Weakest Occupation “Blacksmith” Become The Strongest

My goodbye to Lynn was a light one.

Later, a person from the church came to the inn and explained the situation.

Lynn's parents didn't hold back strongly if Lynn was willing.

Because I knew it was useless to do so.

It seems that Lynn will now be enrolled in school and will receive guidance on knowledge, combat.

Only one relief was that there were four other brave men this year.

That's why they say the great people of the country are so excited.

... Well, it didn't have anything to do with me.

The topic about Lynn was exciting for about the first week.

The adventurers visiting the inn had decided to give her the topic, but now she's settled.

I also went back to my life helping with my inn work as usual.

The absence of Lynn only made my job a little harder, but that was also solved by hiring a new part-timer.

The newly entered byte is a woman and her name is Meir. Son of the Beast Clan, age fifteen.

He was an adorable guy and was soon becoming a billboard daughter in an inn.

When I saw that Lynn had been in the place where she had been, I thought she was going to change the information.

Very busy today.

There are many adventurers who visit the dining room. Because the inn where there was a brave man named Lynn made it just a little more popular.

It was when the customer was cleaning the table he had returned from.

I hear Mr. Meir screaming and I give him a face.

Looks like Mr. Meir dropped a plate, and there was a plate scattered all over the floor.

I had to rush to clean it, but Mr. Meir seemed to be in a hurry.

"Mr. Meir, I'll take care of the cleaning, so please clear that table over there."

"Ah, oh! Shh, sorry. No, no!"

Mr. Meir bowed his head many times with Pekopeko and turned to you in a hurry.

It was when I went to get the cleaning tools and grabbed the big pieces.

"Destructable using a Creative Hammer. You'll be able to make new dishes. '

What the fuck?

I lean my neck to the voice I heard suddenly.

There are only noisy adventurers around.

I don't know, you mean the artifact, right? You mean use this?

I took out the hammer and tapped the fragment.

Then I heard my voice again.

"Do you contact or retrieve the material, dish fragments?"

No one bothered to speak to me.

... Definitely sounding in your head.

"Do you want to collect dish fragments?"

I don't know, shall I try to collect it?

When I touched it with my hammer, the plate fragments disappeared.

... can this be done all by touching it?

I'll try and touch the other fragments.

Then all the fragments disappeared somewhere.

... I don't know why.

It's just, well, it's easy to clean, so let's do it.

The day's work was done, then an hour later.

The dining room was completely quiet and I was cleaning up.

As I was cleaning the dining room, Mere, who joined me, came down with her head as she rocked her dog ears and tail.

"Fuck, Relius! Thank you so much for today! Thanks!"

"Nothing like that is fine. Just be careful."

"Ah, oh!... I'm really, really sorry"

Pekopeko and Mr. Mere, who bows his head many times.

... Speaking of which, I didn't care then, what happened to those plate fragments?

"Do you want to create dishes using dish fragments?"

... Huh?

Again, I heard voices then.

There was only Mr. Meir on this occasion, and she was desperate to clean the dining room.

That means something in me must still be causing it.

Creating a plate...... I'm not sure, do you want to try it?

When I asked him to follow that voice, the next moment, I knew I could have a plate in my brain.

... What the hell is this?

When I thought about whether I could take out the plate, a plate appeared in front of me.

… it was the dish used in the store itself.

As I leaned my neck, Mr. Meir noticed this way.

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?"

"Uh, no. That. I just happened to have a plate left. I'm gonna clean up a little bit."

"Oh, really? And... I'll do the rest of the cleaning. Relius, can we go up first?"

"Is that true? Then, please."

We usually do it together until the end, but I could be a little concerned.

After I clear the tools, I'm going back to my room.

If it's possible... definitely this blacksmith, right?

A blacksmith who hadn't thought about anything since it was Lynn's mess or something.

... or I didn't think I needed to think about it.

Because blacksmiths are one of the least necessary professions in the world.

I thought about the blacksmith in my head.

"Blacksmith"

Level 1 1/10

... What's this?

There shouldn't have been any such representation before.

I'm not sure what the numbers mean.

It was when I looked around me with my neck tilted.

"What the hell!?"

I wanted to raise my voice unexpectedly.

Because what was in the room came out with letters that could and could not be created.

All the big things like the bed I'm sitting in right now are impossible to create, but only if it's about a pillow.

Basically all the other trinkets seemed creatable.

However, there appear to be two conditions.

One is that everything needs to be destroyed once and for all with a createhammer.

The other one seems to need material to be material.

When I saw what I could create, it also said what material I needed. However, it seems that you can also disassemble what you destroy as material, so once you destroy it, it doesn't seem to be a problem.

I'm getting a headache with those letters that fill my vision.

"... can't it be a little easier to see?"

You know, just recognizing what I wanted to create.

The moment I thought that way, a ton of letters disappeared from my sight.

No way...

I try to create it, and I turn my gaze to the plate I keep in my hand.

… can be created, the letter appears.

Much easier to look at than just now.