Tilea’s Worries

He sighs as Zanza picks up and collects the broken down sword in pieces. How lonely that back is.

"The, Zanza, I'm sorry. I guess I put a little too much effort into it..."

Zanza turns her face this way to my words of apology, but immediately turns down and resumes picking up the wreckage.

Hey, don't ignore me. You're apologizing.

Well, I'm the one who broke it, and I'm the one hundred percent who's bad. But your sword was originally defective. One of these days, it was broken. I'm glad it broke now. If I'd been wielding such defective products, you might have been injured someday.

"Zanza, what do you mean I broke it, but, uh, it's defective. If I had used it, it would have been dangerous. It's just the right time, and you should use a better sword."

"There is no more sword in this world than that. I can no longer wield my sword with all my might..."

Hey, what a sad voice. Was it that important? That's just how guilty I am.

"Zanza, fix your mood. I'll buy you a pretty good sword to apologize for. Ah! Speaking of which, you were doing a sale at a weapons store on North Avenue. Just fine. No, let's go buy it!

"It's no use. You think there's more swords than that in an alley weapons store? Think in common sense!

"Zanza, you're the one who thinks in common sense. The North Street arms dealer is now the most famous arms dealer in Wangdu. It's a super fancy shop for royal palaces."

"So what are you saying? Are you talking about meaning? You sound like you don't even know the weapon."

"Sure, I'm not familiar with weapons... but I've never heard of a sword made by that Ron. I know his sword is suspicious."

"Fuck. It's the end of the world. In ancient times, Ron Bern was one of the best blacksmiths of his time without strangers or anything else. Whether it's a thousand Hebo blacksmiths in this world or not, they won't be opponents."

"Wow, what a pleasure."

"Oh, Ron Bern is. He fell in love with the arms of my sword and made my... original sword just for me. That's the greatest masterpiece, the True Demon Rigid Sword. Later he was acclaimed for his seven stars at the Divine Gear level. He was better than Gay Borg the Killer."

Seven Stars of Divine Gems... That's it! How sick are you of Ron and everything!

HAN ~ I know what it is.

To imagine, Ron Whatever praised Zanza with words masterfully. "This is the original sword that foresaw your arm. It's a divine gem seven stars," he said, costing me a fortune. What a leek state for a duck Zanza, even a middle-and-second patient, and confident in the arm of the sword.

I don't realize they grabbed me for such a defective product and fooled me.

Hmm. You wouldn't normally be convinced with a sword bought from an arms dealer that this looks like Zanza. This guy wants the original sword no matter how suspicious it may be, more than the authentic one out in the alley. In order to convince Zanza, I'm going to have to use the same method as Ron.

I cough up with Cohon and turn back to Zanza.

"Zanza, you're right. There can't be a sword in your arm rolling over to those weapons stores."

"... have you finally understood"

"Yeah, so. What do you want? I can make swords too. He's a famous blacksmith. I'll make you the sword you deserve."

"Hey, what the hell! Can you make a sword?

"Mochino. I have also shined in the Grand Prix in sword contests in the Evil Gods world. It's more certain than that Ron."

"Uh-oh! If it's a sword you make, I'd like to see it."

Yeah, I was easily fooled. Zanza is excited to roar. He's a cash guy. I wish an amateur like me made a sword but it was original. No, you don't. Seriously, maybe you think I took the grand prix in a sword contest.

How gullible is it? I'm getting a little worried about your future.

Anyway, Zanza's depressed appearance didn't sneak. Sorry about the sword my amateur made, but be patient. Well, that said, Ron, I can make about a better sword than any of them. That's all I can say. I guess I made it in one hassle, even with the booze, to see from that pompous sword.

"So do you want to make it fast"

"Mm-hmm. I asked for it."

That's how Zanza showed me her palm.

What? You want me to even look at your palms?

"Zanza, what?

"No, if you're gonna make my sword, you need to see my hand, right? Rombern stood still for seven days and watched my palms first."

Come on, that con man, he's hard to come by. I've been staring at my palms for seven days... well, don't let them fool you if you pretend you've put your hands on them that far.

I glimpse Zanza's palm.

Zanza, that's enough.

"What!? Enough is enough! I didn't see it for a second."

No, I can't stare at a guy's hands all the time. I'm not a faggot. Plus, seven days? I'm kidding. I'm not free.

"Zanza, a second is enough for me. See only palms for a week? That's the guy. Let me tell you something, Toshiro's a good place."

"Mmm, treat Rombern, a rare blacksmith, as an amateur. But that's what you said, Evil God. Probably true. Hehe, I look forward to the sword that can be raised."

Did I give you a little hurdle? Zanza's expectations have risen. Well, but for once, I can make it normal. At least a sword that won't break if I shake it with all my strength.

