Seiun wo Kakeru

Dante had a fight.

The target appears to be badly injured enough to break a bone.

Seeing Pietro's hasty face as he ran into the blacksmith, Age clouded his expression.

I guess Pietro was running to get the information to him a little faster.

I was out of breath and my shoulders were busy up and down.

In Age's chest, the thought of no way, and the thought of still, were both springing up about the same.

I was prepared to be quick with my hands from the time of the welcome feast.

But it's too soon for anything to come.

Is this also because of his immaturity, who could not control his disciples?

I haven't even had much interaction yet, and I can't be that responsible.

That's a disaster.

With thought, Age interrupted the work.

Whatever the circumstances, Dante is more of his own disciple than he once allowed to be.

Age was too responsible to be left alone.

Quickly stir the charcoal to extinguish the fire and seal with an iron lid to prevent air from entering.

Charcoal fire surprisingly keeps tickling forever.

Well, I suppose it's okay.

This blacksmith is made of stone by Fernando only near the fire furnace.

So the chances of a fire are low, but still the caution of fire is not neglected.

Fluffy firepowder flies unexpectedly far away, which causes a fire.

Anyway, it's a blacksmith. There are mountains of charcoal, an essential environment for fuel.

In fact, there are countless blacksmiths burned down by fire.

Therefore, fire protection measures are also contemplated.

There was as much room for ingenuity as there was for increasing the number of stone places or waving the roof instead of straw or slab.

"So, what's the cause? I didn't think Dante hit him because he was hot, didn't I?

"I'm not sure about that."

"I don't know, why?

"Dante said he didn't want to say it. If you've been beaten, you've lost your mind, so you don't know what's going on."

"Who the hell got beat up?

"Augustus"

"Augusto sure... you were a farmer, right?

"Usu. He's a bigoted bastard who lives in the northernmost house in the village. Drinking, gambling, complaining and stupidity."

"Oh, you did. I've been here before."

Agee immediately thought to herself when she was told.

There used to be a man who brought a sickle to repair that made him chip.

Based on my memory, I still feel Augusto was breathing out of alcohol.

But the order regarding the sickle should have been quite accurate.

I remember wanting the angle to the handles to be a little sharper, I don't mind the pattern being short, etc., whichever is finer, I was impressed to know my scum well.

I don't seem to interact with many people, but the farming operation was also accurate.

The instructions given by Age should also have moved more perceived intent than anyone else.

I don't think you just drank it for me, but I think the expression that it is repugnant or self-inflicted is close.

I was busy and never had much to say, but I wish I had interacted a little more.

The Augusto has been beaten and passed out after a fracture.

Something, maybe even a drunk and inadvertent statement.

"Either way, hurry"

"Usu"

After checking the source of the fire and locking the blacksmith's armor door with "Kanju", he ran to the scene.

One man fell on a road near Bona's house, and people were gathering around it.

Some of them looked like Bernardo and Giorgio.

"Whoa, Age. Over here."

When we get to the scene, we take a big, deep breath.

I think I've gained a lot of strength since I started living in this village, but Age still fell into a pretty weak category.

To the extent that it makes Pietro and others breathe lightly, it doesn't look a little tired.

I still have the strength to live in the country compared to Urban Guru.

When I calm my breath, I greet Bernardo and Giorgio.

"Hi, looks like our Dante has caused you trouble this time. So, what's Mr. Augusto's condition and Dante?

"Well, Augusto has a curved nose. I just sent him back, but he kept calling me if I was feeling weak. I just lost my mind again."

Bernardo laughs and shakes the cotton swab into this lookout. It was stained with blood and blackened.

He stuck a stick in his nostril and lifted it from the inside out.

Imagining the work done, Age made her face snap.

Anyone would groan in pain if they repaired a fracture or something without anesthesia, Agee thought.

No wonder I lost my mind in pain.

However, in this village, where medicine had not developed, it seemed exaggerated to the extent of repairing the fracture.

Since hemp is grown, the fruit of hemp itself, which is the raw material for anesthesia, is present.

I drink cloudy water that crushes hemp fruit, but only when it's a rich festival witch or in severe pain.

The witch drinks because she interacts with God.

I guess I know physically that I rarely drink, even if it hasn't been accounted for academically, is not very good for my body.

From Augusto's face, nosebleeds, etc. had been wiped clean.

They've had quite a bit of time since the fracture was treated.

After a while Augusto regained his mind.

When I got up, I looked around blurry, and grasped my condition.

"Izu......!

"Hey, don't touch your nose. I have to repeat what I just did again."

Augusto tried to do his hand to his face, shaking in a freak, then lowered his hand.

I wonder how much it hurt.

"There you go, Augusto. How the hell did we get into a fight?"

"That's... go-ho. Let me have some water."

I guess the blood is going all the way to the throat.

When Augusto, who coughed dry, received water from the leather bag, he initially rinsed his mouth, then rang his throat and drank the water.

Augusto noticed Age.

I let my anger seep in for a moment, but I lay down my face like I was depressed right after.

"Mr. Augusto, Dante has been rude this time. Can you let me know how it went?

