Seiun wo Kakeru

Twelve stories, iron and hooves.

The blacksmith had gathered six disciples, including Pietro, starting with Age.

Usually a spacious workplace is crowded enough for shoulders to bump into each other if you're not careful where you stand now.

"Heh, this is the blacksmith. I've always wanted to see it, but finally."

"Hmm, that's a little low on the ceiling for me. It feels like pressure."

"I guess Dante's big for nothing."

"It's no use."

It was the first time Age had shown a blacksmith to a five-man group from Nazioni.

I've worked as a blacksmith until today, but I haven't taken him to the blacksmith at one time.

It was just every day we headed to the mining site.

That's why everything in the eye is so novel and intriguing.

Kyoro Kyoro and his gaze travel restlessly.

"Hey, Senior Pietro, what's this?

"This is called a spinning grinding wheel, so you grind the tip of the blade."

"Cool!"

"Hey, Mr. Pietro, what is this guy? Something's coming out of the wall."

"That's the axle of a water wheel. And this is the gear. Turn this stone around."

Age looked joyfully at the movements of his disciples as he stood in front of the fire furnace.

Overlay your former self there.

I watched my father's back all the way through the door that separated him from the house, not the blacksmith.

His father's back toward the flames was huge and attracted.

So the day I first stood at the blacksmith, the excitement came from my feet and my whole body was so daunted that I trembled.

It was a long time ago.

Age recalls the first attention she received from her father.

For a blacksmith, no, for an artisan, what would have been the first thing to teach?

That was never like teaching you how to grip a hammer from the beginning.

Age looked over.

Dante, Catalina and the other three are all sparkling eyes.

I'm thrilled and excited, but I get it.

"Now, I'll just take one precaution before I explain it to everyone. Never touch objects or equipment you are placing at ease"

As soon as Age said, the five shook Pickle's shoulder.

Out of curiosity, I guess it's because I've been trying to touch it since earlier.

Age continues.

"Craftsman's tools are the soul of the handheld. Human beings who treat them lightly cannot complain about any kind of eye encounter. You guys don't have your own tools yet, so I'll lend them to you from my stuff, but pay close attention. To be returned to its original location as soon as it is used. Please be thorough with these two."

"Ooh. Got it."

"Oh, my God."

Dante snorts to Eagle Deep Fried and Catalina snorts well.

"Well, let me show you the tools we actually use."

Age shows one by one, in hand.

The Iron Plate "Kakiki" is the foundation for beating.

Golden Hammer, a knocking tool.

Chopsticks grabbing iron.

To disconnect the iron made, insert a slice (10) "Tuna".

Gold brush that removes the oxidized skin film that can be found on the surface of iron, scissors , yasles .

All of them were handmade by Age.

It's something we've built and improved little by little between jobs.

I've used it in the past year.

All tame firmly in your hands.

Every time Age takes it in her hand and introduces it, the disciples nod and pour their gaze down.

My eyes are talking.

He wants it for himself, too.

That's a little further.

For starters, it was also necessary to increase the workbench - iron.

An iron bar is a platform that strikes iron. It is also called "Kanakoto", a golden bed or gold floor.

Place iron over flat iron and beat with a hammer.

Hand-beaten iron bars need to be relatively thin, but if strong forces like hydraulic hammers are applied, they need to be thick and iron stretched, which makes them quite heavy.

Cast iron is often used because of its size.

The sound when tapped is unique, tall, and makes a clear sound.

In the classic song "Blacksmith's Polka," it appears as an instrument.

The furnace can be put in two or three at the same time if it is small enough to make it.

But with one iron bar, there can only be one set of workouts.

Age had one big piece of wood.

My gaze gathers again, and I put my doubts to my expression.

It would be a question of what the hell the tree could do for you.

"I'm going to make iron. This tree is made of oak, but we're going to pedestal it and put an iron plate on it."

"Oh, you're not all iron"

"Still good, though. It's hard to make."

Agee replied bitterly to Catalina's sentiments.

The heavier the iron is, the more stable it is.

So everything is fine with iron.

However, when it grows bigger, it becomes so big that you can't even beat it with a hydraulic hammer, which makes it difficult to make.

In the past, it was a lesson to make and give iron to independent craftsmen at all gates.

