Musashi of the Elf

Musashi of the Elf

A few minutes later, I found the store that the old man was talking about. The owner was a serious-looking man in his 30s, 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?" Iwate 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 does it cost?" 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 all the way to 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.

"You haven't eaten? 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 that 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. years 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 the master." Musashi said a little embarrassed.

"Master Musashi, who is your master?" the old craftsman asked curiously.

"My master's name is Gingu. I have been studying with him for more than two years, almost three years." Musashi said proudly.

"Yingu, that boy who used poison, he made a big fuss back then. You are actually his apprentice. You can't tell what Musashi has learned and how he is doing." The old craftsman looked at Musashi carefully and asked road.

"I have learned everything I need to learn, and the rest requires me to practice step by step," Musashi said proudly.

"That's amazing. You are much better than my incompetent apprentice. Then please see how my body is, Grandpa." The old craftsman stretched out his hand to Musashi half-testing and half-jokingly.

Musashi didn't show any timidity. He raised his little hand and accurately felt the old craftsman's pulse. After feeling it calmly, he smiled and said: "Grandpa Tachibana, your body is very strong. It would be better if you could rest early and be less angry." ”

"Haha, I feel more at ease with your words. I won't have to be so tired when that kid starts his apprenticeship." The old craftsman laughed twice, but when he saw the young man who was knocking over there, he shook his head. , still not satisfied.

"Brother, you have to work hard. Grandpa Tachibana is looking forward to you inheriting this legacy soon." Musashi shouted.

"You little girl, you are the only one who talks a lot. And you kid, if you are upset, stop knocking. It makes me upset. Come here." The old craftsman pinched Musashi's little nose, looking helpless.Then he immediately lowered his face and shouted at the only disciple still beside him.

"Oh." The young man put down the tools and iron blocks in his hands, stood up quickly, wiped his hands on his body randomly, and trotted over.

"Okay, let's knock this piece of steel into an S-shape so that it can fit right into the pot, and finally weld it together. How about it, no problem." The old craftsman said sternly.

"No problem, I promise to complete the task." The young man took the pot and steel piece, conceived the model in detail in his mind, and after confirming it, he started banging.

The old craftsman looked at it for a while and nodded with satisfaction, then pulled Musashi to the other side, doing nothing but nothing.In fact, the old craftsman's desire to recruit disciples has not been extinguished, and the green smoke still reaches the door of his heart, and he begins to introduce Musashi to his beloved babies in earnest.

But in Musashi's eyes, these babies Tachibana talks about all look the same, they are all big lumps of iron.

Although Musashi also wanted to learn more now, this kind of skill that requires strength is really not suitable for Musashi's small body. Among these tools, even the lightest hammer Musashi finds it difficult to swing.

When the old craftsman saw this, the smoke in his heart finally dissipated, and he gave up.

After walking around, I saw various instruments and tools, and also learned about various fluxes, adhesives, and quenching fluids. I won’t go into detail here.

After understanding it, Kikujiro also completed the modification of the steel sheet and was carefully applying adhesive.

By the way, Kikujiro is the young man who stayed with the old craftsman and inherited his legacy.When Kikujiro became a master, Tachibana's name officially fell on Kikujiro, becoming the sixth owner of Tachibana Knife Shop in the past 200 years.

The old craftsman took Musashi and watched from a distance, because he was afraid that sparks from the welding would injure Musashi.

Amid the fire, the new pot was completed.

"Musashi is finished, come and see how it goes." Kikujiro put down the welding gun and greeted Musashi.

"Grandpa Tachibana, let's go take a look," Musashi said excitedly.

"Let's go, old man, I'm also curious about how to use this pot of yours." The old craftsman said with a smile.

"Hey, it's a secret for now. But you will know soon." Musashi looked at the freshly baked mandarin duck pot carefully and said with a smile.

"You little girl." The old craftsman shook his head helplessly.

"Grandpa Tachibana and brother Kikujiro, remember to come to the village and the restaurant tomorrow at noon. I will treat you to something to eat with this pot." Musashi invited.

"Okay, then I'll look forward to what kind of delicacies you can make with this tomorrow." The old craftsman agreed with a smile.

"Well, it's settled. Grandpa Tachibana, how much is the processing fee? I can't say I won't charge it. Mr. Steel confiscated my money before. I'm sorry." Musashi was vaccinated in advance and took out the butcher that he hadn't had a chance to open his mouth yet. Da Ya Xiaoqian said.

"I didn't make the things, you go ask Kikujiro." The old craftsman kicked the ball to the young man.

Because the old craftsman didn't want to accept the money, and since what Musashi said, it would be a test to see how much his apprentice thinks his craftsmanship is worth.

Seeing his master throwing this problem at him, Kikujiro immediately started to think deeply with a grimace on his face.

The master has said that craftsmen must clearly mark the price to be worthy of their own strength, and also to let others know how capable they are through marking the price.

But this is what makes Kikujiro miserable. If he sets the level too high, if he doesn’t feel sorry for himself, his master will definitely beat him to death.

But if it is set too low, in the eyes of the master, it is a lack of confidence in one's own strength and lowers one's evaluation in the master's mind.

But if you don’t accept it, Musashi said you must accept it yourself, what should you do?

My head hurts

Oh right.

"Musashi, what do you think of what I made? Is it okay?" Kikujiro asked.

"Very good, I'm very satisfied." Musashi nodded and confirmed.

"Since you are satisfied, it is the greatest affirmation for me. This is definitely something that cannot be bought with a lot of money, so you have already paid the wages." Kikujiro mentally praised his wit.

"Hey, how could this be possible?" Musashi wailed.

The Kodak Duck wallet is relieved, I still have a chubby Kodak Duck

"Haha, Musashi, let's do it. He can sell his life force, so you can accept it with peace of mind." Although the old craftsman still disliked his apprentice, all the happy wrinkles on his face were visible. depends on his satisfaction with his apprentice.

"Okay, see you, Grandpa Tachibana. I'll see you tomorrow at noon." Musashi regretfully put away the intact Kodama wallet and went home with the much heavier pot in his arms.

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