Seiun wo Kakeru

When it comes to starting to hit, it doesn't start unless you hit the iron.

Confirm that enough fire has turned on the charcoal and bring the prepared iron to the furnace.

They are the so-called soft iron, the subway, with little carbon.

"Parents, what are you going to make today?

"I've decided what to make every year on this day. Five swords and saws:" Nokiri "," Sickle "," Natha "and" Kuwa ". I'll just make a miniature of this with soft iron."

"Well, that won't help."

"Right. You can't use it."

"Is it a waste?

"Maybe, but it doesn't mean anything."

Age was placed at the entrance to the blacksmith, and saw the iron chair.

It is set up for guests and boasts the meaning of keeping visitors there and not letting them go inside any further, as well as the goodness of the product.

The iron chair, which uses a lot of loose curves, was processed even after it could be done, and now the leather is stretched.

It has a modern shape and is a delicacy that combines look and function.

"The miniatures I started hitting are to be decorated in front of the blacksmith's door. Both chairs and miniatures will be part of the publicity to show their arms."

"I see."

"No matter how much good stuff you make. If it's not shown in a good way, they often don't know it's true goodness... All the miniatures you make to that are deep into the blacksmith. An indispensable ritual, from a relational point of view."

"By making it to start hitting, do you make this every year?

"Yeah. At first, in front of the gate. After that, line up next to each other. It can change from year to year, and you can see the skill of the maker, and even then it can be a judgment material."

Most importantly, there would be no more publicity at the moment than to make a good product, the status quo that we can only handle our own iron.

The only reason I make it after I figure it out is purely because I want to take care of the customs that my ancestors passed on to me.

Age, who cares more about modern study than anyone else, values the teachings of his ancestors because there is still a field of people, unreachable even with the latest technology.

"Come on, let's make it"

"That's the first hammer of the year."

"It's been a long time, 'cause I wouldn't know if it was a bad move."

"Ugh. Gambarimus."

"What, there's no forge or blade. It's not hard, and it won't take that long."

Pull the string Age is pulling down from the ceiling.

The sound of the water flowing, the sound of the gigigi and the woods, the sound of the gear, creeps into the blacksmith.

The water wheel turns and the gear moves.

The cut charcoal begins to burn red.

"As usual, take a good look at the iron temperature"

"Yes! I like the moment when this wind sends and the fire turns red."

"I like it, too. Maybe all the blacksmiths see this flame and calm their minds"

"Seeing the flames is the secret to a blacksmith's moves."

"Good manufacturing has a secret. It's a good opportunity, so I'll tell you what."

"What is that? I'm so curious."

"Being unconscious in trying to make"

"If you didn't try to make it, you wouldn't be able to?

You want to brush your arms as soon as possible.

The look on Pietro's face, which sparkled his eyes and waited for words, raises doubts at once.

Consider the words, taking a careful look at the temperature changes in the iron material.

How the hell would I best convey a unique feeling?

"If you heat it up because you're tired of stretching it, you lose carbon and lose solidity, right?

"Yes, when the spark is scattered, there is evidence that carbon is missing."

"Well done"

"Eh heh. Thank you."

"Try to make it hard, lower the temperature, it won't stretch forever, it just hurts my back and shoulders. Iron has a suitable temperature. There's an iron degree."

"The desired temperature of iron......"

"Then I can do something easy and good. Depending on the amount of carbon, it is difficult to get the desired temperature different. I'll make it the temperature each iron wants. Too low in red like sunset. It's too expensive when it turns yellow like a lemon. The most colors are like minkan. Just about now."

The iron is heated and emitting light.

It emits light in subtle oranges: oranges or minkans.

Dim blacksmiths like snowy days can easily see the reddish colour of iron.

Grab the hot iron with a fire scissor and move it to the gold.

Beat it small with a hammer.

A hammer held by a parent is like a conductor stick in a performance.

Push, pull.

Hit it fast, hit it hard, and here it is fine and discreet - signal the forerunner of the disciple with a hammer, not a word.

The loud noise that keeps hitting the iron gets in the way. Too slow to rely on words.

So I can put all my intentions into the hammer I slap.

If Age taps it to stretch vertically, Pietro swings in that direction.

If you decide it's not enough slapping, signal him to slap it there.

Age dictates, Pietro slaps faithfully.