Everyone at the riverside takes a hammer and beats it even hard to make it.

And that was all heavy labor.

"That's why I'm making iron today. You all have a tour today. Pietro will begin to prepare."

"Yes."

Age puts fire in the fire furnace.

Send the wind a dong, the charcoal burns bright red immediately.

Sometimes people get horrible enthusiasm inside the blacksmith.

Age opened the armor door.

The wind blows and the heat escapes slightly.

said Dante as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"You're an asshole."

"It's hotter in the summer. You better be ready now."

"Ugh."

"I'm hot. I'm perfectly fine. I don't like the cold."

"The blacksmith is warm enough even in winter. It could be for you."

"You did it."

Burn charcoal with cancer and throw in a chunk of iron.

If the heat shifts enough, we'll get to work.

"Pietro"

"Yes!"

On iron, make iron.

Age waves a small hammer and Pietro extends it with a large hammer.

The sound of striking iron is astonishingly loud.

I can't speak normally.

Both Dante and Catalina held their mouths, with a surprised look on their faces.

Like clay, or hot candy, iron changes its appearance.

Fevered iron is no longer free.

Thick chunks become plate-shaped, and that spreads the surface.

If the temperature gets cold and hard, I can throw charcoal in the fire furnace again.

It sends wind and increases heat.

Also, the iron turns red.

Metal sounds never stop ringing, they carve a certain rhythm.

No more words were uttered by the disciples to visit.

It even looked like a craftsman who repeated a certain amount of work, reshaping and creating objects.

"Okay, we can cover it."

"Here's the thing?

"That's right. Great hammers are good from here. Take the hammer."

"Yes."

Change the shape sufficiently to place an iron plate on the oak that has spread enough to cover it.

The brilliant, glowing iron heat burns the oak slightly.

"Okay, slap it diagonally and bend it!

"Yes!"

Pietro answered as Age shouted loud enough to beat the sound of the golden hammer and yelled at it.

Whenever he is slapped with a hammer, the iron plate bends and follows the wood mould.

Iron changes.

Change from just an object to a tool.

It breathes life from ingredients into tools.

Watching, Agee did not speak up, but spoke to his disciples.

I rarely get a chance to make iron.

It was supposed to be a valuable experience.

The first thing I showed you was this task, not least because it was necessary.

Because at first, I thought it was the easiest to impress.

Five years from now, ten years from now, if you remember today's day, it will surely come in handy when you are alone.

Age does not speak, but sees the disciples concentrating and watching.

Eventually, the work is done.

"We're done. Good day, Pietro."

"Good luck"

What I could do was iron bars weighing roughly one or two kilos.

It is relatively light and shaped like the bottom of an iron.

The black iron covers it so that it surrounds the oak of the pedestal with glue.

And only the leg area showed wooden skin.

A steady sense of fatigue was drifting through Age's body. Especially the right arm, shoulder area is terrible.

This time I worked out the hydraulic hammer without using it as much as possible.

Because I wanted to show you a little bit of blacksmith work.

But that's why I decided to use my arms quite a bit.

The fatigue of Pietro, who had the great hammer, would also be considerable.

Well done, I labored.

I will give the iron to each of my disciples.

Heavy on Catalina, Age worried lightly, but ended up worried.

She looks thin, has the strength to wave her crane mouth all day, and has the energy to do so.

"Oh, it's heavy -"

and so on, check the iron from various angles.

"With that said, Catalina's gonna hold it pretty light."

"I'm pretty critical, aren't I? It's kind of easy to get mistaken for a long time. No matter how troubled you are, they say you're laughing. Dante, you had a little something."

"Well, I can't beat you with my strength."

"Hmm. Well, it doesn't matter."

"Hey!"

"Hey, and these blacks and the techy blackness. It's kind of exciting."

Neither does Dante's power, which sows anger, seem to have reached Catalina.

Staring at the iron bars inadvertently, he is sending a hot gaze that seems to cheek.

A little. No, it's pretty different, but the passion about iron seems real.

Age, while slightly drawn to Catalina's words and actions, admitted to passion.

Months of hard work in a woman's body is not something she can do with half her life "naked" readiness.

Dante was also on a serious tour.

Fluffy remarks like before lurk a ringing, childish but serious days.

It's about time I taught you the blacksmith job.