The hustle and bustle grew a little farther away as we moved away from the center of the city, though in a way we knew.
The building is still around, but the majority of it doesn't know what store it is.
It's hard to tell it's a store because there's something like a sign hanging at the store.
Most importantly, if the letters are not written, no pictures or the like are painted, so it is impossible to discern what the store is actually.
Does anyone who understands or is unwilling to?
Well, whatever it is, it has nothing to do with the current soma, so just a glimpse will keep you passing.
"Hmm... did this pull off?
I shrugged so much in that, because a little change had occurred in the surrounding sights.
From the store, even signs start to disappear, just buildings lined up.
If it means where people live, I'm sure it's not wrong.
"A residential neighborhood, something like that? Depending on the location, I think it would be nice to have an inn or something..."
Without seeing the raw hatred and anything like it, in the distance, we have already begun to see the gates that lead outside the city.
Where we have gone on like this, we will never find what we want.
Better than that.
"Should we stay out of the way now...?
The city is built with two big roads intersecting, but there are other roads, naturally.
There were several small things stretched aside, and now there were narrow paths to the left and right as well on this occasion.
But that's both bent on the way, and I don't know what lies ahead.
Normally though, it's also the residence there.
If you think about convenience, it makes sense to align similar things in the same place.
but.
"It doesn't seem meaningful where I was walking like this."
Then Soma looked to the right and looked to the left, saying that it would be better to bet on a wish… Eventually, he turned his foot to the right.
There is no particular reason, it is just a thought.
Well, if you dare, speaking of which, it was this way that she went, for a moment or so I thought...
"... oh?
While I was thinking about that, the sights around me began to change slightly again.
In the beginning it was still only the dwelling, but again the sign began to appear.
And at the same time, I didn't know what they were this time.
Because the store door was open, although nothing was written on the sign as usual.
The first thing I saw was somehow remembering nostalgia.
It's a giant cauldron, and the man beside it is seriously spinning the contents.
For a moment I thought she was a witch, but because her hair was green, she was probably an alchemist.
Though I have never used soma, they make drugs with special effects such as potions.
Yeah, and it just seems suspicious at first sight.
In fact, he used to be confused with witches for a while.
Unlike what a witch makes, the medicine an alchemist makes, if you say so, is due to chemistry.
If you follow the same procedure, everyone can do the same thing, and they can do the same thing.
At the end of the day, there is no need for the surgeon to add a hassle.
I'm guessing the man is focusing too much.
Even if Soma goes through, he doesn't even turn his gaze, and Soma passes by without doing anything either.
Nothing. I'm not interested in alchemists or running errands.
As a result of traveling in front of several shops, I understood that the area was apparently a so-called artisanal district.
It's like those who make something gather together and make whatever they want.
Although not all stores could be confirmed, it would be natural to assume that everything was more than they were within the confines of the confirmation.
Then maybe that's the kind of store that faced the boulevard.
Because some of the signs I saw here were similar to the ones I saw on the main street.
But the place over there, because of the location, couldn't have left the store door open, it was closed.
If you think about it, you can be convinced.
"Nevertheless, in the end there is no other way to find out in person how many rooms…"
At first glance Mr. refused, maybe that means.
Whatever it was, and moving on, in the store where it was next, the man was holding the blade and shaking it to the same degree as his own height.
If that's all it is, it's like a case, but if you look at what's ahead of you swinging it down, you're convinced.
It was Marutai that was there.
"- Kieeeeeee!"
"... do I still need to report it?
Even though I think of that for a moment in the odd voices emitted, at the tip of the blade being swung down, the marutai is precisely chopped up.
It is cut, aligned and arranged in several timbers.
That fat muscle is brilliant, but isn't it used in the wrong way?
"... Whatever you use your sword for, is it our freedom"
I'm still worried about the blade spill.
"Mm...? I see you didn't have to worry about it..."
It was the man who was at the store further next to him who was so groaning and stopping his legs at the sight of Soma.
The man had placed the hot iron stick at his feet and was beating it with a hammer at hand - that is, he was a blacksmith.
An earlier lumberjack? where the score is missing, you just have to get it fixed next door, that is.
Of course, though, it wasn't because Soma was convinced that he stopped.
Because there was a good reason to stop the leg - because the man was what Soma was looking for.
Though for personal reasons, Soma was also looking for a blacksmith.
