"Hey, Kyle. Are you there?"
"That, what's up, brother?
"You go to that freak."
"Heh, freak? Who are you talking about?
"It's Gran. I'm talking about that crazy guy who says he's making things while traveling. You, help him work."
"Yes, I don't like it. I hope your brother does."
"Look, Kyle. This is what I'm saying on purpose for you. You'd better keep your job in your hands for the future, too. I've been practicing lately, and with the magic of making my head spin faster, I can remember right away while helping Gran work."
"Say that, brother. You're going to run away. I won't be fooled."
"I have something to do."
"It's a lie. I'm sure you have nothing better to do than build weapons with Mr. Grant."
"I'm going to build more furnaces for charcoal. That's a lot of value for use on this land. All that fine charcoal would probably sell it. Anyway, come on. Orders."
I've been sleepless for days now. I was coming to the limit.
I'm sorry to hear that, but we have to get away from him at his expense.
Poor thing, but let's run away with my brother in his personal possession.
That's what I thought. I shook my thoughtless head, twisted my excuses, and sent Kyle to Grant.
Good luck with that.
Don't die.
"Oh, you're done."
"Yes, thanks to Lord Kyle's dedication, it was successfully completed."
"The brother rolled to the ground and he's not even moving Pickle..."
"Lord Kyle was entrusted with the manipulation of the wig. You did your best."
Fujioka.
Somehow it's a special device.
It's a device called a box-shaped pretend, but it has to be moved in order to feed the wind into the furnace.
Probably kept moving under Gran's instructions all the time while I was blacksmithing.
You did something a little bad, I don't have to think.
Let's put him to sleep.
"Ma, okay. Let's put that aside. Can I see your weapon?
"It's a confident one. I'm proud to say that even the awkward have ever made it to the top."
Me and Gran have been losing sight of each other through all night work.
He gently hands me the weapon Gran has created as he talks.
It was the sword that I received from his hand.
When it comes to the so-called Western sword, it is a straight stretched sword, shaped to be classified as a long sword.
I might not have known it was made out of fangs if I hadn't heard.
White sword body, but slightly glossy and glossy.
The gloss on the surface gave the impression of being somewhat like a pearl.
"You're pretty light."
"I suppose so. Probably a little lighter than metal. But it's not too light, and it's possible to slap them off."
"Through magic, it hardens, doesn't it? Then just swinging it properly would be enough of a threat."
"There should be enough stiffness out there, even if it hasn't hardened. It's not enough to pass magic if you have to."
"So? You have the same little sword over there, but what's that?
"Is this it? This is a sword made from the fangs of a big pig's child."
"Children's fangs? You still have the fangs of a beast, right? Why did you bother building that stuff?
"I would love for Lord Ars to have this."
"Yeah? Because I'm a kid? But since it's about the length of a dagger, it's going to be enough to hold it for protection."
"That's enough now. However, a weapon created from a magical creature's young beast can be a growing, special weapon. So is this guy."
"Growth into weapons? What do you mean?"
"Hehe, I'm surprised to hear it. This weapon is a weapon that feeds on the magic of its users. Assuming this time it grows to the same size as the larger sword used by the awkward, the stronger is the grown sword."
"Heh, do you mean weapons like that or do things exist? Magic is everything."
"Most of all, it doesn't grow that much to the extent that it absorbs the magic of every human being. By being passed down from ancestor to ancestor, it grows into a powerful weapon, so to speak, the sword of a family heirloom."
I see.
Can a powerful weapon be made because it absorbs several magic powers over generations?
Maybe that's what nobility has.
Does a hardened sword mean it will be a sooo hard to break sword?
Wow, but I guess I'm the only one who feels less subtle...
"Thanks. It was my dream of a memorial to get a weapon. I can't thank you enough."
"Welcome, so. This is not the case with flower makers, who have the opportunity to use such equipment and materials for lubrication. The Awkward One was lucky enough to get to know Lord Ars."
"Well, I'm glad you'll be making a lot more here for a while if you can. I mean, it looks like you still have fangs, and it would help if you made more. Speaking of which, does this sword have a name?
"It is common practice to include the name of the producer in weapons with magical effects, etc. This is what I want you to call a hard tooth sword gran."
"It's a hard tooth sword, Gran. I'll take care of it."
That's how I got my first weapon.