Then get your mind back on it and start making swords. Remove the evil god gold that had been placed from the shelf that had been closed. When I produced the magic flame, I set fire to it. A blackflame spreads across the sky.

Next slap the evil god gold heated with demon flame with a hammer.

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Blacksmiths strike iron ~

Kankankan, Kankankan, Konkankon, Konkankon ♪

Sprinkle and hit the iron like a loud singer in some nostril. The hammer that keeps hitting rhythmically and the squeaking tall metal sound match this song in a good way. "Strike the iron while it's hot," he used to say. Iron is hard to deform unless the iron being heated by demonic flames is beaten while it is hot. Some techniques strike iron quickly and accurately, but they also have strength.

And less than an hour of striking iron while continuing to sing a song......

"Huh, a little more."

Finish midway through the sword making process and take a breather. Zanza never got tired of watching me make it.

"Zanza, it still takes a little longer. You can have some free time somewhere."

"No, fine. I want to see how you make it."

How much do you like swords? Well, if you want a tour, you can do whatever you want. Fine-tune it later. Determine sword width and grip. Fix the unevenness and distortion of the thickness here. No fine work can be done with the gavel now. Use a slightly smaller medium gavel.

Medium hammer, medium hammer, where did you put it...

Oh, I found it. It was standing behind Zanza.

"Zanza, take the hammer in it. - No, fine."

"What? I won't shy away. They're making my sword. I'll do about this."

"No, don't hesitate... it's heavy. You can't have it."

"Don't be ridiculous. My arm is inferior to Po's, but I'm in the top of the Six Demons."

That's what Zanza tries to get the hammer behind her.

"These fifteen tons of hammers?

"That's right."

That's the same medium two diseases. You're not going in there.

Yes, all the tools in this cabin are listed in tonnes, not kilometres. It's a tool in a cabin that was prepared for patients with secondary illness. I expected that to happen.

Zanza handed me fifteen tons of hammer.

"That's fifteen tons, that's heavy."

"Be careful. Ol... I have a buddy named Ortizio, because he had it but he dislocated his shoulder for it"

"Heh, he seems like a guy. You wanted to feel good in front of you anyway."

"You know what?

"Oh, Camilla and I were close. The crew knows more or less."

A sad thought came from Zanza's mouth. It feels like a comrade who shared the same thoughts. You were close to Tim, the perverts (Nielsen), Ol, and the SS.

Xanza, you're still not good enough as Tim's lover... but I'll forgive you enough to play with him as a friend.

"Want to try Zanza too?

I made a suggestion about hammering Zanza with iron. Let's do swordmaking together as friends.

"Me?

"Yeah. It's my sword. You can make it yourself."

"So far you have shown the perfect finish. And yet amateurs like me are involved and the quality of their swords is degraded?

No, no, I'm an amateur, too. Or you're with whoever hits you because you just hit the iron. You're not? Well, it's an amateur handmade sword anyway. You don't need to think that deep. Besides, I'm going to fine-tune the size of the sword, so you better hit it while asking the person you're going to use it.

"Zanza, it's okay. I guarantee it."

"Okay."

Zanza nodded and received a hammer from me, striking the iron. I also use a spare hammer and hit the iron at the right time with Zanza. Zanza said she was an amateur, but the shaping and process of the sword was so knowledgeable that she couldn't compare to me. It tells me the important part when tapping, and I know when to bake it in. I had Drewas give you one lecture, but it was pretty appropriate around here. I knew it would be nice to draw Zanza in.

Then if you've been hitting Zanza and Iron for a while,

"Phew, phew"

Zanza's breath came up.

"Are you okay? Shall we take a break?

"Ha, ha, yeah, I'm fine. We can still do it."

"I don't care if they keep saying that..."

Zanza is sweaty. Well, if I had beaten fifteen kilometers of tonkachi without rest. That's what amateurs do.

"Evil God, you're not sweating a thing."

"Naturally, I work out differently."

"Right. That's an evil god..."

"Hey, stop calling me that evil god."

"Well, what can I call you?"

"Tyrea is fine."

"Become!? Let the enemy army generals call their names not long after you meet them!

"Yeah, I don't mind."

"... I won't honor you. I swear allegiance to the Demon King."

"Nothing's fine. Even I'm calling you out."

Zanza looks as if she was convinced, wondering if she looked surprised.

"... it's Tyrea"

"What?"

"No, Camilla came down to you. Camilla would be happy to make a deal with you and your sister-in-law."

Come on, let's slap him with a tonkaci? He wants me and Tim to be sister-in-law for whatever it is. You want to do something like a peach garden vow anyway. But you can't be my brother-in-law.

The sword making proceeded with such a crappy chat with Zanza. Along the way, I'll work on my own after Zanza has drained too much health and passed out.

And...

Done.

