Seiun wo Kakeru

The sea was spreading.

It reflects sunlight and sparkles.

Age snuck in the smell of an increasingly tight rising tide and glanced at the horizon with her hands crossed.

Fran tries not to run at full speed next to it.

"The sea -!"

"Wow, Fran, don't suddenly take your clothes off!

"Oh?

"Hide your chest and groin. She's my pre-dowry daughter."

"Wow, thanks, Age"

As soon as I moved to the beach, Fran was happy. Not much, I nearly took off my clothes.

There's no bra, there's no swimsuit.

Normally I don't try to get naked when I'm about age, but it seems Fran is different.

Age wraps the cloth around and prepares an impromptu breastplate and hips.

Fran is easy to do because his arms are raised but he stays, but he doesn't resist.

"That's it. But it's after midsummer, so when you get in suddenly, it's cold, huh?

"It's okay. Hiccup!

Age's advice is also listened to lightly, and Fran enters the sea.

Start swimming by tearing up the waves that beat you.

Oh, it's good to be young.

It should have happened to me about the same time.

Where the hell has the energy gone back then?

It seems a long time ago.

I can't move as grumpy as Fran now.

The feel of chisels and hot sand, seabirds flying, sea cats ringing.

The sight of blue in the sky and blue in the sea.

On hand was a juice of pears in a wooden cup.

"You're not a healthy daughter."

"That's true."

Standing next door and speaking to Agee was a man named Ed, who named the elder of the village of Marina.

He said he was going to be sixty years old, but his body was like a man of the sea, untrained.

Because of the sun's light and sea breeze every day, the deep wrinkles are deeply engraved throughout the body, as if it were a sculpture.

Ed laughs in a slightly crouched voice.

Is it because of the black skin that burned in the day, white teeth stood out when I laughed?

"Mr. Fernando doesn't swim?

"Oh, I don't like it. I'm scared the water's moving up and down."

"If I could swim in the river, I'd be fine."

"No, I'm gonna stop."

Fernando said no with an outrageous look.

Is the first sea a little too exciting?

Agie laughed niggly.

"Mr. Fernando, the water in the ocean has a certain flavour."

"Taste? Do sea waters have flavor?

"That's right. Why don't you have a drink once if you like?

"Okay, let's try it"

Fernando proceeded to the seaside and shrugged the sea water with his hands.

Seeing that look, Age is niggling.

Ed, enlightened by his plans, also laughed niggly, not saying anything in particular.

"Try drinking at once for a long time anyway"

"Okay.... Ho ho! Spicy! Salty!?

"Hahaha. That's seawater. Saltwater."

"Ho ho ho. That was good momentum."

"Age, are you having fun wearing me...! No, Grandpa, if you're looking at it too, stop it! Oh, my throat. I want water!

"I don't like it. It doesn't look interesting."

To Ed, who speaks softly, Fernando cannot succeed in two sentences.

If Age took the pear juice, he held it so he could take it and poured it down his throat.

I finally took a breather after completely emptying the cup and trying to suck and drink even the leftover droplets.

"Phew...... you still have a dry throat. Ha, is Fran okay?!?

"It's okay. I just don't want to open my mouth. Not like Mr. Fernando."

"Bye. That girl swims in the ocean many times. Unlike you."

"Age, is it that funny to make fun of me?

"It's funny, but not only that, but now you know what the ocean looks like at all?

"Yeah...... that, indeed. But I can't believe all this sea is made of salt water."

As Fernando noticed, look at the sea. The waves were calm, and Fran stood in shallow waters not as immersed as his hips, doing something.

What the hell are you doing?

"Originally, the salt we use every day is made from this sea water."

"Well, do you know how to make salt?

"No, for more information. I know you can just boil the sea water."

"This surprised me. Besides the people in this village, I keep it a secret."

"Uh, no. A little special circumstances."

Ed's eyes looked at Age suspiciously.

Yeah, shit.

I didn't mean to make you feel this vigilant.

I was losing my mind.

Perhaps the village of Marina has taken on the manufacture of salt in one hand.

Now, how am I supposed to lift this vigilance?

"Even if we know how to do it, we live far above the mountains. You can't make salt without the sea."

"Hmm, that's right."

"So if that's a good idea, why don't you give me a tour of the process you're actually making?

"No, that's..."

"As I said earlier, it's not something I can imitate from what I've seen, and I'm sure I'll be able to help you later."

Often Ed thought silently into Age's strong statement.

I can see the risk of village secrets being known and the return on the balance of favoring more negotiations later by showing them here.

After a while, Ed nodded, um. Apparently, I've made up my mind.

"I have no choice. I'll take a look. Yeah."

"Thank you"

"Well, instead, it would really help, wouldn't it?

"I promise."

Shake your neck sideways and shrug your shoulders like Ed gave up.

Age's keen attitude to the tour was not that she wanted to see anything salt making process itself.

If you want to be more efficient in all your work, you will definitely go to improving your tools.

That would make salt making no exception.

In other words, Age wanted to identify the tools needed by looking at the scene.

It was not for the development of the village or for the transaction, but for the thought that the contemplation as a single artisan should require his own strength, the difficulty of the work, the effort that would come into view.