Lightly, rhythmically...

The sound of iron playing is sometimes high and low at times, as if playing one piece of music.

If the iron cools down, the work stops and I put it in the furnace again to send the wind.

Only for a while can I breathe. Forge is this repetition.

"Same goes for hammers. While I'm shaking and tapping with my arms, I can't do anything good yet. The hammer is an extension of my hand, and I know immediately what iron feels like, and the hammer is waving on its own instead of my hand... if I feel that way, it's a big deal."

"How can I do that?

"Making a lot. Always thinking about iron"

"So you're trying so hard to gamble"

"Mm-hmm. It's a shame, but a little different"

"That's..."

"The colors are changing. Yes, resume work"

Block the words and put iron on the gold once more.

Iron is of paramount importance for temperature control.

Above all else than conversation, I'll beat you at the temperature the iron wants.

In that sense, blacksmiths are busy.

Because work moves at the convenience of iron, not at this convenience.

Iron has been stretched, roughly but in the form of a sword.

It's only miniature, so it can be done very quickly compared to when you make a larger size one.

Put iron in the furnace again.

As I waited for that moment, Pietro resumed his words.

"What can I do besides work hard?

"I mean, do you really think about what it means to wave a hammer? Have you ever thought about how you're being instructed to beat this?

"No......"

"Have you ever felt firmly the change in recoil coming back to the hammer when the temperature is subtly cooling?

"No, sir."

"Well, that's normal. Because so did I."

Age used to be taught a similar way.

If you hold on from the beginning to the way you think, it's what you call a genius.

"Next time, you should feel that. Changes in the sound that iron can make, changes in recoil, and the stiffness of how it takes to grind. It all makes sense, and it all changes with how conscious you work with it."

"Okay. I'll try."

The guy who doesn't bend the navel grows, pointing out where it doesn't lead.

Agee smiles bitterly, thinking about how she would have been.

There were many times when studying in college was of no use in a blacksmith.

Zara ignores the baking instructions given by the steel manufacturer.

I struggled a lot between knowledge and reality, but still, what my parents say is absolute.

What is it, the parent does better (...) than himself (...) (...) (...) (...) (...).

If I regret it, I'll have to pull it out with my arm.

When I could make something that would go quite satisfactorily, my father let me make it freely.

Link the knowledge you have learned yourself to the phenomenon in front of you.

It doesn't work at first. Reality, theory and devising to bite.

- Let's do it.

How proud was that one word.

"You made it. Good day, you'll be tired."

"No, it's okay."

"You don't have to. You've never shaken a hammer from start to finish, have you?

As Pietro waved his tired arms and wiped the sweat running down his forehead, he heard a loud chicken roar from the outside.

It's a noon signal.

The rooster rings three times a day, tomorrow morning, noon and evening, becoming the village clock.

I guess it's one of those territorial fights or charm fights, when one of them sounds, one other male after the other.

"It's a good time. Let's grab lunch and take a break for a while. He'll be bringing lunch soon."

"Okay."

I'm telling you I'm going out to the blacksmith today, so Tania was supposed to visit the blacksmith with lunch boxes or ingredients.

As he wiped the sweat and cleaned the charcoal on his body, Tania's appearance was on his doorstep.

I have a cage in my hand.

"Age, I brought you lunch."

"Thanks for everything. What's today?

"The pizza that Age taught me."

"Oh, that's good. You're with Tania. Let's eat together."

"I'll be with you."

"You look happy"

"'Cause it's been a long time since we ate together until lunch, hasn't it?"

"It's been different since the winter."

When Tania, who visited the fire in good time, took the bread and cheese from the basket and the onions carved into the salami, they moved out tightly and put them in a frying pan.

(11) Move the "fudge" to burn the charcoal strongly.

Using a blacksmith's furnace to make a little grilled fish or something is a little useful for even modern blacksmiths.

Meals baked with charcoal are so delicious that they are not comparable to gas.

And the blacksmith always hangs Yakan on the furnace to prevent air drying.

So you can always drink tea hot.

Age prepares the tea, Tania watches the frying pan and waits for the pizza to be served.

Eventually, the smell of baking bread mixes with the good smell of cheese and salami and drifts with the pun.

"Oh... that smells good"

"Pietro's no good. This is my lunch with Tania."

