Glory to Earth Magic

The day after I bought clay in Wangdu, I quickly practice with normal clay.

The clay of this world was no different from the clay of the earth, and it was a normal clay.

I practice trying to get my dog, cat, etc. back into their deformed form, especially for no purpose.

I still have a 5 year blank, but unlike my previous body, my current body is small, and my hands are naturally small, so detailed work is difficult inside.

While struggling badly, I manage to regain some reckoning and think about building something a little closer to the figure, but there I realize.

"Speaking of which, this world is internet...... I mean, computer nephew"

When I was on Earth, I didn't make the original animated heroine based on images I picked up online.

Even though the civilization of this world is progressing somewhat, there is no computer on the boulder.

For a moment, I thought about making my own, but I couldn't help but have one in the first place, and I don't know if I have any ingredients. Besides, when I thought about it, I couldn't make my own computer.

Unless, at the very least, you have some kind of model photo, but you don't have a camera...

"…… No, wait. Sure the camera itself hasn't been around for quite a while.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Besides, there might be at least a camera in this world because of the money-making technology.

I will go to my mother without you.

Mother was having a colloquial conversation with her father, who was returning from Wang Du.

"Oh, Aruba! What can I do for you?

My father smiles refreshingly when he realizes I exist.

He's as handsome as he would have been jealous of dying if this hadn't been inside him.

Well, thanks to a couple of beautiful men and women, I was handsome enough to say beautiful boys, too.

When I saw my face, I almost became a narcissist.

A neutral face on the same red hair as my parents. If I stretched out my hair and dressed as a woman, I wouldn't feel uncomfortable talking about a girl.

In my previous life, I graded it a little sweet and it was about the bottom face inside, so I am really grateful to my parents right now.

We talked a little bit, but he talked to such a good-looking father, and I smile and answer.

"Yes! Hey, Dad. Don't you have a camera?

"Camera?"

Dad puts a question mark over my head in my words.

"He's the guy who pushes a button about this size and he comes out with one elaborate picture..."

Explain it. I'll explain it plainly.

This is the kind of thing that I usually use, and when I try to explain it in different cultures, I don't get any extra words.

Father and mother clap their hands at me for thinking and thinking a lot about my explanation.

"Oh, you mean the magic projector? Maybe."

It's kind of a name that seems to repel ghosts in a certain horror game.

I don't know why it's a Japanese-style name, but it's probably a different name, but maybe my brain translates it easily.

My father brings something like a polaroid camera when I think he's been out of his seat for a while.

"Maybe this is what Aruba's talking about? Push this button to keep the landscape you want to preserve in view as you peek through this hole, and you'll get a piece of paper with a picture that looks like you cut that landscape out."

Saying so, Dad pushes the button as he sets up something like a camera and looks at me.

After sounding similar to Kashari and Shutter sounds, something like a photograph comes out of the camera and Dad gives it to me.

When I looked at what I was given, it was just inferior to the Earth's camera, but there was a picture of my face with an abalone face.

"It's been a while since I've used it, but it still seems to work. Good."

My father tells me that I'm not used to taking pictures in this world and that this camera was made by some strange and famous inventor. There are only a few in the world.

It was my first ear here, but my father seems to have no eyes for such an unusual invention or something, and the camera also used to compete off at auctions.

"I bought it, but I'm just satisfied with the view. It was just an antique. And you know this very well."

"Huh? Uh, yeah! I wanted to model someone with clay, but I couldn't hold someone back for that on a boulder, so I was wondering if there was anything I could do to shape it."

While I am inside, it is an excuse for impossibility.

In the first place, I'm not that smart, so even if I'm expected to drive, I'm in trouble.

But my parents, who are fond of you, have no doubt about it.

"I see that's why you did it. Alba is sweet."

"Hehe, I'm sure he looks like you."

"Come on, you can light it up."

My father and mother are flirting with each other by showing off their rear plenty despite my presence in front of them.

What a complicated mood to see your own parents snooze.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Alba, I didn't forget you!

My father, who noticed my gaze, smiles like a fix when he coughs with Gohon. Well, let's just leave it at that.

"Er... and yes! I'll do this to you!

My father smiled and gave it to me when he caught his eye on the magic projector in an attempt to deceive me earlier.

