Alan? Are you worried?
Wern tried to tease Alan and make fun of him.
I thought it would make you feel better.
"... worried"
"Ah... haha, you are honest today. Because it's really okay."
Words fly when they poke at me.
Wern, who was somehow indulging, but if he left the scene early enough to be alone, was likely to be crushed by some unspeakable anxiety, and he couldn't stop crying for a while.
- After this day, he is examined at the hospital and found to have been incurable.
It was a rare disease whose body crystallized and became like a photon stone, for which no cause or cure was known. It gradually progresses from the body, eventually swelling the whole body, from onset to death in approximately five years.
'Do not use photons' to slow progression, etc., but there are few cases and no certainties.
It has already been about four years since the cough began to appear at this time.
Wern was pronounced one more year.
Whether it was the next day or the next, I couldn't tell Alan.
About the day after a while. That was a sudden visitor.
"Ho. That guy's right, it's just great business."
A well-dressed little fat man came into the store with an escort.
The majority of the hair is peeled back, and the hair remains only with a lift and a collar and feet. A prolonged, badly cut tone to a nasty, licking gaze around makes my heart certificate feel bad no matter how favorably I treat it.
The day Alan was paying for delivery, Wern was in customer service.
"Welcome. Looking for something?
lovingly laughing, complaining about decisions from the counter,
"I didn't hear you could get a sophisticated real knife here. Collecting beautiful swords is my hobby. So I'm actually going to visit an important business partner soon, so hey. I don't want anything for a souvenir."
"Was I? It's difficult to handle, so if it's a gift, it's a sidebar..."
The man's gaze is nailed to the knife displayed on the glass shelf.
Wern's nose only gets a little higher if he thinks he came to visit when he heard rumors that he was beautiful. I felt like I might be my own kind if I didn't have a hard time figuring out the art value of a weapon.
"Everything. I'll have everything here... including you, Vern-Smithy."
"... If it's chilling, can you pick it up?
By the way, I lost my expression and pointed to the entrance and exit when I was upset.
"I don't hate jokes. Listen to me."
Vern breathes into a man's demands - something she loses by saying no is too big, so she couldn't say no. I also thought it would be better to respond in front of the body.
"Just one month, … just one more month"
That's what she said back, knowing it was a path she couldn't turn back.
As a filling the other day, Vern invited Alan to roll out to the downtown area.
Without saying this and deciding where to go, I left it to the whim of my feet to walk in the morning.
That's just called the country of blacksmiths, and whether you look to the right or to the left, there's no blacksmith and all the tool shops catch my eye. As for the streets around which men and women arm each other, I don't even feel roughly a fragment of romanticism.
Still, that's it, she was satisfied enough.
"Oh, hey, look at this. This pattern yarn is cute."
"If the weapon is cute, does it help anything?
When he found the knife parts at the tool shop where the street was located, Wern stopped for a few moments.
Once again, the more holes I got in my hand, the more I crushed the product. And if he liked anything, he offered money and bought it at all costs, pushing it into a big bag that went down Alan's shoulder.
The bag, which was flat while out, was starting to swell round by noon.
"Maybe we'll get on with it."
"I see. It excites me... isn't it cool?
"By the way. What color was Alan good for?
"... blue. It calms me down when I watch."
"Yes. Um, excuse me. Can I have this?
Picking out the blue patterned yarn and the special paint, Vern calls on the owner of that tool shop.
After travelling around the city as usual, he entered a suitable restaurant to satisfy his hunger.
The human eye doesn't even start, and he tries to carry a dish "ahem" into Alan's mouth.
If I could dislike it and turn my face away, I raised my blue muscle and grabbed it, forcing it to screw me. She laughed softly when other guests laughed at her for being amused and clapping "do more" etc.
The time I was spending that way felt shorter than the actual time.
"You look different these days."
"... in what way?
Said on the way home, Wern was a little sloppy.
"I don't know. But I feel that way."
"You haven't changed much. It's my fault..."
"What made you think that?
"See, that's what it is. I knew you'd say."
With a pounding mouth, Vern connects words.
"... that's how you only tried to see me. That's what my selfishness made me do. Good Alan? From now on, I need to see, hear, and know all sorts of people."
"Even if they say so,... I don't know. What am I supposed to do?
Alan's with a troubled face, hands gently on both of his shoulders.
"I'm sure the great people of that time will decide what's good or bad in the world. But some of us have our own good and evil. Whenever we are in between, we live with a fold somehow. So you should just look at that person for once"
Before I could tell him that, Vern had already let go.
"That way...... because there must be a sincerity in that person"
At all costs between the next day and bed, Vern was immersed in blacksmiths.
I dedicate everything to working out just one swing.
With the elementation that was not used from the life expectancy pronouncement - the steel produced by shredding the life expectancy was forged until it was satisfactory to repeat, repeat, repeat and repeat.
I processed the parts I procured on my feet to give them the shape I felt was the most beautiful.
I knew from the beginning that if I couldn't do it, I would suffer from the disease.
Sometimes I flutter unexpectedly and Alan, who was watching, tells me to rest. But "because it's a good place now," she stubbornly continued to wave down the hammer. No matter how painful it was, it didn't stop to the end.
Eventually we celebrate the day of completion in a month.
A floating body with a straight blade sentence that grows slightly bigger.
Patterns and sheaths with beautiful gold decorations based on blue.
A personality that only one person has in mind and created with just one wish.
She named the sword 'Moonbeauty'.