Seiun wo Kakeru

Three story dreams.

The moment I saw the sight that came into my sight, Age realized it was a dream.

That was the Japanese-style room.

There are DVDs and video decks lining the walls on the television of Wadansu and Brown tubes between the six tatami.

In the middle of the room there is a cottage and the cottage futon is removed.

And above all, what makes me feel nostalgic is that behind the kotatsu, Age's father, Youngichi, is sitting there.

An arm full of burns is peeking through my cuffs at my daily blacksmith job. My back was bent round because the work at hand would continue.

It was characterised by strong willed eyes and thick brows.

"English...... are you back? Sit down."

"Yes."

As my father tells me briefly, Age sits facing each other.

I read the serious air into the words and became naturally seated.

When he confirmed that Age sat down, Youngichi glanced at Guillaume.

Ugh, breathtaking.

The attentive big man had an unexpectedly frightening gaze, but Age didn't like it.

Father, Ying's best words are always quiet.

But thoughtful and spitting words have something to strike my mind with.

"My teacher called me. It's a waste not to go to school, even though you have excellent grades. You said you were going to succeed me."

"Yes."

"Stop."

When it comes to inheriting after normal, parents are happy.

But Youngichi cut it off in one word.

"It's not popular to blacksmith now. Even around here, Mr. Yamada's place and ours are the only ones. I was born my oldest son, so I can't be forced to inherit it it."

"It's not impossible.... I wanted to do it, so do it."

"What?"

"Besides, it's not a ready-made product, because you make something that suits each person, isn't it your father who said it's worth a field blacksmith, not a factory? I'll take over. I like blacksmiths."

"English"

I came out of my mouth unexpectedly because I had seen my father's back for a long time and felt proud of the job.

I've heard a lot about the blacksmith not having a successor.

Going out of business one after the other, and only a little over a hundred in Japan, there is only a field blacksmith left.

Age wanted to change the current state of the blacksmith industry like that. I thought that was all the charm.

Say what you want to say, Age's chest is pulsating dodgy.

All you have to do is wait for the answer. I was thirsty and seemed to tingle.

Youngichi will have the look of seeing something strange.

Ever since I've been heartened, I've been listening to what I say so well.

Maybe this is the first time I've bumped opposition from the front.

Youngichi kept her mouth shut for a while, but the next moment she had a grin on her mouth.

"You've come to say it too, haven't you? But go to college."

"Dad!"

"Listen. There are various alloys besides steel now. Daily use of stains is a good example. I'm not telling you to go to a department that has nothing to do with it. Metal engineering, if you learn that kind of specialization, will help you in the future. It's impossible for me to graduate from high school. What, when I come back for a long vacation, I'll tell you so much I don't like it then"

I understood my father's words and smiled at Age unknowingly.

I was not opposed.

I'm more than happy with that.

"I'm telling you, my teaching is tough. Let them escape."

"It's okay. It tells me what I want to do. I'm sure you can stand it."

"Big mouth slapping.... Sort of good. It's booze today. You swallow, too."

I'm a minor.

My father takes out a helicopter bottle and pours it out quickly into a glass.

My sight goes away.

I can see my consciousness slowly awakening.

I really missed it.

Life when I knew nothing and had no anxiety about the future.

Now, I can never go back.

Dad...

Tears spread on Age's cheek.

The sound sounds without rest with the gown gown.

The sound of trembling to the core of your body is caused by a water wheel.

The sound of the box (fudge) sending wind without rest, the heat of the furnace increasing, the burning sound of the flame, and the sound of striking metal. They echo into the blacksmith.

"Parents, that's an amazing amount. Is this all repaired?

"Yeah. More than I expected. You're wasting your money and your plow. Pietro's having a tough time with more work, too, but nice to meet you."

"I'll do my best. But I knew it was going to be quick."

"It would be nice if you did the best you could with medium grinding. I knew I was pushing you too fast."

The blacksmith is lined with numerous tips.

It occupies most of what Age has created since the blacksmith took place on this land.

The reason for the repair is most of the missing teeth from the pioneering work.

Maybe there was more carbon than expected, Age thinks.

A high amount of steel carbon makes it stiff and sharp, but easier to chip.

Or are there too many stones in the earth?

I have replaced all the new tips I had prepared.

And then we're going to be adding more blade tips, but this is a pretty laborious job.

Heat carefully chipped blade tips one at a time, cut them off once with a shovel, and apply new steel.

The chopped blade tip can also be melted and reused.

Unlike modern steel, it is quite laborious to make steel, so reuse it thoroughly where it can be reused.

A rare guest arrived when it was time to finish today.

It's Mike the Hunter.

The hand is gripped with a large swing of cow knife tucked in the leather sheath.

"It's rare to come here. Is that an order?

"Oops. It's autumn already. We have to smoke livestock cattle and pigs. One knife, please."

I am handed a cow knife with words.

"It's a good cow knife that cuts leather and fat well. Now that you know your arm, make it a little smaller next time."

"But why smoke it?

Mike rarely pushed silently to Age's simple question, which had never crossed the winter in the village.

A subtle air of silence represents that you asked the obvious question.

But from Age, I don't know.

I just honestly thought it would be better to keep it alive without smoking it, because the preservation technique is not developed either.

"... well omee, in winter, the grass will wither away and you won't be able to give him a mesh to your satisfaction either. Though it would be better to kill early and take a little meat than to lose weight and starve to death"

"Oh...... right. You're about to do your first rotation, so it's natural. I had no idea."

"Not at all. He's a guy who doesn't know if he's solid or if he's missing somewhere."

Ahaha, and deceive me with laughter, and put my head on.

Age's common sense and the life of this place were so different that these differences in food were still seen everywhere.

"How soon should I make it?

"Next week. Besides me simmering livestock, the hunter's one will put it together for six. Make as much as you can."

"Okay. I don't know how much I can make because there is also production of Xu.... Oh, speaking of which, smoking takes fat, doesn't it?

"Oh, I know you well. I'll leave it at least, but I'll take a chunk of fat or something."

"That, if you don't use it, could you split it it?

"Well, I'll do as many as I can because I have limited use and I can't save them, but what are you going to use them for?

"It's soap. When I work in blacksmiths, I get a lot of ash every day, so I was wondering if I could use it for anything other than fields."

I will briefly explain to Mike that I don't really understand soap and that Age often removes dirt.

Unlike blacksmiths, this is my first try.

I don't know how far I can go, but it's worth a try, Age thought.

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