Musashi of the Elves

　　 A few minutes later, I really found the shop that the old man said. The owner is a serious-looking man in his thirties, but his thick, round eyebrows have weakened his seriousness a bit.

　　 "Is it Mr. Steel?" Musashi raised his head and asked.

　　 "I am Steel Rock Iron, what do you want?" the man named Steel Rock Iron asked.

　　 "My name is Musashi, Mura and Musashi, Grandpa Tachibana instructed me to buy something from you." Musashi immediately came out like an old craftsman.

　　 "Master Tachibana..., I see, what are you going to buy?" Iwatetsu asked.

　　 "A piece of 304 stainless steel, specifications 50*12, one millimeter thick." Musashi recalled and repeated.

　　 "It's not too big, I remember there were leftovers that I didn't deal with before, I'll find it for you." Iwatetsu didn't ask what Musashi was doing after hearing it, so he got up and helped Musashi find it.

　　The power of acquaintances is so great~

　　 It’s a coincidence. Iwatetsu helped others to do something before, and there are still some leftovers that are enough to cut out the size that Musashi needs.

　　 Picking up the large scissors without measuring with a ruler, a regular steel piece appeared in Iwate’s hand with three clicks.

　　 Iwatetsu looked at it and handed it to Musashi if the size was correct.

"give."

　　 "Uncle, how much is it?" Musashi asked when he took out his little Duck wallet.

　　 "No, I originally picked it out from the scraps, and I'll give it to you." Yan Tie said indifferently, swinging his big hand with a fan.

"Then, thank you uncle. By the way, there should be an order to entrust you in two days. Goodbye." Musashi took the piece of steel wrapped in old newspaper and ran all the way to Tachibana's knife shop. .

　　 "This kid, he's a big man, and he has an order..." Iwatetsu smiled and didn't care.

　　On the Musashi side, after the old craftsman got the things, he raised his eyes and looked up, nodded in satisfaction, and led Musashi to the back studio.

　　 Musashi followed curiously, and saw that the studio in the back was more than twice as big as the shop in front, and the temperature rose linearly.

　　 Several fire attribute Pokémon are guarding their own fire, adding wood or spitting fire from time to time. For some, pull out the hot charcoal and eat it in one bite.

　　 Are you stunned!

　　 That Pokémon is a duck-billed fire dragon, and indeed a strong group...

　　 There is also a young man who is swinging a hammer and beating on the anvil, clanging non-stop.

　　 "Didn't you eat!! At your level, how can I rest assured to hand over the shop to you. Go on, who told you to stop!" the old craftsman reprimanded with a hatred of iron and steel.

　　 The young man did not dare to reply, and immediately turned his attention back to the bright red iron burnt in front of his eyes, and the regular jingle clank lingered in this workshop again.

　　 With Musashi's current ear power, it was easy to hear that the falling hammer sound was heavier than before.

　　 "Brother Kikujiro is so amazing, he really hit a little harder." Musashi couldn't help but sigh as he listened to his voice.

　　 "Did you hear it?" Tachibana asked, turning around in surprise and looking at Musashi.

　　 The reason why the old craftsman was surprised was that the strength of his apprentice's percussion was not an abrupt change in severity, but rather subtle force control. Most people can't notice the change in the voice, but Musashi can hear it, and he knows that his strength has indeed increased. This has to surprise the old craftsman

　　 "Well." Musashi nodded without humility, because he was able to eat.

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

　　 But then he shook his head. The little girl was really confused about what forging she had learned.

"Is it okay? But I am going to study at Geely Egg Nursing College in the next year. I am afraid I can't learn anything in such a short period of time." Musashi said regretfully. After all, forging and learning need to be accumulated day after day, day after day, year after year. One year of practice.

　　 "Little Musashi, I can go to the Geely Egg Nursing Academy. That's okay, Joey is really good at teaching people." The old craftsman praised him as he was not entangled in the matter of accepting Musashi as a disciple.

　　 "It was arranged by the master." Musashi said embarrassedly.

　　 "Master? Musashi, you have a master? Who is it?" the old craftsman asked curiously.

　　 "My master's name is Yin Gu. I have studied with him for more than two years, almost three years." Musashi said proudly.

"Yingu, that kid who used poison? Oh, he had a big incident back then. You turned out to be his apprentice. I can't tell, what did Musashi have learned? How did you learn?" The old craftsman took a closer look. See Musashi asked.

　　 "I have learned everything that should be learned, and the rest needs me to practice step by step" Musashi proudly said.

　　 "It's amazing, you are much better than my incompetent apprentice, then how about my body, grandpa?" The old craftsman reached out and handed it to Musashi, half-tested and half-joking.

Musashi didn’t show his timidity. He raised his small hand to accurately feel the pulse of the old artisan, calmly sensed it, and said with a smile: “Grandpa Tachibana, your body is tough and tough. If you can rest earlier and be less angry, it’s better. Up."

