Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri

A few days have passed since the fierce battle with the spiritual beast at the Rock Salt Mine.

I was the one who was badly injured, but I was able to move thanks to the rest.

"Is there any particular difference in the pit?"

I was alone when I was able to move, and I came to a safety investigation inside the mine.

Though he crusaded the Spiritual Beast, the Lord, for a hundred years, it was a place where no man's hand could enter at all.

Make a final check with this eye to see if there is any danger before it is fully operational.

"Looks like the pit could use some restoration."

There was no significant damage to the installations inside the mine. This will likely be reusable soon, with some restoration of the equipment.

This would be the shame of the Mountain Hole tribes previously excavated, whose foundation work was solid.

It is a history of “good work” like the Mountain Hole clan with no compromise on work until stubborn.

"First, the mining of rock salt to be used in the village. After that..."

Think about the future use of this rock salt mine.

Anyway, this mine has one of the best rock salt reserves on the continent.

In the future, it is necessary to keep the existence itself confidential and also to handle carefully how to use the rock salt that has been dug out.

Anyway, "salt” is an essential thing for a person's survival.

Even in the history of the planet, salt has long occupied an important place in politics and economics. Merchants dealing with salt gain great wealth, and many rise up to nobility.

Many rulers were monopolizing by the state and lords, obtaining from salt the wealth to sustain the country.

Anyway, careful attention will be paid to handling large quantities of salt in the future.

"First of all, it's mining and refining arrangements."

Impurities are easily mixed up in a way that directly digs out rock salt and are hard and unsuitable for consumption.

For it to be an edible commodity, it required the knowledge of a specialized Mountain Hole clan.

While considering the handling of salt, the safety in the pit will be investigated without scratching.

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"Well, at the end of the day it's the bottom..."

Finish checking all the safety in the pit and head to the last location.

Mining site on the lowest level of the mine. It is the scene of a final battle between us and the Spiritual Beast a few days ago.

Slow slopes and reach the lowest level.

"There you are, Mr. Jii."

Speak up to the person who was at the bottom.

"What, you were here, kid..."

It was Gaton, an old blacksmith of the Mountain Hole clan, who was in the place.

He stood quietly without even holding a pine light in the dim with only light moss (hikariko).

It's so hard in the dark.

"Well, the Mountain Holes look good in the dark."

"I guess."

I walk next to Gaton, and I look at him at the end of his gaze.

The old blacksmith narrowed his eyes and stared at the black mass (heap) at his feet.

"The remains of a spiritual beast."

"Oh... weathering is coming to an end..."

Gaton was staring at the corpse of a spiritual beast that we defeated a few days ago. I kept the remains of the spiritual beast only the severed nucleus (core), while the others were left here.

"The wreckage of the spiritual beast becomes dust with the soul it has taken in, and feeds the land..."

"Right."

Unlike normal beasts, spiritual beasts leave no flesh or bones after death.

When the nucleus is destroyed, it takes time to become dust (dust) and disappear into the air. with the souls of the eaten and killed organisms taken in.

"Do you have your people and family in this dust?"

"Oh... we're all good-looking guys. Best miner and blacksmith ever..."

A hundred years ago, the settlement of the Mountain Hole tribe that was in the mine was destroyed by this spiritual beast that suddenly descended.

Some of them fled as hard as Gaton did, but most of their compatriots said they had become food for spiritual beasts.

"For the last hundred years... I resented this spiritual beast. Separating it from catastrophe could not have been done by me..."

"Right."

Old blacksmith Gaton speaks quietly.

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A hundred years ago, he said he was ashamed of himself for abandoning his family and companions and surviving.

The flames of that resentment never went away, even as I was taken care of by the village of Uld, where I had my life saved.

The existence of a "spiritual beast” on this continent is like a natural disaster created by nature. One of the inevitable fates of death.

You can't hit anywhere (anywhere) with the anger of losing your own kind.

Gaton, a soul without a place to go, continued to strike iron indifferently in his workshop for nearly a hundred years.

