Chapter 8: 8 one's first production

Speaking of which, what's your name?

Camija.

She's called Saamya?

It's a nice name.

......

What's up?

I don't like it. It's too cute. I liked it better when it sounded strong.

Like ...... Gonzalez?

f*ck.

Cámara blurts out. Next thing you know, you're on the bed laughing your ass off.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha! What the hell is that? You have no taste! Hahahahahaha ！！！！

"Shut up. This is the only sense my parents didn't give me.

I reply with a resentful face.

The only weakness is the lack of naming sense, which could not be improved even after living for a little more than 40 years in the previous world. Maybe I should have gotten the cheats from ...... along with all the other stuff.

I'm not sure what to make of that. It suits you.

Ugh, thank you, .......

The crow that cried has already laughed, the tiger that laughed is already embarrassed.

Now, I'm going to get some water. I'm going to be out of the house for a bit. Are you okay?

Yeah, ......, but first...

What? What is it?

I didn't get your name.

Yeah. Eizo Tanya.

Eizo Tanya. That was my name.

Sounds like a Northerner. Do you have a family name?

"......, yeah.

"According to my knowledge of the installation, the human race similar to Asians in the previous world lives in the north, not the east. This is why they are called northerners.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. There aren't many people around here who even have family names, so it was unusual.

"No, it's okay. Don't worry about it. It's just that you understand why I'm starting a blacksmith shop in this weird place.

"Oh. You're in a tough spot, too.

Not really.

For now, though. But I'll leave it at that.

So it would be nice if you could just call me by my name.

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"Yeah, I will. Eizo.

"Thank you, Samija,

Hang two medium-sized, empty water jars from the ends of a pole. It looks like a transporting turtle with a hole in its mouth and a rope through it.

It looks heavy: ......

But if I can't do this, it will affect my future life. Samija will help you, but if you rely on that, you'll be stuck when she can't.

I was determined to carry the pole on my shoulder.

Contrary to my expectations, the two eyes were light. Not quite featherweight, but at most they felt like the big poly buckets of the former world. Is there such a light ware?

"No, it's not. This is ......

The water jars are light, so the water jars are not as strong as they should be. Is this the level of strength you need to live in this world? Or is it .......

It's probably not a good time to think about that. Water for now. I headed to the lake.

About a half hour round trip, I went to the lake, filled two water jars and finished my "routine" of coming back. Even though the jars were of good capacity, they were not too heavy to move on the way.

It seems that my muscles are getting stronger.

I've been wondering why this was, ever since I found out, but after eating breakfast (beans and salted meat soup) with Samija and chasing her back to her bedroom where she needed to heal her wounds, when I finally got down to blacksmithing, I found out why.

I thought about what I wanted to make first and decided to make a small knife. Large ones take longer and, more importantly, you have to get used to the knowledge and skills of "installation".

So I thought it would be better to make a lot of small things.

I magically fill the fire pit with fire and wait for the charcoal to catch fire. Once it's lit, I manipulate the bellows to bring it up to a temperature where it can be forged when the iron is put in.

I don't know if it is a service or not, but there is a 4 cm wide and 1 cm thick iron plate at the place where the materials are placed.

Manipulate the bellows again and raise it to the proper temperature. When it reached the right temperature, I took it out and beat it with a hammer to forge it. This is when I knew. It's too obvious, but this is when it takes muscle power.

I see.

With a grin, tap the sheet of steel you want to make into a knife, forming it into a shape. With each tap, glittering lights scatter. It's similar to the process of a Japanese sword, but this time I won't work so delicately. I don't think I can do it in the first place.

Once it's just right, leave it to cool. While it's cooling, it's lunch.

We'll have a leisurely lunch and then I'll ask Samija if there's a city nearby. They say there's a town about a quarter of a day from here, but not big. You can probably do a day trip there, but it's a full day's work. .......

I'll continue when I throw Samija into the bedroom again. The process is nearing its end, though. The fire is not completely extinguished, but the temperature is still low, so you need to add some charcoal to raise the fire again. You will need to secure the charcoal.

With Japanese swords, this process is done at night to determine the temperature by the color of the flames, but in my case, I was able to determine the temperature even when the sun was still high, probably due to the influence of the maximum amount of blacksmithing in addition to the "installation".

Once I got the knife base up to the proper temperature, I put it in water and quench it. Hardening. This time, the part of the knife that is not to be hardened is not coated with clay.

After quenching, the knife is sharpened with a whetstone, which is the first product of this workshop.

I did not make the "hilt" as it is not intended to be practical. The "handle" is also bare iron in the form of a plate, but when it's time to use it, you can wrap some string around it.

Right now, it's important that this thing is finished, anyway.

For now, I'll have to test its sharpness. It's not intended for practical use, but it's useless if it can't cut at all. I put the bundle of straw on the firewood before I broke it open and swung the knife down.

The straw bundle snapped off with a snap.

...... wood instead of the stand. What the hell is going on here .......

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