Yes, that's why Soma kept walking here, where there was clearly no inn.
But I didn't immediately go to the man because it's not like anyone is a blacksmith.
To make that discernment, Soma stares at the man jizzily.
To such a soma, the man is not as if he had noticed.
I guess that means you're so focused.
He even wields a hammer and shapes the stick at his feet.
The figure felt exactly like a worker.
At the same time, however, it is also fundamental in the basics.
Don't focus on your own work, I'm talking about what's a pro.
Therefore, it is the quality of the work that matters.
Forge skill, you can say.
As a matter of fact, Soma remembered the blacksmith's arm at all.
I used to think that I needed to feel like a sword first in order to get the sword right, and so on, and I knocked on the blacksmith's gate.
Well in the end that skill only went far enough to call me a pro... but still, I don't think it was in vain.
Because I could now take some care of myself alone, and I could not begin to understand what it felt like to be a sword, but I feel that I now know a little bit about the feelings of those who create it.
At the same time, I feel that the meaning of waving the sword has also become only a little more profound.
Anyway, with all that happening, Soma is proud to say that if she actually sees herself in a blacksmith, she can tell to some extent how much of that person's arm...
"... nooo"
As for the man's skill, I had to roar.
Because it was good, not.
Or, because it was bad, but it's not.
I didn't know.
Even the skill of the blacksmith who temporarily became my mentor said that it was a soma that became discernible to the extent that I could tell it was very good, but the skill of the man was unknown at the bottom.
I can only get to the point where I've made a great show of it, awesome.
Is it just my fault that I feel like I even feel that?
Whatever it is, there is only one fact.
The soma I was trying to identify was, at some point, in love with the way a man waved a hammer.
Probably what I'm creating right now, whether it's a knife in terms of its shape or not, was showing off in different ways that this is what a superior job is.
No, I guess I'm not actually showing it to someone else, but at least that's what I felt for Soma.
So Soma slowly proceeded to walk toward the man as he confirmed that the man had finished his last swing and exhaled deeply and long.
The reason that its mouth was loose was simple and lucid.
This man must be able to accomplish his purpose differently...... No.
Or because I thought that this wish might be too scarce.
The hustle and bustle grew a little farther away as we moved away from the center of the city, though in a way we knew.
The building is still around, but the majority of it doesn't know what store it is.
It's hard to tell it's a store because there's something like a sign hanging at the store.
Most importantly, if the letters are not written, no pictures or the like are painted, so it is impossible to discern what the store is actually.
Does anyone who understands or is unwilling to?
Well, whatever it is, it has nothing to do with the current soma, so just a glimpse will keep you passing.
"Hmm... did this pull off?
I shrugged so much in that, because a little change had occurred in the surrounding sights.
From the store, even signs start to disappear, just buildings lined up.
If it means where people live, I'm sure it's not wrong.
"A residential neighborhood, something like that? Depending on the location, I think it would be nice to have an inn or something..."
Without seeing the raw hatred and anything like it, in the distance, we have already begun to see the gates that lead outside the city.
Where we have gone on like this, we will never find what we want.
Better than that.
"Should we stay out of the way now...?
The city is built with two big roads intersecting, but there are other roads, naturally.
There were several small things stretched aside, and now there were narrow paths to the left and right as well on this occasion.
But that's both bent on the way, and I don't know what lies ahead.
Normally though, it's also the residence there.
If you think about convenience, it makes sense to align similar things in the same place.
but.
"It doesn't seem meaningful where I was walking like this."
Then Soma looked to the right and looked to the left, saying that it would be better to bet on a wish… Eventually, he turned his foot to the right.
There is no particular reason, it is just a thought.
Well, if you dare, speaking of which, it was this way that she went, for a moment or so I thought...
"... oh?
While I was thinking about that, the sights around me began to change slightly again.
In the beginning it was still only the dwelling, but again the sign began to appear.
And at the same time, I didn't know what they were this time.
Because the store door was open, although nothing was written on the sign as usual.
The first thing I saw was somehow remembering nostalgia.
It's a giant cauldron, and the man beside it is seriously spinning the contents.
For a moment I thought she was a witch, but because her hair was green, she was probably an alchemist.
Though I have never used soma, they make drugs with special effects such as potions.
Yeah, and it just seems suspicious at first sight.
In fact, he used to be confused with witches for a while.