"Haha, I'm more relieved with your words. I don't have to be so tired when the kid is out of the teacher." The old craftsman laughed twice, but when he saw the young man who was beating there, he shook his head. , Still not satisfied.

　　 "Brother, you have to come on, Grandpa Tachibana can hope that you will inherit this foundation soon." Musashi shouted.

　　 "You little girl, you talk a lot. And you boy, if you are upset, don't knock, I'm upset by listening, come here." The old craftsman pinched Musashi's little nose, looking helpless. Then Limara lowered his face and shouted at the only apprentice who was still beside him.

　　 "Oh!" The young man put down the tools and iron blocks in his hands, got up quickly, wiped his hands indiscriminately, and ran over.

　　 "I'm optimistic, we need to knock this piece of steel into an S shape, and fit it into this pot, and finally weld it together. How about it, no problem, right?" The old craftsman said sternly.

　　 "No problem, promise to complete the task." The young man took the pot and the steel sheet, conceived the model in detail in his mind, and clanged after confirmation.

　　 The old craftsman nodded in satisfaction when he saw it, and took Musashi to the other side, idle and idle. In fact, the old craftsman's heart to accept disciples has not been extinguished, and the smoke reaches the door of his heart, and he begins to introduce his beloved treasures to Musashi earnestly.

　　 But in the eyes of Musashi, the "babies" in Tachibana's mouth all look the same, they are all big iron bumps~~

　　 Although Musashi wants to learn more now, this kind of skill that requires strength is really not suitable for Musashi's small body. Among these tools, the lightest hammer Musashi is hard to swing.

　　 The old craftsman saw in his eyes, the wisp of smoke in his heart finally dissipated, and he gave up.

　　 I walked around and saw various equipment, tools, and also learned about various fluxes, adhesives, and quenching fluids. I won’t go into details here.

　　After understanding, Kikujiro has also completed the transformation of the steel sheet, and is carefully applying the adhesive.

　　 By the way, Kikujiro is a young man who stayed by the old craftsman and inherited his own mantle. When Kikujiro became a teacher, Tachibana's name officially fell on Kikujiro, becoming the sixth owner of Tachibana knife shop in the past two hundred years.

　　The old craftsman took Musashi and looked at him from a distance, because he was afraid that the sparks from the welding would hurt Musashi.

　　 In the flames, the new pot was completed.

　　 "It's done! Musashi, come and see how it is." Kikujiro put down the welding torch and greeted Musashi.

　　 "Grandpa Tachibana, shall we go see?" Musashi said excitedly.

　　 "Let's go, old man, I am also very curious, how do you use this pot." The old craftsman said with a smile.

　　 "Hey, keep it secret for the time being. But you will know soon." Musashi looked at the freshly baked mandarin duck pot 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 at noon tomorrow, I will use this pot to invite you to eat." Musashi invited.

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

"Well, it's settled. Grandpa Tachibana, how much the processing fee is. I can't say no. Mr. Steel confiscated my money before. I'm sorry." Musashi was vaccinated in advance and took out the person who hadn't had a chance to open his mouth. Da Ya said little wallet.

"I didn't make things, you can ask Kikujiro." The old craftsman kicked the ball to the young man~www.NovelMTL.com~ because the old craftsman didn't want to collect the money. Since Musashi said it, Then look at your apprentice, and think how much your craft is worth, it can be considered a test.

　　 Seeing that the master kicked this problem to himself, Kikujiro suddenly felt bitter and thoughtful.

　　Master said that the craftsman clearly marked the price to be worthy of his own strength, and he can also let others know how well you are through the price.

　　 But at this point, Kikujiro has suffered, and the height is set. If I don't want to say anything, the master will definitely kill myself.

　　 But it is set low. From the master's point of view, this is the uncertainty of one's own strength and lowers his evaluation in the master's heart.

　　 But not, Musashi said that he must collect it himself. What can I do? ! !

　　 Headache hurts! ! !

　　 Oh right.

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

　　 "Very good, I am very satisfied." Musashi nodded affirmatively.

　　 "Since you are satisfied, that's the greatest affirmation for me. This is definitely not something you can exchange for a daughter, so you have already paid for your wages." Jujiro praised his wit in his heart.

　　 "Hey, how can this be..." Musashi wailed.

　　 Da Duck purse relieved, I’m still a swollen Da Duck~ 呱~

"Haha, Musashi, that's it, he can also sell his life strength, you can accept it with peace of mind." Although the old craftsman still dislikes his apprentice in his mouth, all the wrinkles that bloom on his face appear. He is satisfied with his apprentice.

　　 "Okay~ Goodbye, Grandpa Tachibana, and see you at noon tomorrow." Musashi regretfully put away the intact Duck Duck purse, and went home with a heavier pot.

　　~呱～嗝～～～