Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

Behind the guided shop, there was a blacksmith, quite full of enthusiasm.

So even muscular waving a hammer, but there is one skinny man who strikes his sword indifferently.

Seeing that, oh, this doesn't seem to work for a while, I thought.

Luca, who guided me,

"... I'm sorry. This may take a moment…. I think we'll be able to talk in an hour or so, so until then, if you could kill some time somewhere..."

And that's what I said I looked sorry for.

But I'm used to seeing clopes like this.

This is mostly what happens to him when he hits a weapon.

And when it does, it's mostly useless to talk to him.

In some cases, the hammer blow could fly over here, and I just have to leave him alone until the work comes to a paragraph.

I knew it. I...

"... No, no, no, no. Here, again, let me, let me, even?

Then Luca,

"Yeah, I don't mind...... rather, are you sure? There's nothing interesting here. Bored..."

That's what I've been asking, so I...

"Seeing as Kaji, Shiso, is… not…"

I answered that.

Luca gave a slightly surprised look, but quickly returned to her normal, then smiled slightly,

"Then there's a chair there, so take a tour. I'll bring you a drink."

That's what I said and left.

In fact, I like to see people do their jobs.

Whatever it is, there is something like a great stream in what a first-rate human does, because I feel like staring at it makes me see it.

Crope is undoubtedly a leading blacksmith, whose work feels like a kind of beauty.

I didn't think it was boring or anything like that.

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After a while, the sound of the blacksmith, which had been heard intermittently, rings and the tension, which was full of blacksmiths, fogs.

I stared at the sword Crope had been hitting, and laughed.

Probably made it satisfactory.

That's a good thing, as much as I think at the same time, Crope looks back,

"I'm sorry. They made me wait."

That's what I've been talking about.

Apparently I didn't realize it existed, not that I wanted to concentrate on blacksmiths but it was a late ignorance.

It is a task that cannot be stopped along the way, so it is rather natural and there will be no problems.

So I answer.

"... yes, no, kawawa, no... Funny, that was..."

To the answer, right in front of me, man, Crope laughed.

"Well, I thought it was unusual for Luca to bring you here... you sound like an interesting guy, don't you?

That's what I said.

That look on Crope's face, rather than that of a blacksmith, is even invincible as a warrior who finds his enemies, but even if it suits him.

It would feel like your face wasn't young, it was in front of your forties.

They look considerably older than Luca, but the truth is, they don't change their age very much.

Apparently, that's because no one can ask Luca about her age directly, and the only ingredient that Crope once said, "He's my childhood friend," was the only ingredient to guess her age.

By the way, although I asked him directly about his age, he might not know where he was... but he had to grab a question for an intimidating smile.

I mean, that's why you won't tell me.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, I don't know, but... make me, uh, hey, hey, hey..."

"Oh, made to order? But I should have arranged quite a few types of swords in the store...... They're all confident. You don't have to bother asking for a bespoke order with a high value, but if you look, there's got to be something for you."

I'm just saying that this word from Crope sounds like a no dialogue, depending on what you hear, because that tone doesn't blur slightly, but you don't actually have to just waste it.

He has a sharp face, a sharp gaze, and he is just a man who seems to be able to cry just staring at people, so much so that every word he speaks sounds threatening or intimidating, but I know the contents are surprisingly gentle.

So I'll respond without worrying about him.

"Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on."

"Blame...... holy chi. What are you, a priest by the looks of it? Then there's a familiar blacksmith."

"Because, shit, but I don't... I can, I can, I can"

"No way, have it all, huh?!?... right, I see. Then you can't have it in store... Luca will pass it through. You have the money, don't you?

"Ten, ten, but, you know, a carpet, a thing, can, can,"

"I guess so if Luca says... Okay, okay. Quick, but let's talk about it. Including those on the budget."

That's what Crope said, he brought another chair from somewhere, followed it with him to the little table, and he started talking.

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"... here's the thing. I need to make some adjustments, so I'll call you each time, okay?

"Kama, wow, no"

"Okay. Well, that's a deal. Nice to meet you."

That's what Crope has said and offered his hand.

I guess that means shaking hands.

I was lost for a moment.

This hand is the hand of the immortal.

When I touched it, there seemed to be a lot of problems.

But the tour was a flash, too.

I can't talk to Crope about me being immortal.

It's just...

I shook Crope's hand back,

"Mama, let, let"

That's what I said.

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A customer leaves through the door.

An unusual customer.

of a mask on the robe.

But after that, there was a shadow of a young man who used to come to this store until recently.

But......

"Ooh, Luca. What's the matter? Weird face."

From behind, my husband and the lord of this store, Crope, smiled with a sinister smile. Yes, he spoke to me.

I look back and answer.

"... you know that, right? That's..."

to me cut the words along the way, Crope said,

"... well. I haven't seen him in the city or in a liquor store lately, and I was wondering where he's been... but he's been very troublesome."

"How could you not rely on me? We don't have that much credibility?

To the words he said sadly and accidentally, Crope rubs his jaw and answers.

"I think so...... oops, it's a joke, a joke"

Crope hurriedly waves and excuses herself when she notices me about to cry.

So, what do you mean, and when you just visit with your gaze, Claude,

"... you think this is gonna be annoying, don't you? I don't know why you wear that robe and have to wear a mask, but maybe you're cursed of something. When he's cursed, he's going to come out with the kind of guy who puts his ass on our martial arts performance, and in the first place, he's the one who puts those kind of customers in the store. I don't know who you are, I didn't know you were cursed, you can't go in there again, you know, like we're gonna have no problem saying later or something like that."

"That's not true! You wouldn't do that, would you?

untouched, and approaching me with intimidation, Clope said,

"... of course. Nothing, I don't care. I don't care what the guy told me. It's just that he's a guy with that kind of water odor. That's good. Turns out he's alive. Let him do whatever he wants for a while. You just have to make me throw up one of these days... at least you said something to make me smell who I am. I didn't say for sure, but I guess the neighborhood was the limit of his concessions... and it looks like he's gonna come to us the same way"

They told me, I was, I think.

It has all the magic, chi, and sanctity that is quite rare, and it goes in and out of Lorraine's house.

That's quite a tip, though.

That must have been what you said to us on purpose.

It's just, of course, that's all, I don't know what happened.

Maybe there was something very unspeakable about people.

Still, it would be forgiven to think that you came to us for weapons... because you have that much trust.

I told my husband who made me understand that,

"Right... right"

That's what I said, soaking up tears that seemed to fade away.