Seiun wo Kakeru

It was a big back.

The burning sound of flames, the sound of striking metal, the sound of burnt iron making the water evaporate in an instant.

With all sorts of sounds, I grew up looking at its back, hot and cold, happy and pathetic.

My father was a man who did not speak much.

It probably would have taken longer to talk to iron or flames than my son.

Consequently, a long vacation for college students, which allowed them to collide with their father from the front, was a pleasant time for Age.

"Teaching you how to handle iron"

"Is it good?

"It's an admission celebration, I keep my word. But it's not sweet because you're a parent or a child."

That was before college.

It was busy for Age, who is being chased to move to Osaka and prepare for school, and it was hard to make time, but it's a teaching of the memorial.

I nodded without one or two.

"Okay. Get in."

"I used to look at my father's back from the room. One day I'm gonna want to take over, too, and I've been thinking."

"I don't know if you run away tough."

"It's okay. Best regards,"

Youngichi scratched his nose head at Age, who lowered his head.

Her face turned a little red and she was lit up.

There were a number of fresh discoveries and surprises when I actually stood in the workplace.

It's something that you don't actually know how much effort and process exists to make one thing.

Youngichi brought three iron solidification from the shelves.

Age can't tell how that's different.

"This is the steel of the material used for blacksmithing. Blue paper, blank paper of Anlai Steel (Sukiyako). This is yellow paper."

"How is that different?

"Blue paper cuts long. Blank paper is easy to grind. Different amount of chrome or tungsten"

"What about yellow paper?

"It's steel for ordinary people, not craftsmen."

"How do I tell?

"If you put it on the grinder, you can tell by the spark scattering"

"Which is the best?

"It depends on how you use it and your arm. The same goes for the ingredients, but the way they are made of fire... depends the most on how they are beaten. Different carbon volumes (I and II) and types are more divided, and each has different sintering and sintering temperatures, so remember exactly. A skilled craftsman needs a head."

"Okay."

Actually put it on the grinder.

The amount of sparks is different.

And it's not the same whether the tip of a flown spark blooms like a hua or just ends up flying.

When repairing, etc., we must distinguish the steel from this spark and adjust the condition of the fire, it is important information.

My father's teaching was harsh.

I never missed a single little thing and gave him a harsh reprimand.

Someone who, at the same time, did not miss a trace of fine growth, the part that definitely got better praised.

Age's patience would not be the only problem she could endure until school and didn't have to fight.

"I'm home."

"Are you back yet? Didn't you just start coming through?"

It's summer vacation.

"The test is"

"I'm fine, so I'm back."

Then I went home every time I took a break.

The more I knew, the less I knew about iron.

He gave another look one after the other, like a skilled actress, difficult and fascinating.

I know how my father feels about typing in.

It was also about my father that I found out.

I have only seen my personal life so far, but when I actually start waving a hammer, my father's thoughts are leaked from various places other than words.

Youngichi, while teaching, will carry out his daily orders.

Even though the number of blacksmiths is decreasing, work is surprisingly busy.

"I used to be just a local customer, but amateurs don't buy it these days"

"That's surprising. Not an online order or something?

"Almost passing through. I knew one item was user-friendly. At first, I only buy my own knives and stuff, but once I realize how easy it is to use, there are people out there who keep buying them for relatives and friends."

"Heh. We've never bought a knife at a home center or anything, so I don't know. That feeling."

"If I'd used a home center knife in my house, I'd be out of business from that day on."

"You must be most shocked."

"I was wondering if you could put other products on a local property exhibition. I don't have time for that."

That's a good thing.

"So get used to it and be satisfied with even one grind."

"Okay."

Youngichi knew everything Age wanted to know, and if she asked, she would definitely answer.

Hold on to your own thoughts, probably because you're hitting the iron.

One day, Age wanted to know about ancient Japanese jade steel.

I heard it was used in Japanese swords and wanted to try it.

But so far my father never tried to talk about jade steel.

Don't you have any good thoughts?

Naturally, I was cautious when asking questions.

"What about jade steel?

"... good. It's soft steel that won't break, but it has a long cut. It's so much easier when you make a blade."

"That's awesome."

"Besides, it's good that it's easy to fold back. Compared to Anlai Steel, there is plenty of room for temperature control of sintering and baking, and you can try it a few times."

Youngichi answered with some excitement.

Is it because you know the charm of jade steel? The reaction was unexpected.

"Why don't you use it? You're selling, aren't you?

"We can't get it. Basically, they're not for sale except for the masons."

"I looked it up online, and there were places I did it myself."

"Don't listen to me for a second. But I can't do it alone like we do."

"Can I check it out?

"... If you need it, you can use our name. He'll listen to you as much as he talks."

"Is it good!?

"You should also be able to visit. You can try it until you're satisfied."

Eventually, we were to go on a tour to the production site of Jade Steel.

I could also watch the sight of the forge and deplored the size of the bowl of the head.

He went home after that every time he took a break and continued to brush his arms as he was scolded.

It was only three more years after graduation that it became known as serving one person.

Seven years if you count from school.

Still, they never say it's top notch. Just one serving.

Age kept trying to get past her father one day, trying to be creative.

This... Well, I...

As soon as I saw what was arranged on the table, Age instantly understood what it was.

And that was also evidence that Age was a sudden sasha who had no connection to anyone in the village of Siena.

Those were Age's belongings.

With the technology of where we are, it's just not reproducible at all.

Fabric garments made of thin colors are Age's favourite.