The work of my whole body. No - this full-bodied beauty. I might have a talent for production. I feel like I can say a treasure sword if I just say what it looks like, regardless of the sharpness and durability. It is a beautiful form that draws beautiful streamlines everywhere without distortion. I guess my aesthetic as a cook was still reflected in my body. Also, it's not just the sword. The sheath is also a special order that I coded with evil god gold. The decoration is also incredibly beautiful because it refers to a common treasure sword in the RPG of previous life.

I deliver the finished sword to the sheath and to Zanza.

"Zanza, this is your sword. What do you say?"

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"Zanza, what's wrong?

"Ko, it's not even a word. What... what sword did you show me?"

Oh, Zanza's crying. Are you so happy? Well, I guess so. I made it to my taste for two illnesses. I know exactly what you like. Besides, I got a handmade sword from a pretty girl. The joy will be all the same. I could fall in love like Tim, too.

"Anyway, don't break the knife with this."

"Huh. Too much. If I put this knife in front of you, you'll be nothing but a true devil's sword."

Come on, you even said you were a celebrity under the sky.

When Xanza received the knife, she said, "Ho!" or "Mmm!," he said, staring at himself and pretending. Yeah, I didn't think you'd be so happy. You said you really made it.

Then a few moments later, Zanza stands in front of me with a slight bareback gesture. The face is clear.

"How's the sword? I think I could have made a stronger sword than the True Demon Righteous Sword..."

"Very satisfied. You'll never meet a sword like this again."

"Yes, that's good"

"So, does this sword have a name?

Name or... Speaking of which, I haven't decided. Evil Gods Excalibur, Evil Gods Halvard, Evil Gods Xanagi...... some candidates come to mind but not pinned. It's a sword made by an amateur. An anonymous sword would be right.

"I haven't got a name yet. I wonder what an anonymous sword is."

"Right. This is my sword for me by me. It can't be a name or anything. If you're strong enough, you want to say Zanza's sword, right?

... Is that all right? I can't believe I put my name in it. Pretty much, I'm gonna hit you.

"If that's all you need."

"Huh." Zanza's Sword. "I like it."

That's exactly the name of the Sick Two Round. That's okay. If I'm satisfied, I won't say anything.

"Tilea at times"

"What?

"I got such a wonderful sword. I'm ready, too."

"Ready for what?

"Do you want to put it away? Would it be hard to calculate if you broke the sword?

What are you talking about, this guy? I didn't mean to. How many times do I know that was a defective product!

"Zanza, I've told you many times..."

"Huh, well, fine. I'll put it on you. The glory of this sword is so wonderful that it blows such thoughts."

Zanza laughs and recommends talking to herself. And if you correct your inability,

"Zanza of this march, why don't we go down to the Evil Gods Army"

That's right. It just happened.

"No, it's fine."

"What the hell!? Assuming I'm the corner of the Six Demons. If I fall back on the Evil Gods, the force map will flip. Victory leans."

"So what?

"Are you sure? If I miss this chance, I will be hostile to you. [M] How much damage do you think this sword would do to the Evil Gods?"

"No, so to speak! All sorts of people left, starting with Tim, didn't they? You'll be in trouble if we get out of here."

"Are you worried about the enemy?

"Yes, yes. The game doesn't come true without one. Unilateral one-sided games are boring."

"Let the heavenly hegemony be a game! Ha ha, I liked it. I like it. I still go down to the Evil Gods Army. Decided."

"No, I hope not!

"Just listen to me! Tyrea, I don't think there's that much difference between you and the Demon King, no matter how strong you are. For example, the number of legions decides to win or lose more than the power of the top is antagonistic. The mother of the Evil Gods army will be dominated by the Camilla squad. Indeed, the Camilla squad was the largest of the Demon King's armies. But still only about a quarter of the total. I may have captured and absorbed the other Legionnaires of the Six Demons, but still about a third. In contrast, even though the Demon King's Army has fallen, it has nearly twice the strength of the Evil Gods Army. I can't give you five minutes for not losing my legion. If you don't win the game and the heavenly hegemony, it doesn't make any sense."

Zanza has spit and talked with great momentum. Do you want to join the Evil Gods so much? Basically, the Evil Gods Army is an unrejectable attitude on the part of those who come, but they can't let you join the group saying, "Yes, really?" Because Mr. Hidler will be annoyed. Even if it wasn't, the Demon King's Army was in trouble with fewer members.

"I'm sorry about the power theory, but I really hope so."

"Mmm, why make it so bad? Really? Are you craving a souvenir?

"Well, it's certainly normal to bring confectionery folds when you say hello like this. But I didn't ask for anything. Because people are different."

"Let's be good. Hand and souvenirs (Hidler's neck) shall be prepared. Stay tuned."

Zanza threw up that discarded dialogue and left the cabin behind.

Yeah, let's wait and see if they say that much. I'd like something sweet anyway.