"It was my usual bad habit, and I was drunk. I had a headache and I felt bad"

"Yes."

"That's when Dante came as he sang his nose. Unlike me, who suffers from headaches, I thought you cared. And I remembered about taxes. Most of the wheat that I desperately grew was taken to Nazioni. Livestock feces were also taken. My house has holes in the walls and terrible rain leaks in the ceilings. Nazioni eats meat every day, has a concubine in her beautiful daughter-in-law, and squeezes only the upper front from us. So I said. Your father is a greedy bastard. Even if we suffer, it doesn't matter if we fill our bellies."

"Isn't that the only way to get beaten up?

"Oh, you can't do that."

"Oh. I know. Dante was calm at first. But I had an extra fire in my mouth. I should have said worse. So he's not bad."

"Why did you say that?"

"I was drunk. I couldn't tell you if I was awake."

It sounded like an excuse.

Dante, I wonder how hard he could have stomached.

If it was a direct matter, I would have said to myself why I hit him.

To the best of Age's knowledge, Dante is not at least a mouth-watering personality if he speaks ill of himself.

Age was angry.

Dante was, at least, enthusiastic about his work.

If nothing remained like this, I would have gotten familiar with the villagers one by one.

This case will always be tailed later. It hurt my heart to think so.

"But that's Dante's father's problem, not Dante's fault, right?"

"Right. I'm sorry."

"I'll let Dante, who caused the injury, go and make sure he apologizes later. If you are asked about the upside of the case, you must admit that you are not the only bad guy who has a hand in Dante."

"Okay. I will."

"And..."

"What?"

"I can't give you the distilled liquor I made in the future."

"Hey, what!?

"It's not like I can afford it enough to give it to someone who blows a fight to people. It's only natural that people have fun drinking first, isn't it?

"What... right. I'll turn down the liquor for a while, too."

To Age's words, Augusto seemed shocked, but when he drifted, he mouthed the liquor break.

It would be quite difficult to turn down alcohol, but Augusto would also reflect a little, if in the eyes of fractures.

Besides, Augusto is a pretty good dealer, except for alcohol.

Age wanted a magnificent resurrection.

"Parent, Sman"

"I'm sorry, it is."

"I'm sorry"

"Head out."

"Yeah?"

It was a rare and special victory attitude.

Dante, whose bat lay his eyes down badly, folded the giant as he was told, putting his head out.

Build a fist grip and drop a gen trick from the top.

Gosh, I heard a blunt noise.

This man has a hard head......!

It was like a stonehead that hurt the hands of those who beat it.

How many bones are stuck?

Dante, who was supposed to have been beaten, was so lightly stroked in the head that he didn't even hurt greatly.

"... painful"

"Mr. Augusto, who was beaten and broke his nose bone, would have hurt more"

"Right."

"Dante, artisan hands are not meant to hurt someone. It's to make someone happy."

"You said that before."

"Because that is the life of the craftsman. If you can't, there's nothing I can tell you. We'd better find another job early, for Dante."

"I..."

"I want you to think carefully this evening and let me hear the answer tomorrow. I don't care what kind of answer you give."

Say what you want to say and put your hands on your shoulders.

Dante seemed lost in his thoughts, remaining stuck in words.

Whatever the reason you've come to this village, there's nothing harder than being forced to do what's not right for you.

Then it would be much better to concentrate on making it more suitable for that human being.

Dante shouldn't be a bad person.

I'm just a little clumsy about my way of life, and it's just misleading.

That's what Age believed.

The next morning, when Age tried to get out into the field behind him, Dante was waiting.

Were you awake before the sun rose?

I guess Dante took it seriously.

He had an unmistakable eye.

"Hey."

"Yeah, I don't know"

"I'll do a blacksmith."

"Right. Then you can do it."

"That's it!

"Yeah?"

If you've thought a lot about it and decided to be a blacksmith ready in you, what the hell would you refuse to do?

"I told you yesterday. I don't care what kind of answer you give."

"Oh, oh."

"You gave it a good thought, didn't you?

"Ooh. I thought about it."

"Then you can do it. I'll back you up."

"Oh well...... Thank you very much."

Dante, who usually looks great, seems shy all the time, with the boy's expression, hanging on.

And I bowed my head.

Being able to bow your head means that you admitted that you were not a mountain general.

I realized that I was in a position to be taught as a disciple.

I didn't get flushed around, I thought about it in my own way.

Dante finally took a step.

Agee had a tough look and looked to Dante.

Dante looks at Age's face and squeezes her face tight.

"Bye, Siena Village Forge Apprentice, Dante!

"Whoa!"

"First orders first."

"Come on with anything!

To Dante, who slaps him in the chest and shows his motivation, Agie says.

"First, apologize sincerely to Mr. Augusto."

"Oh, wow."

"You're responsible for what you've done. After that, the servants will be waiting for you as punishment for the village. I'm glad you're so proud of yourself."

"Ya, I'll do it! Chickshaw!"

If you do evil, you will be punished.

As I complained, there was something sunny floating around Dante's expression.