Seiun wo Kakeru

The day after the rally, Age and Pietro had come to the blacksmith.

You can shake it. It's to make a spear tip.

I decided not to build weapons to kill people.

But if it's to protect yourself from the beast, it's not the story.

Since then, I've also figured out a way not to let people use it in battle with each other.

"As soon as the commotion clears up, we just have to beat it back to something else."

"May I help you, Parent?"

"No. I'm running out of time today, so I'm gonna use the hydraulic hammer from the start. Pietro will first sharpen the pattern and focus on sharpening it."

"Okay."

If I beat it back, the iron would be reduced for that matter, but I couldn't think of any more ways to reconcile my beliefs with the status quo.

Focus on the weapon that makes you feel.

You won't need a big spear tip.

With just the hardness to pierce the wolf's skin and the sharpness, the rest is better as light as possible.

No soldier has ever done an archery before.

Easy to handle double-edged, and if not light, it will quickly bat.

Even though I have some experience, I don't think I can deal with many of them because they would be amateurs enough.

Plus big stuff takes time to make.

I decided that it would be more helpful to build a number of quality weapons for that matter.

Age's work from there was quick.

Anyway, the hydraulic hammer is suitable for folding forges.

With pressure that is impossible no matter how it is in the power of man, it extends the gung and the iron.

That speed is many times faster than Pietro waving a great hammer.

Fold back, stick together, stretch, and fold back again.

That's how we make the layers, make the gold.

Make steel in the same way and cover with blade gold.

One or two tasks a day, if only hand-held, succeeded in creating five by using a hydraulic hammer.

The spear head is made for short spears of about 20 cm.

It is slightly thickened and the angle of the blade is large, as it is okay to have the blade missing immediately.

They are all the same shape, size, and there is nothing to doubt when it comes to making machines.

Only one of them was an exception, a large spear with a long blade tip.

If I was proud of my power, I would have had this spear waved.

"My parents are out there, too, right?"

"Yeah. I don't know how useful it can be."

"Just be careful with the injuries. I still have to tell you from my parents."

"I'll work with my own safety first. I'm not sure I can fight."

I was never bad at sports like studenthood ball and shore, but I can't go along with that and the actual exchange of life.

So Age didn't mean to impose it at all.

Accept Pietro's concerns and promise to be safe.

It was evening.

The western sky stains red, gradually increasing the cold.

Already the outside side gathers in the assembly space of the village chief's house.

"What is this?

"So you protect your tibia and arms. If nothing happens, those fangs will pierce to the bone. Then we'll heat it up and go right into the afterlife."

Handed to me by Mike was Tibian Ben's armor, "Here's the deal".

They are both made of thick cowhide leather and are made to adjust with leather strings.

If I tap it, it returns a cone, stiff sound and feel.

This is no way......

"Was it tannin tannins you taught me?" I succeeded. It's good to be stiff. Hehe. "

"Did you succeed with all that information...?

"Ouch. It's been tough. I have a particular point, once I put it on a dark liquid, it only dips on the outside. So by step-by-step increasing the concentration, we're going to get a uniform penetration. You know?"

"That's awesome"

I'm just impressed with Mike rubbing my chin with joy.

Having said that I taught him, all I told him was that there was a method called tannin tanning and that it was often found in the skins of trees and some weeds.

Almost from scratch, we found and established a whole new technology.

"Mr. Mike."

"What is it? Your eyes are glittering. Disgusting."

You were quite a genius, weren't you?

"Ooh!? It's the first time I've been told in my life."

"Then you heard wrong."

"Don't be so lonely!

I have craftsmanship, not scholarly talent.

Regardless of what I usually say and do, I could honestly respect myself as a producer.

"Well, that's good. Put that on."

"It's too lit. You've never really been complimented."

"Ugh. How hard do you think I've been feeling? I've had hunting arms since I was a little girl, but my head..."

"I put it on."

"Listen to me! Listen to me more properly! Which... is loose, isn't it? Tie it tighter. You walk long enough, you'll slip away."

Finish getting ready while you get help.

Looking around, they all looked the same, and the appearance with the tibial allowances and the armor gave a pretty vivid vibe.

I'm surrounded by enthusiasm and excitement that I'm going to be on the battlefield.

Everyone is restless at some point, conversing a lot in mouth, and constantly rehydrating and toileting.

You're one of them, Age thinks.

No matter how much safety comes first, my mind is still restless.

My lips are dry and my heart is louder than usual.

Mike seemed just calm.

As soon as we find someone else who isn't ready, we come close and give advice.

"All right, you're all set. It's time to go."

"Ooh."

To Mike's decree, we nod together and leave the village chief's house.