You can say I was moved by that thought.

As Ed took the Ages along the beach, he saw a tall platform with trees stretching like walls.

They are not natural objects, but purposefully made to block sight without suspicion from the outside.

That's a lot of work.

Age tightened her mind a little.

This salt making is quite organized.

Much more cover-up than in other villages.

Through the trees, an embankment had been built on the coast.

There are several large blanks in the embankment.

And the sandy beach spread in front of it, where the village man was working.

Turning to Age, which Ed observes, he asked.

"Do you care about that hole?

"Yeah, what's the role?

"Now no higher waves come than that hole, but when the moon fills, the sea water flows from there."

I see, dry tide and full tide?

Fernando was tilting his neck beside him when Age guessed his intentions.

"What's the impact on the moon and wave height? You don't come in every day?

"Come in by the hour. The amount of water in the ocean seems to vary from day to day and from month to day."

"River water increases if it rains, but is that possible?

"If you spend every day by the sea, no, but you'll see."

Fernando has no choice but to question the sea he sees for the first time.

Ed guides me to a stop near the embankment.

The embankment had been cemented in concrete after the stones had been packed perfectly without gaps.

The sand in the footsteps is slight but white in colour compared to the earlier sandy beach.

And it was obviously stiff.

"Sand soaked in seawater over and over will change color, as you can see. And the color is only close to the surface, and the bottom is no different than anywhere else."

"So there's salt gas in this sand, right?

"I don't know why, but I do."

"It doesn't feel like the surface is wet. I wonder how it's going to contain that salt gas."

Fernando's doubts were the best.

If salt spreads across the sand, the story is easy to understand, but why gather all over the surface. What is the principle?

"Maybe."

"Do you know Age?

"Maybe it's a capillary phenomenon."

"Already, Sa... Shall we?

"What is it, that? I've never even heard of it."

Fernando and Ed give a strange look.

Suddenly they say capillary phenomena, etc., but you certainly don't understand.

Agee nodded and decided to talk in detail.

"When some of the cloth gets wet, it spreads, right?"

"Well, that's true."

"Sea water entering from the embankment wets deep parts of the sand. It spreads across the surface of the sand so that water spreads through the cloth."

"Hmm, that's understandable so far. Go on."

"Yes, the surface of the sand dries up by hitting the sun. The salt that was in seawater then turns into salt. The seawater comes from the bottom, but once salted, the area doesn't dissolve and diffuse, and it keeps staying on the surface. This repetition will result in the collection of large amounts of salt on the surface"

I'm done saying it. Age waits for a reaction, but I didn't hear back.

Ed looks at Age in a stunned manner and doesn't even wander off as he is.

Fernando had a frightened look on his face.

This guy started doing insane things again, and his face says.

I may have overdone it.

Would it have been too difficult for the people of this island?

Age had that worry, but that wasn't the only problem.

There is also a huge difference in the amount of knowledge, but above all for the people of the island, it is not something that we can logically think about and deduce so much.

There's no such thing as an environment to think about.

If I had time to spend thinking, I needed to move my body for tomorrow's life.

As a result, deeply conceivable human beings themselves had become very rare.

If you make deep insights, hypotheses about questions, like Age, anomalies emerge even in response.

The fact that Fernando is just stunned will probably be due to the accumulation of trust he has had so far.

Ed seemed totally barometric.

"I didn't know my long-standing doubts would be solved just at first sight..."

The voice Ed groaned was a little lonely.

"Well, this looks like you could use a shovel"

"Oh, sure. No matter how hard it is, it's sandy. I don't think you need a turtle."

In an attempt to change the air, Age checks the state of the sand and suggests what is likely to be needed on the scene today.

Shovels are also called scoops, but the classification is actually vague, and there is an unusual nature in the country that is reversed by East-West calling.

In Wakayama, where Age lived, he called the small one Scoop, but one time a customer from Kanto asked for Scoop to make it, and it was a shovel, which was a problem.

Once Age came back to pick up her stuff, it was called a swordtip shovel with a sharp, pointed blade.

This time it is used to dig sand, but the one in the shape of a sword tip is also used to dig back hard soil and cut the roots of trees, so this time it was carrying this kind of amount. Most of them have been successfully exchanged in previous transactions.

Give Ed a shovel against the young man he actually works for.

"Hey, Lau. Try this shovel."

"Ha. Okay."

A young man named Lau was still a seaside manly figure and a fierce figure who burned in the day.

Chili's short red hair curves as she twirls.

Lau actually started scratching the sand without complaining, even looking at the handed shovel with a troublesome look on his face.

Dig a shovel of salt-mixed sand called "Mr. Shasha", a different color of sand.

Jacques, and a shovel blade cut sand.

"Oh... what, this"

"Well, Lau."

Age likes this moment.

When the user is surprised by the effect of his/her creation, and raises a short but surprising voice, joy, and a questionable voice that prevents him/her from understanding reality, he/she laughs all the more.

"Elder, I'm not sure what this is, but it's good."

"Right."

You don't need to know the hard logic to use.

I just couldn't wait to see the delightful look on the face of a young man named Lau.