Unlike what a witch makes, the medicine an alchemist makes, if you say so, is due to chemistry.
If you follow the same procedure, everyone can do the same thing, and they can do the same thing.
At the end of the day, there is no need for the surgeon to add a hassle.
I'm guessing the man is focusing too much.
Even if Soma goes through, he doesn't even turn his gaze, and Soma passes by without doing anything either.
Nothing. I'm not interested in alchemists or running errands.
As a result of traveling in front of several shops, I understood that the area was apparently a so-called artisanal district.
It's like those who make something gather together and make whatever they want.
Although not all stores could be confirmed, it would be natural to assume that everything was more than they were within the confines of the confirmation.
Then maybe that's the kind of store that faced the boulevard.
Because some of the signs I saw here were similar to the ones I saw on the main street.
But the place over there, because of the location, couldn't have left the store door open, it was closed.
If you think about it, you can be convinced.
"Nevertheless, in the end there is no other way to find out in person how many rooms…"
At first glance Mr. refused, maybe that means.
Whatever it was, and moving on, in the store where it was next, the man was holding the blade and shaking it to the same degree as his own height.
If that's all it is, it's like a case, but if you look at what's ahead of you swinging it down, you're convinced.
It was Marutai that was there.
"- Kieeeeeee!"
"... do I still need to report it?
Even though I think of that for a moment in the odd voices emitted, at the tip of the blade being swung down, the marutai is precisely chopped up.
It is cut, aligned and arranged in several timbers.
That fat muscle is brilliant, but isn't it used in the wrong way?
"... Whatever you use your sword for, is it our freedom"
I'm still worried about the blade spill.
"Mm...? I see you didn't have to worry about it..."
It was the man who was at the store further next to him who was so groaning and stopping his legs at the sight of Soma.
The man had placed the hot iron stick at his feet and was beating it with a hammer at hand - that is, he was a blacksmith.
An earlier lumberjack? where the score is missing, you just have to get it fixed next door, that is.
Of course, though, it wasn't because Soma was convinced that he stopped.
Because there was a good reason to stop the leg - because the man was what Soma was looking for.
Though for personal reasons, Soma was also looking for a blacksmith.
Yes, that's why Soma kept walking here, where there was clearly no inn.
But I didn't immediately go to the man because it's not like anyone is a blacksmith.
To make that discernment, Soma stares at the man jizzily.
To such a soma, the man is not as if he had noticed.
I guess that means you're so focused.
He even wields a hammer and shapes the stick at his feet.
The figure felt exactly like a worker.
At the same time, however, it is also fundamental in the basics.
Don't focus on your own work, I'm talking about what's a pro.
Therefore, it is the quality of the work that matters.
Forge skill, you can say.
As a matter of fact, Soma remembered the blacksmith's arm at all.
I used to think that I needed to feel like a sword first in order to get the sword right, and so on, and I knocked on the blacksmith's gate.
Well in the end that skill only went far enough to call me a pro... but still, I don't think it was in vain.
Because I could now take some care of myself alone, and I could not begin to understand what it felt like to be a sword, but I feel that I now know a little bit about the feelings of those who create it.
At the same time, I feel that the meaning of waving the sword has also become only a little more profound.
Anyway, with all that happening, Soma is proud to say that if she actually sees herself in a blacksmith, she can tell to some extent how much of that person's arm...
"... nooo"
As for the man's skill, I had to roar.
Because it was good, not.
Or, because it was bad, but it's not.
I didn't know.
Even the skill of the blacksmith who temporarily became my mentor said that it was a soma that became discernible to the extent that I could tell it was very good, but the skill of the man was unknown at the bottom.
I can only get to the point where I've made a great show of it, awesome.
Is it just my fault that I feel like I even feel that?
Whatever it is, there is only one fact.
The soma I was trying to identify was, at some point, in love with the way a man waved a hammer.
Probably what I'm creating right now, whether it's a knife in terms of its shape or not, was showing off in different ways that this is what a superior job is.
No, I guess I'm not actually showing it to someone else, but at least that's what I felt for Soma.
So Soma slowly proceeded to walk toward the man as he confirmed that the man had finished his last swing and exhaled deeply and long.
The reason that its mouth was loose was simple and lucid.
This man must be able to accomplish his purpose differently...... No.
Or because I thought that this wish might be too scarce.
