Seiun wo Kakeru

Eight Stories Oral

It was the night I finished mining.

The starry sky expands and the spring air cools in with Sin.

While everyone in the village was resting their bodies and preparing for tomorrow, a waterwheel was making noise around at the blacksmith.

Often only the sounds of the river are echoed in the river plains at night, only the sounds of the turning of the water wheel.

That was a sight not normally seen.

Age watched as pine coal lit the orange "Daiyi" color with soft lights.

(10) The wind of Fujiko gets stronger from time to time.

The light of the charcoal grows stronger and the sparks fly smaller.

Patsy, my face gets so hot, along with the sound of being able to play.

No chopsticks, no hammers, Age watched the fire furnace.

The face is blurred and illuminated.

Eventually, one came to the blacksmith.

Age stood up and looked at the entrance.

It's dim inside and you can't see your face.

But I knew exactly who came.

I don't have anything to visit the blacksmith at this hour.

It was me I called.

"Coming, Pietro"

"Yes. What is it, parent"

"Close the door first."

"Yes? Okay."

Gigg, and the hinge makes a slight noise, and the door closes.

Inside the blacksmith, which was darker than the original, the moonlight did not even enter, adding more darkness.

Place the pine branches that were in the pine coal of the fire furnace on a fire plate and make them pine.

(12) When instructed to apply "Kanju", Pietro could no longer suppress the doubt.

I've heard it in a surprising voice.

"That's a lot tough. What the hell can I do for you?

"You didn't say anything about coming here except your family, did you?

"Well, that's right, they nailed me. Parents are the only ones who know they've been called by their parents. They don't even know where they're going."

"Then it's good. I didn't tell Tania where I was going."

"Is that for Tania too!? What the hell are we going to do...!

"I'm going to tell you the secret of blacksmithing."

"Give me a secret..."

I don't know how deeply I felt Age's serious attitude.

But Pietro's body shook loudly once.

Maybe you understand the importance of things.

Back then, it was the Edo period.

The blacksmiths, once supposedly more than 10,000, had about ten apprentices on one parent.

But secrets could only be taught to one or both of the best of his disciples.

And I strictly regulated teaching others the techniques I taught.

They were tough enough for technology to get lost at times.

It was strict self-restraint to make half objects and not damage the owner.

It was part of that that Age called Pietro uninhabited.

To avoid being asked by other disciples in case.

But I think it's still early.

There are other reasons why I don't teach you.

Now that you've given Pietro a secret, you won't be able to understand the depth of that technology.

I haven't been satisfied with my work yet.

It wouldn't be a mistake to let them acquire technology first and then grow it slowly.

Pietro didn't even look like he noticed Age's troubles.

I guess you're intensely excited about the fact that you can tell me your secret from now on.

In the dark, his face was so red that even the lights of the pine lights could tell.

Well, okay.

Teach early and deepen your thoughts and you will always be fed.

Let's sow now.

Believe in the day when you will be a great tree and wait carefully.

"Even so, there's only one thing I teach you today"

"Oh, okay."

"What, are you unhappy?

"No! That's not true"

"You can tell me everything at once, but you won't get it."

"That's what you do."

"I have a cutting knife on the way to work that I was just going to do tomorrow. Use this."

"Is it a cut out"

"Oh, I'll cook this in"

Cutting out is one of those knives you treasure for cutting small things and stuff.

When Age stood in front of the fire furnace, she grabbed the cut out with chopsticks and threw it over pine coal.

Let the iron dive in the heat and move the swing.

The fire hasn't gotten so hot yet.

I was going to get close to the desired temperature.

Age should provide a predetermined explanation until the desired temperature is reached.

"There are a few points to baking."

"Yes."

"One is applied to the baked blade soil Yamatobachi overall, but if you want to stiffen this thickness, thin it. And I don't mind the subway being thick."

"This is the one my parents always work out for themselves."

"Yes, I am."

The baked blade soil is essentially made from only materials just outside the blacksmith.