"Eh? Is that okay?

"Oh, blah, blah, blah. My dad forgot about this, too. This guy would be more than happy to have it effectively utilized than it is placed as a collection. It's a gift from my father."

I was just hoping I could borrow this. I'm honestly happy with this.

With this, you should be able to make all sorts of things.

However, I have to prepare my own model.

Then I ask my father for an explanation about the magic projector.

As the name suggests, this is powered by the user's magic power and when he takes a picture, he converts the magic power into a picture and outputs it.

If you're just listening, I think it's amazing technology, but it's probably only worth the fact that the inventor is a freak and a maniac substitute to say that there's no photographic habit.

In fact, my father didn't really care about technology either, and he only seemed to recognize it to a great extent.

But I decided to take care of it because I knew exactly what it was worth.

It's pretty hard to say you don't need film unless my magic power runs out.

I quickly take pictures of my father and mother on camera from all angles.

The first model was meant to be a father and a mother.

When I took a few pictures, I thanked the two of them and quickly returned to my room to start producing them.

If you want to pose something, you will need an extra process, but this time it is also rehab, so make it a simple pose.

First, it will be made into a mannequin with stone powder clay, and detailed adjustments will be made with sculpture knives and the like while looking at the photographs.

Because I only make it out of hobbies, there are parts of my own flow, so let me skip describing the detailed work process.

For the first time in a long time, I struggle badly to create a full-scale figure while forgetting time and immersing myself.

Stone powder clay, like paper clay, is characterised by hardening when it touches the air.

From there, add clay and repeat fine-tuning.

In the meantime, it was dinner time where the basic form was formed, so I kept working until before I ate and slept.

The next day, he turned down his father, who invites him to play with his puppy-like eyes, because he's part of his magic training.

My dad used to play with me, but when he heard about his magic training, he wouldn't be strong enough to get out of the room with a shovon. I don't know which one is the child with this.

After that, I continued to concentrate on my work, and over the course of a day, my parents' figures were finally completed.

I haven't applied the colour yet so it remains white, but I made it in real tone so it looks more like a plaster statue and somewhat artistic.

When it comes to making it... Well, considering the hands and blanks of a 5-year-old, it would be better.

I'll go show my parents the figure I finished quickly.

"Oh, Aruba. Enough training?

When I see my mother in the hallway, she talks to me.

"Yes. It's finished, so I thought I'd show it to my father and mother."

"Heh heh, I was messing with you like a kid that you wouldn't play if he were you, so you can play plenty later. So I'm saying it's done... is..."

That said, my mother takes a serious look at my figure.

"Hey, hey...... Alba. Are you sure you made this?

"Yes, I worked hard to build it while looking at the pictures!

"…… Mercriau!

Mother suddenly screams and calls Father for what she thinks.

"Holy shit, I called you out loud like that... I was having a lonely holiday without my son dealing with me."

You're a child!

I put a scratch in my heart when I show up and say something like a child.

"Because that's good. Look at this! Aruba built it!

"Which... Seriously?

Dad looks at the figure his mother showed him and compares me to the figure.

"Hey, I wonder if this kid has any artistic talent..."

"No… clay is literally dirt. Maybe it has something to do with attributes."

My parents are talking to each other.

but I felt a little sorry for hearing it.

I haven't enjoyed my hobby in a long time, so I was tense, but when I calm down and think about it, if a 5-year-old suddenly creates something like this, I might think he's a genius if he doesn't know what's going on.

What I'm good at is making figures, not being picturesque.

Even if it can be drawn, it's full of simulations and tresses.

So I have trouble even if they think I'm a genius because of my artistic relationship, so I decided to let them use what I heard earlier.

"Uh... I felt like I knew what it was like to be dirty, so I made it exactly the way it was. I'm sure it has something to do with earthly attributes."

I lie like that because it's many times better to be thought of as talented in earthly attributes than to be considered a genius in an art relationship.

"Look, look. I knew it had something to do with earthly attributes!

Dad seems happy with my words.

"Between this and good, maybe Aruba still has a talent for earthly attributes"

Dad snorts unh as he is convinced.

On that day, I spent the evening being praised for the figure's work.