Pokemon Musashi

A few minutes later, I found the store the old man was talking about. The owner was a serious-looking man in his thirties, but his thick round eyebrows weakened his seriousness.

"Is this Mr. Steel?" Musashi asked, raising his head high.

"I am Steel Yantie, what can I do for you?" the man named Steel Yantie asked.

"My name is Musashi, Murawa Musashi. Grandpa Tachibana pointed me to buy something from you." Musashi immediately said like an old craftsman.

"Master Tachibana..., I understand, what do you want to buy?" Yante asked.

"A piece of 304 stainless steel, specification 5012, one millimeter thick." Musashi recalled and recounted.

"It's not big. I remember that there seemed to be some scraps that I hadn't disposed of before. I'll look for them for you." After hearing this, Yante didn't even ask Musashi what he was doing with them, so he got up and helped Musashi look for them.

The power of acquaintance is so powerful~

What a coincidence. Iwate had made some things for others before, and there were still some scraps left that were enough to cut Musashi into the size he needed.

He didn't even need a ruler to pick up the oversized scissors. With three clicks, a neat piece of steel appeared in Yan Tie's hand.

Iwatetsu looked at it and handed it to Musashi after seeing that the size was correct.

"Give."

"Uncle, how much is it?" Musashi took out his small wallet and asked.

"No, I just dug it out of scraps and gave it to you." Yantie waved his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan and said nonchalantly.

"Then, thank you, uncle. By the way, there should be an order entrusted to you in two days. Goodbye." Musashi took the piece of steel wrapped in old newspapers and ran towards the knife shop of the old craftsman Tachibana. .

"This kid is as big as a brat and he still pays off an order..." Yantie smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Speaking of Musashi's side, after the old craftsman got the things, he looked up, nodded with satisfaction, and walked to the studio behind with Musashi.

Musashi followed curiously and saw that the studio in the back was more than twice the size of the store in the front, and the temperature also rose sharply.

Several fire-type Pokémon were guarding their own fires, adding wood to them or spitting out fire from time to time.You should just pull out the charcoal inside and eat it in one bite.

Are you stunned?

That Pokémon is Charmander, and it's really a strong one...

There is also a young man who is waving a hammer and tapping on the anvil, making a jingling sound.

"Have you eaten yet?! With your level, how can I trust you to hand over the shop to you? Go on, who told you to stop!" the old craftsman scolded.

The young man did not dare to reply, and immediately turned his attention back to the calcined red iron in front of him, and the regular tinkling sound lingered in the workshop again.

With Musashi's current hearing ability, he could still easily hear that the sound of the falling hammer was heavier than before.

"Brother Kikujiro is so powerful, he really hit hard." Musashi couldn't help but sigh after hearing the voice.

"Did you hear it?" Tachibana turned around and looked at Musashi in surprise and asked.

The reason why the old craftsman was surprised was that the strength of his apprentice's tapping was not an abrupt change in weight, but a relatively subtle control of strength.Most people couldn't detect the change in the voice, but Musashi actually heard it and knew that the strength was indeed getting stronger.This has to surprise the old craftsman

"Yes." Musashi nodded humbly, relying on his ability to earn a living.

"I can't tell, little Musashi, do you want to learn forging from grandpa?" Tachibana asked with some pity.

But then he shook his head, the little girl was really confused about what to learn about blacksmithing.

"Is it okay? But I'm going to study at Jilidan Nursing College after the year. I'm afraid I won't be able to learn anything in such a short time." Musashi said with some regret. After all, forging and learning require accumulation over time, day after day, year after year. One year of practice.

"Little Musashi, you can actually go to the Gilly Egg Nurse College to study. That's good. Little girl Joey is really good at teaching people." The old craftsman stopped worrying about taking Musashi as his disciple and praised him.

"It's all arranged by Master." Wu