"Let it smell like this. It's biocidal..."

When I let him cleverly belly up, Pietro was visibly depressed by things like disappointment.

Ha, and depressed looks like a dog dripping his ears and tail, adorable.

Even so, I'm not being mean to you.

"Well, Pietro will deliver lunch soon, too.... whoa, rumors."

"She's here."

"He's just a child molester, not her..."

Hello and I heard you say hello out loud.

It was the adorable girl who slipped out the front door.

As soon as I saw that figure, Pietro's back trembled for a moment.

"Pietro, I brought it with you."

"Oops. Thanks."

Eat with me.

"Look, Sarah, sit on this chair."

Tania slaps the chair next to Pietro, and when Sarah nods loudly, she sits on the chair.

Sarah and Pietro fall into the pattern of a semi-permissive daughter-in-law determined by their parents. By the way, his father is Bernardo, the farmer.

If it is too incompatible or someone else likes it, it will also be changed, but I'm probably not worried about it.

Pietro with a flashing look, but if you observe closely, you can tell it's due to lightness rather than dissatisfaction.

When you open the lunchbox, there are dried grapes and walnuts in the sturdy bread.

The absence of meat or eggs would be an addition to or subtraction from today's contributions.

Age was the first winter, but the harshness of winter was historical compared to spring to autumn.

The snow accumulation also reduced the frequency of hunting and the amount of protein going to the village was clearly reduced.

Large quantities of cheese, yogurt, dried meat, ham, bacon, and the wheat that was used after the harvest disappear from the reservoir day by day.

I could not wait to complete the livestock farmhouse, which could be expected to increase livestock.

"Age, you're done. Ahem."

"Don't let it light up in front of the children."

"Ahem."

"Um, Mr. Tania?

……

"Ah, uh. Ho, ho. Ho ho ho."

"If it tastes like it, how about it?

My anxious eyes looked up and I was swimming with Kyotokyoto.

It's delicious.

"Oh good......!

The cheese melts trolls in my mouth.

The intense flavour is more mellow than the commercially available cheese, and the flavour is firm.

Fired onions have just a touch of tingling and sweetness and the smoothness of the olive oil adds up to quite delicious.

Even after being taught a variety of recipes, Tania needs a little creativity every day.

You got a good wife.

In return for the embarrassment and joy, when Age takes a piece of pizza, uh, he turns back.

My mouth opens so small that I can gently peel just at the tip of the pizza.

"Hey, it's delicious, isn't it?

"... I'm embarrassed and I don't know what it tastes like"

"Well, let's try it again"

"It's embarrassing."

"It's okay. I did it once, and it won't change once or twice."

"E, Age, I (...) I (...) Rinse with too much expression!

"I guess. Maybe so. I'm not sure how I am right now."

I recommend pizza over and over because my eyes are shyly narrowed and I want to see that look on my face.

I shook my neck to the side to dislike it, but I didn't allow it.

My shy expression is tamaranai.

One slice. Make sure you eat it to the end.

Ugh, and Agie calms down and drinks tea as she sees Tania expressing her grief with a lying cry.

I indulged...

He looked so cute eating mumps like a squirrel.

The hands of Pietro and Sarah, who should have been eating the same next door, are stopped.

"Hey, Sarah."

"What, Pietro?"

"I may be newlywed, but mundane, are you so flirtatious next to a child?

"Are you jealous? We'll do it, too. Yes, uh!

"Because it's not! It's not like that. It's kind of like destroying my parents' previous respect."

"I think it would be nice if I could do my job."

"I wonder..."

"You'd rather think so, wouldn't you, Siawase?

"Ugh... if I believe anything"

"More than that, won't you eat it? Yes, uh."

"Oh, wow."

The anguish of a serious disciple who is distressed by the dignity of his parents is fine with Sarah.

Pietro deepens the quality of distress to statements that poke at the child's specific nature.

Pietro had no choice but to accept, with no response, the tens that rolled out into that gap or the kind of upliftment that seemed to have been aimed at.

Feed the contents of one lunch after another so that the parent bird feeds the chick.

A sweet, nauseating space spread over an iron-smelling blacksmith.

- The finished miniature was then safely decorated on the front door.

He said it had such strange properties that it was warm and causing celibacy that it did not seem to be an iron product that made him feel inorganic.