"I'll teach you how to do it again the next time, but mix charcoal powder with clay, rough grinding powder with it, look for quality soil from the mountains, and add borax" Bursa ". Because it really varies from genre to genre, and I keep each one a secret, I'm not sure about the subtle formulations. The sword prep tells me you mix roasted borax in the ink."

"Ready to preach?

"You can think of it as one of the famous genres. It's a technology I've been passing on in my country for a long time."

"I'm not sure about ink or borax, but I get it."

"That's fine. You just have to know there's a lot going on. Another time to learn more."

While talking, Age's nerves were focused on the fire furnace.

Determine carefully so that no grilling unevenness can occur.

At this time, if the iron temperature becomes uneven, the particles will grow only there.

Then there are negative effects such as missing or a much worse cut.

It's just a slight difference.

Every blacksmith was a very nerve-wracking moment.

But the moment the temperature goes into the iron.

Age was my favorite at this time.

It's a sight I can't see until I'm a blacksmith.

In cold conditions, black iron gradually brightens up.

Brown to red.

Then it becomes orange, and if it gets hotter, it becomes yellow, and it emits light all the time when it's dazzling.

Observe the light carefully and discern the temperature.

I never get tired of seeing it again and again. On the contrary, I get more and more attracted.

I want to be more extreme.

The appearance of iron turning red.

It was such a beautiful sight that I accidentally forgot to blink.

"As I said before,

"Yes."

"Never bake in the daytime. Thin cloudy, close the door, or we'll do it at night. The colour of iron looks different depending on the brightness. Blacksmiths who cook during the day are second-rate."

"Okay."

If you don't keep it up to exquisite temperatures, the iron will soften.

It is extremely difficult to identify the colour of that iron.

The old man made this a secret by analogy to various colors.

As far as Age knows, for example, in the prequel, as the color of Xiaodou "Azuki" and Su Fang "Suho".

In the Soju Herald, colors are taught in somewhat poetic expressions, such as colors that have tried to watermark the fire of row lights on paper and the color of the moon that emerges from the edge of the mountain on summer nights.

If you know the iron temperatures, you can see that those expressions are correct.

But you can't tell Pietro this directly.

Because they are all handed down to Japan.

How can I tell you exactly?

It's too much work, even if I've taught you to do it many times.

Age thought, and came up with one way.

"In the fall..."

"Yes."

"You'd be able to do red leaves, wouldn't you?

"Right. From yellow to bright red leaves, it's beautiful."

"If any of the leaves that are falling have the most suitable color for baking, let's take that. You should see it every day."

"If that's the case, you don't have to show it to your parents this way, you can study"

"It will be quick to remember because you can see it every day. And it's good if you burn that color completely to your head. Then I started practicing hardening, and now I remember it as an iron color."

"I look forward to autumn."

"Right."

"Usu"

It is not possible to use unique modern inspection methods such as checking the temperature of the oil with a thermometer, baking it back, or measuring the hardness with a hardness gauge.

So the only way to teach is not to rely on scientific numbers, but through five senses, experience, and memory.

Age soaked it in a water bucket for baking, showing iron that emitted light beautifully.

Jugo, and in an instant I hear the intense sound of the water evaporating, finishing the quenching.

The iron was also back to its original black color.

politely grind this and it will glow in beautiful silver.

"Did you see that?

"Yes, I saw it well"

"Okay. The baking back is another opportunity. You should go home early today and reassure your parents."

"Parent, thank you"

"Yeah."

I wonder if I could do a little familiar work with Pietro, who carefully bows his head.

It has been done so far by two fathers and a son.

I was a little confused at first about keeping and raising my little one.

If you think you're finally getting used to it, next up are the problem children who also involved political thoughts.

I can't even just think about the future prospects.

We just have to try and make mistakes while we're in the vanity.

"Don't tell anyone about tonight."

"Yes. Never, I won't tell anyone. Good night."

But this is how I have an apprentice who takes me seriously.

That makes me feel like trying.

Looking behind Pietro on his way home, Age was also on his way home.

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