Smartphone in damaged blue jeans with lustrous light.

A self-winding watch I got for my college admissions celebration.

Skin making purse.

They line up nicely.

None of them have been impaired in form as well as function.

The phone didn't work, but the watch started carving the time in the same way, if you turn Zenmai.

"When I saw you, I had too unusual a style. I couldn't leave a suspicious person like that, so I didn't temporarily take my stuff away. Of course, I'm going to give it back as soon as I know what it is."

But I didn't know the nature of it.

Because Age's memory had been lost.

It was the conversation that took place, but even if I tried farming, it didn't look as if I was used to it. But I knew immediately that my hands were clever and I had the gift of manufacturing things.

"Even if we allowed the village to stay, we were going to see a little bit. Perhaps your memory will return soon. Then I thought I should apologize and give it back. But it was too hard to remember, and Franco confirmed the Lord's presence and couldn't leave him alone for a moment. What do you say you get your memories back?

"Yes, every one of them, like a calling water, has awakened my memory"

Southern English II, that was Age's name.

It is a family of historic blacksmiths dating back eight generations in Tanabe, Wakayama Prefecture.

They used to be forge, but there was an abandoned sword decree that converted them to blacksmiths in the field.

Age advanced to Osaka's public university to carry on her father's trail.

I can now clearly understand those memories about myself.

But the memories before and after waking up in the village of Siena are still cloudy.

I don't know how I got to the village of Siena, and it's like I don't know why.

The last thing I remember was how I looked on the plane.

I was scheduled to visit a German workshop.

"Hmm... I don't know what to say. This heavy iron flies through the sky like a bird, and there is another earth spread across the sea... I just wonder if I would have gone crazy if I didn't have this strange thing. Can Tania understand that?

"No, is it a machine? I can't imagine a world filled with many times more awesome things than Mr. Age has ever made. But it's nice to have a world where no one has trouble with food."

"Do you know how that happened?

"No, that doesn't make it any clearer"

I don't know the most important thing.

My heart moans somewhere.

The village of Siena is a cozy place.

But still, it's not the home where I was born and raised, and the environment is just different.

I can't leave my beloved wife alone, but my thoughts of returning home are stronger.

I wish I had a plan that would both work......

As much as I wish I could not do that, my two wishes are equally great.

"Well, mainly because it's important, you just have to think slowly about it. More than that, the question is, what will your Lord do now that your memory is back?"

"What to do," he said.

"If you intend to remain in this village, we will welcome you with the same attitude. But if you're going to leave, you're going to have to get a lot of money. I've accommodated a lot."

"Grandma! Do you really think Age should leave!?

"I didn't say that. The man my granddaughter liked. Emotionally, I want you to stay. But because we are losing our memories, we were able to recommend that we remain strong. It's up to him to see what Age wants when he's back in his memory."

To the words of the village chief, Tania hits the question with strong momentum.

The village chief's words to it were sober ones that drained emotions.

"I don't like it. 'Cause I promised!

"It's Age. The Lord decides as He thinks."

"Grandma!

"I advise you one thing from Washi, I don't really think that even if you leave this village, you will be able to return to where your Lord was. I don't think it's bad for me to have a wife like this and live in this village."

Age's answer is set.

Let's stay in this village, have a son with Tania, and as blacksmiths do our best to develop the village.

But for some reason, honestly, the words don't come out of my mouth.

I wonder why not. Because you don't wholeheartedly think so, or because you're lost?

The air in the room tends to the attitude of Age, who can hardly say a word.

Tania looks harrowed by Age's attitude, tears in her eyes.

It's painful. But still, that important word doesn't come out of my mouth.

It's like my father gave me a bad mouth.

That's when the door was knocked.

"Who is it?"

It's Bernardo, village chief.

"What can I do for you? Now I'm gonna tell you something a little important."

"Age came over and asked. I just wanted to tell you one thing."

"... that's good. Get in."

The door opened and Bernardo came in.

You were in the middle of farming, your pants are dirty with dirt.

Bernardo laughed happily as he glanced at Age.

"I could have told you you were going into a deal, but you told me how to sow it the other day."

"Yes, I haven't been able to sow any tools since then."

"I'm not. If you sow the seeds as you were told, they'll really keep sprouting. I just wanted to say thank you so much. Thank you, thanks to you, you can cultivate a wide field, or turn it around to those who eat the excess."

Oh, well.

By staying, these people can live easier.

Agie realised unexpectedly.

That's what my head knew, and I've seen him happy.

I also knew that every single thing I made was useful.

But really appreciated and delighted with a little knowledge.

I never felt that stronger than I do now.

If you go back to where you were, you'll be able to do a lot of work.

But not as much as this place, it requires my presence.

This is where I get the most out of being.

"Mr. Village Chief, Tania, listen to me"

"Let's hear it."

"... Yes"

"I will remain in this village. And I hope we can help develop this village at all."

"Hmmm......"

"Mr. Age!

I assure the village chief, who nods satisfactorily, and Tania, who reveals his gratitude, that his judgment is not wrong.

I'm sorry to bother you.

"That's not true. It was a good time. Welcome, thank you. Keep it up."

"Oops, yooshik"

I guess you don't understand why.

Raising his hand brightly and greetingly, Bernardo does not understand what he has done.

Bernardo's words undoubtedly pushed Age's back gently.

Hence the Southern English II - Age, once again, vowed in his heart to become part of the village of Siena.

And this marked a turning point in the great development of the village.