The area is dim. The sunset was about to set to the west.

There is one big trolley in front of the house.

On top of it were wooden planks and tons of stones.

"That, what do you use it for?

"It's a secret to combat wolves."

"Is there a wooden board? How do you intend to use it?

"It's the brain-play I've been thinking about. Don't worry, I'll wait for you."

"You have nothing but anxiety, like Mr. Mike's brain"

"Trust me a little more!

Calm yourself down reasonably with both hands before Mike embarks on it.

"I am. I trust Jane as much as she can possibly do to Mike."

"What, what do you mean by that? You think I'm being loving you?

"I trust you. Come on, they're all waiting to leave."

"Hey, hey, answer me! You suddenly have a bad personality."

"I'm nervous. It's okay. Couples don't worry a bit."

Age lines up with the other members.

If Jane were to give Mike all her love, she would be so broken up.

The two of us are extremely close.

That also means you don't expect it from your brain.

A few women from the village were here to drop me off.

Those who serve to feed the returning men.

There are mainly women who have not had children and are safer to gather tight doors, who are here and Tania is one of them.

"Take care of yourself, Tania."

"Because I'm with everyone. Not if Age's hurt, too, right?

"It's okay. But I'm worried, so give me a little kiss on the safety prayer."

"Yeah, we all have eyes, don't we?"

"To get home safely."

"is embarrassing......!

The kiss was momentary.

Just a little on my lips, I wonder if I had a soft feeling, and it quickly leaves me.

That's a little lonely, but it squeezed my courage in the public eye.

I wouldn't be able to say luxury.

To the voices of the men who stood still, Tania leaned her face bright red.

Another couple came out to do the same thing.

The husband with the child just looks at it because the other person is not on the spot.

Damn, explode.

I thought I heard that voice.

Tania waved forever toward the men who had begun their departure.

Probably waving, even if you can't see him anymore.

Tania is losing her previous husband in battle.

It was easy to imagine that sending them out hunting like this would also be quite stressful.

Hold a spear and a shield in your hand, a pine light, and occasionally push the trolley while taking turns.

The line was three rows of columns, and Age was always as much in it.

Mike is always in the lead, with Filippo consolidating behind him.

Jello, the hound dog, was also always walking next to Mike.

With that sensitive sense of smell, I guess I'm trying to discover what a wolf looks like.

Stop from time to time and change course slightly.

The rattling and wheel moving sounds loud.

At first he was walking down the village road, but eventually he moves away from the road to the sheep and goat-holded ranch.

The scaffolding has gradually gotten worse, and the vision has become darker and less promising.

"Will you show up, Mr. Fernando?"

"Well. They have a good nose, and I don't care how good they are when they say they're going to kill the sheep."

"If it gets hectic, you feel ambushed and you can hit somewhere else."

"Well, having figured out their habits there, I guess they're moving..."

"I'm worried."

"I'm worried..."

Eyes and eyes, nodding each other. Now the two minds were in one.

Ha, and when I sigh, I look over the line again.

About three sheep are deliberately left in the ranch where they are originally surrounded, and the other sheep are moved to another fence.

When the wolf arrives, it is an operation to close the fence and make it impossible to escape, surround it from around and slap it thoroughly.

Bad sight, to walk quite a distance or we are all starting to feel tired as usual.

His gaze runs left and right, and he keeps his mind open to respond whenever a wolf strikes in the dark.

Wolves are tough.

They are a group and fight in a cautious way.

People are weak and vulnerable.

Even if the measures succeed, the wolves will risk their lives if they are surrounded, and they will come crazed to death.

If that happens, there will always be damage.

And victory for people doesn't mean they're hurt.

If you hurt him at all, he could fall ill and die.

It must be a one-sided victory, without sacrifice.

That's very difficult.

Jello stopped unexpectedly.

He is roaring towards the darkness.

That was the direction under the wind.

The darkness is deep, and we cannot foresee before it.

Maybe if they tell me I'm here.

I could still hear the wolf breathing if I cleared my ears.

... Ha, ha, ha.

I heard you.

For a moment, the men stopped moving.

Without being slight, everyone's consciousness is nailed to one side.

But whenever the rough breathing sounds were only on one side, they could be heard from the front, back, left and right.

... Ha! Ha! Ha!

Fernando is putting up a shield, making his expression rude.

Make sure the men who stood on the outside stick out into the darkness and hoist the pine lights.

Thin from the dark, blurry and wolf figures rise.

"Could this be..."

"Oh, we're surrounded."

The measures will be successful and injuries will not be spared even in the surrounded state.

So, if you're surrounded the other way around...

Someone said potpourri.

"It sucks. There's gonna be a dead man."