When I realized it, I also had the opportunity to get the title of one of the leading craftsmen (Jazz) on the continent.

But still, the heart of the old blacksmith Gaton will not be healed.

"That's when Onusi showed up... Onusi, the" lost man "..."

It was Yamato, a mysterious young man with wisdom, who appeared in the predicament of the village of Uld. The person demonstrates new technology and courage and solves the village's problems.

If you take the weapon, you will defeat the ferocious beast with unstoppable moves and speed in your eyes.

He also possessed strange tools and weapons.

"A complex mechanical crossbow (crossbow) … and a dagger (survival knife) forged with metal that I've never even seen" this washer ". That was a shock..."

"Oh, that's when"

Gaton expected somewhere in his heart...... 'Wouldn't this person one day defeat the Ano Spiritual Beast?'.

But for my own resentment, I didn't even want to use anyone else.

"I didn't want to jeopardize Onusi on my own..."

"So you were lost to the end? Give me this."

Finished listening to Gaton, I pull out the single-edged sword that was lowering to my hips. This is the sword Gaton threw at me during the showdown with the Spiritual Beast.

Thanks to this sword, I was able to slash off the hardened tentacles and defeat the spiritual beast.

"Only to defeat the spiritual beast, the sword of resentment has been created by the eagle." It's not something that keeps people alive... "

Gaton had deep regrets.

The Mountain Hole tribe, beloved by the "God of Iron and Fire”, has a harsh commandment: 'Do not strike iron with personal resentment'.

The old blacksmith Gaton broke that oath.

I am determined to create a new sword based on the Japanese survival knife, the crystal of modern Japanese craftsmanship, which Yamato received at that time as a consideration.

Seven days and seven nights before the showdown, he mixed his secret steel with a survival knife to create a ”sword". Give me the Devil's Sword of Gaton's greatest masterpiece with centuries of grudge.

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Gaton's story goes on.

"Then the eagle... could not hand over the sword when he dropped off the Lord. You're lost... regretting your stupid behavior"

So you were so worried about my gear.

At the time of final confirmation before entering the mine a few days ago. Gaton has spoken of my lightness in perseverance.

Perhaps even then, he wanted to hand over this sword and was in a grip. There must have been something wrong with the scratch.

"Forgive me, kid... no, it's Yamato. Because of my personal feelings, I put Onusi and everyone in the village at risk..."

The old blacksmith Gaton has apologized as he clogged his voice.

A stubborn and inconvenient Mountain Hole man admits he's not.

"Never mind, Mr. Jii. It's no big deal."

"Become!? But I..."

"Thanks to Jii, everyone in the village and I are alive. That's all I need."

"Kid...... Onusi......"

There are no lies in my words.

Without this old blacksmith, I can't imagine what would have happened to the life of the village that was in distress.

The tools created from its awesome arms improved the life of the village, and the hunting tools gave us fur and meat that snuggled through the cold and hunger.

It was also thanks to Gaton's created crossbow (crossbow) squad that protected the village from brutal outrageous bandits.

And it is also thanks to this sword of Gaton that he was able to exterminate the Warcraft and obtain salt.

Instead of "consideration” for this sword. I'll do this to Jii. "

To Gaton, who is losing his word, I hand him the cup.

Then pour the amber (kohaku) coloured liquid from the vial (kogame) brought from the village.

"What is this..."

"It's the village chief's most secret liquor. I'm tickling."

"At a time like this, it's booze..."

"It's a donation drink."

I explain to Gaton.

In my home country, it is customary to dedicate cups to mourning the deceased. This is a drink and a cup for it.

"I'm very old and stained by the kid's cunt, Onusi..."

"I'm going out with you."

Pour the same liquor into your cup and shift your gaze from the spiritual beast to the weathered dust (chisel) that rises.

"To the rest of the souls of the brave Mountain Hole tribe... donate cups"

"A toast..."

I don't need a long word to say goodbye.

Me and Gaton serve a cup in the silence of no one.

Against the souls of the great Hans.