Seiun wo Kakeru

Episode VII Ring

Since the hammer was formed, the production has progressed more and more.

Whatever it is, it is the most essential tool in a blacksmith tool.

Next, the iron floor that serves as a platform for striking iron (I wonder where) can be made one after the other with the chopsticks to grab, the chopsticks to cut and fold.

It was only relatively small, so each production time was small, but two weeks had passed to create a satisfying tool nonetheless.

We had two weeks left until the day Age promised to wait three months.

The time spent is not short.

But instead Age was able to hold a lot of storage.

The biggest of these is the tool that I'm familiar with in my hands.

No great maker can make something satisfactory if he doesn't have enough production tools.

Just like a professional sportsman is bound to a tool.

I did not choose the Hiroshi brush, but in order to achieve the best results, I needed to choose the brush.

In addition to that, there is iron sheet metal that has finished reducing iron oxide.

Each iron sheet metal is also over 100 in size. It weighs a few hundred kilos.

A standard furnace of this era would be a much longer task.

The key to reducing time was not to fail to prepare below and to stick to the furnace structure.

Thanks to this, it doesn't have to be broken one after the other, like an old furnace, and it doesn't have to take time to repair it.

And it is large that one sheet metal after another could be made without dropping the furnace fire.

The temperature of the furnace is enough to melt the iron.

This is about a steel furnace.

It's the blacksmith where Age is now.

The fire furnace, also known as Tuesday and Earth, is hot and contains fire.

Age's head brings up a lot of tools to make.

Filippo, the wood dust, was cared for with a lot of firewood.

If you give him an axe or a scarecrow, he'll be heartily happy with less words.

Fernando, the carpenter, has promises of carpentry tools - scarecrows and bamboo.

I still use the trolley to carry iron ore, and I got my best efforts to get this workshop built.

There are also many other things to be made, as farming tools, such as carcasses, and sickles, and plows, and swordfish.

- But put them down, there was something I really wanted to make first.

I had something I wanted to give to you, someone I wanted to give to you.

I think of her in my heart.

Tania.

Widow living in the village of Siena.

Beautiful, young, and a little shady hard-worker.

Living with Age should have made life more painful.

No matter how much work is accomplished with a thousand teeth, the production of wheat itself is limited in the first place.

Probably have other villagers bow their heads and share their food.

Age is still just a guest, not part of a formal village.

The payment of food from the village must have been minimal.

Yet Tania doesn't spill a word of stupidity against Age.

I would love to eat more. You'll want to dress more.

I don't know the hope of springing up in her chest.

But I can't stay in your care.

Age wanted to give back the best she could with what she could.

Above all I wanted to see Tania's delightful face.

How happy would I be again if that woman I live with laughed happily at me?

"All right! Let's do it!

Enough temper.

Pick a small sheet metal and put it in the furnace.

Move the box (fudge).

It has a structure that allows air to be pumped in, whether pressed or pulled.

Therefore, when pressing, the wind can be sent, but when putting it back, the wind stops, and so on and so on.

It always sends a constant breeze and makes it very convenient to keep the temperature.

Small sheet metal, so the iron quickly stains red.

♪ Strike the iron red ♪

A blacksmith is a word we all know.

Remove the sheet metal with scissors and place it on the iron floor.

(10) Use the "Tuna" to drill a small hole in the center of the sheet metal.

Keeping the shapes closed, slap the sheet metal from left to right.

The sound of slapping iron with cans, cans, cans is repeated in a constant rhythm.

Sweat sprays out of my head like I wore a bucket, but Age's concentration is uninterrupted.

Make good stuff. I can add coconut for that.

The fine feel of my fingertips is my life.

When the temperature drops, forming takes a lot of work.

Add heat again and beat bright red iron.

Forge is this repetition.

The deception simply doesn't work.

Flat sheet metal reshapes and creates a cylinder.

Small, thin, thin cylinder.

That was a ring.

I was going to build a pedestal and put an opal stone in there.

Put it on oil and add the bake and it will stain black in an instant.

When you finish the baking, wait for it to cool down and hold it in your hand.

It is a life where only people with status in the village can wear ornaments.

I also thought about using silver.

Maybe we could use the money.

But I'm going to live as a blacksmith.

Nothing else, Tania, which is why I wanted to give you this iron ring.

I went home in the evening.

Pass the ring with thanks so far.

That's all I'm so ashamed of.

It's good that I decided to treat it as normal as possible and gauge the timing, but I'm not comfortable.

Enjoy the ring in your pocket as you watch Tania cook with her.

"What's wrong?

"No, it's nothing."

"Really, it's rarely softened, is it?

"Oh, is that right? I'm hungry."

"Oh. It's Fish Day, so stay tuned."

Fish was a weekly pleasure.

The amount of fishermen catching fish in the river is limited.

It was common to arrange the order and barter within the village.

The plates line up.

Black bread grilled with river fish vanilla and autumn vegetable salt soup.

I use good charcoal (white charcoal for blacksmiths) so I could make them all within warm.

Bring the river fish to your mouth.

The refreshing aroma of vanilla, the fluffy texture of the fish, if chewed, is dusty and hot, and the flavor stains out.

"Good......"

"Good."

The black bread is roasted with fire and the surface is crunchy as a rusk.

There's still softness inside.

A good bite spreads the taste of barley to the tongue.

Eat fish, carry bread and mouth vegetable soup.

The hunger is filled and wrapped in happy warmth.

Tania smiles and stares at Age, who was delicious and strokes her stomach.

"It was a pleasure. Excellent."

"You were rude."

A little late and Tania finished her meal too.

Now would be the best time to convey your feelings.

Stop trying to start cleaning up, and Age turns to Tania.

"Mr. Age?

"I need to talk to you a little bit."

"Let's listen"

You felt Age's nervousness, Tania got her place right.

He returns a straight gaze so that he can face any word.

Oh, good... I think.

They understand this intent with only a few changes.

And they face each other in person.

I'm anxious to expose my mind - I'm gone.

"I finished building my blacksmith tools yesterday"

"You're ready."

"Tomorrow we will deliver on the promised deadline."

"You got a problem with that?

"Perhaps… the results will be greater than anyone expected. I think it will make a big difference to the village. And maybe my own position will change."

"Is that... in a good direction?

"I don't know."

To Age's frank opinion, Tania clouded her expression for the first time.

I guess you imagine a lot of changes that aren't good.

"I'm sure I'm busier than I am right now, and I'm going to swing by all sorts of things. But I'm not close. [M] I have no parents, no brothers, and on the contrary, I have no memory."

"Don't you have me?"

"Is that a good word to believe?

"Yes, trust me"

Eyes on each other.

We were both serious. No lies, no deception.

Agie figured out that our hearts bumped into each other.

Put your right hand in your pocket and look for the ring.

Take Tania's left wrist with your left hand.

It was a white, luxurious hand.

My fingers are long and lax as a whole.

"What..."

"Mr. Tania. Beat the iron to make it stronger. I want to hit you with words and make love strong and certain. Let's make a hot love, like bright red burning iron"

Age slowly puts the ring on her pharmacopoeia.

My heart is making a sound like a buck.

I hear a lot of blood in my ear.

I can see her face is hot and she's on fire.

I didn't expect you to say no.

I might be complacent.

But we spent more than two months together, and it felt natural to be next door.

The origins of the ring go back to the spell.

The pharmacopoeia is the finger most related to the heart. The ring is a symbol of holding a woman's life.

Without resistance, the ring was worn to the back.

"Age... the ring, it's a little big"

"Haha. Excuse me."