Ore no Ongaeshi: High Spec Murazukuri

This is a story after returning from the trading city of Orn.

The Inahon harvest was over in the village of Uld and preparations were under way for the winter.

"How's it going, Jii from Gaton?

"Huh, kid? As you can see."

In the meantime, I visit Gaton's blacksmith workshop. It was a confirmation of the job I was asking for.

"Well, this is a big deal"

I find finished farm equipment in the corner of the workshop, and I admire its ability.

"Hmm, the work itself is no big deal. Otherwise, Onusi is a stranger, thinking about such bizarre equipment."

To my compliments, Gaton answers humbly. As always, poor mouth is characteristic of the Mountain Hole tribe, which I don't particularly care about.

"By the way, Mr. Jii. I want you to process the example stone and give it to me."

You mean "example stone..." the wrath of the Firestone God ”? You can't do that."

Gaton rarely refuses my favor. At the end of that gaze was a metal box that was kept tight.

"I'm not a dangerous substitute for people's hands..."

Inside the box was a secret stone of the Mountain Hole clan, called "The Wrath of the Fire Stone God”.

It looks similar to a treasure ball, but is a dangerous stone that explodes by impacting it.

I know the nature and dangers of the explosion I was shown a while ago. That's why it was the stone I really wanted for the future.

"Impact can be solved in this bag"

"A bag... what is this?

Gaton is surprised when he opens his eyes to the touch of the bag I handed him. It was a strange cloth that absorbed the shock pressed with its fingers.

"Wrap them in this cloth, one at a time, when carrying stones"

"I see... it's not possible to carry this..."

Gaton is satisfied with my explanation.

stubborn craftsmen, but there was a greed to incorporate anything of excellence. And I'm still seriously observing the bag.

(I didn't know a low rebellion material would help in a place like this...)

On the inside of the bag I put out, I used a low-rebellion material.

What I had when I transferred to this world, cut from bedding mats for the outdoors. And high quality low repulsion materials have properties that absorb quite a few shocks.

"I see safety. Then“ The Wrath of Firestone God ”is only a secret stone. Consideration to give..."

"The price is this“ core. "

"Nucleus!? Onusi, are you crazy!?"

Gaton surprises me with a loud voice I've never heard before and listens back.

I would never have dreamed of offering the nucleus (core) of a spiritual beast as consideration.

"The nucleus (core) of such a large spiritual beast is rare... and can be bought for a small country..."

What surprises Gaton is the size to the value of the nucleus (core).

In the heritage of the Mountain Hole tribe, the race of the earth, the nucleus (core) gives good fortune to those who possess it and protects themselves from all diseases and curses.

Therefore kings and great merchants of all nations were spiritual stones that they wanted, even with a great deal of money.

"I'm not interested in gold. I need the power of Firestone's wrath more than that."

"Hmm. Still an abnegation man."

"I don't want Mr. Jii to tell me"

"That's what happened."

Ridiculous as we joke.

People of different ages and races, clumsy similarities to each other. Gaton promises to give me the "Wrath of the Firestone God” he holds.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Mr. Jii. Make me this spear."

"Hmm. Anyway, I thought that was it. Let me see which one... hey, what is this..."

When I look at the paper I offered, Gaton complains. There was a blueprint for a new weapon that applied the nature of "Firestone God's Wrath”.

"It's not possible to make this... but I just used it once and this is going to break. The arm of those who use it will be torn apart by recoil..."

Even though he's out of sentence, Gaton reads the blueprints and calculates them in his head.

Its destructive power and spear durability. And even take the lives of those who use them, the shock to the horror.

"The spear is disposable. Make me a few by spring. I'll handle the recoil."

"Build such a dangerous spear. The spiritual beast is your opponent..."

"Oh, this is my idea."

Gaton was discerning my sincerity. Normal thieves don't need so many weapons.

I mean, like at the rock salt mine, I had a feeling I was going to confront the spiritual beast again. And that we have to get over it.

"Don't do anything too dangerous and make Miss Riesha or the kids cry...... kid"

"Oh, I know"

Gaton, who knows more about the dangers of spiritual beasts than anyone else, was getting a little sentimental.

To reassure such an old blacksmith, I answer that I am fine.

"And break the nucleus (core) evenly just now"

"Become!? Hey, this isn't what I got as a consideration!?"

Gaton shouts out again to my suggestion just now. Like an earlier emotion is a lie, it disappears in an instant.

"I want to use it as a talisman. Maybe Mr. Jii the boulder, but you can't crack that nucleus (core)?

"Hmm. Don't be stupid! There are no stones and metals that can't be handled by the Washira Mountain Hole clan! There's no such thing as a nucleus!

"That's just great. Just like a spear, we'll be fine until the snow melts."

Gaton acknowledged that he would break one large nucleus (core) and create several talisman stones.

It shines its eyes on the processing of nuclei (cores) that have never been experienced before.

"And that Leanhardt shielding technique was interesting. I need a big shield for this blueprint."

"Hey, kid! Are you going to kill me during the winter!?"

"If you can't, I'll hit the other one."

"Well, it's up to me to be able to. Instead, during the winter months, don't cut off the fine liquor!

Gaton is only three blacksmith masters on the continent.

Maybe a little too much to ask for, but Gaton was lively with a rough nose.

"And Onusi, help me a little!

"Oh, okay"

I also work indoors more during the winter. It wouldn't be bad to remember a blacksmith job with the aid of a gaton.

(Oh man... this winter is going to pass in no time...)

With that in mind, the village is steadily approaching a harsh winter.

It was also a season of encouraging domestic work in each house and waiting for a warm spring.