"All right, so tomorrow I'll polish and sharpen the blade and the blade will be ready.
As I held up the blade, Nilda called out to me.
"What's that you carved there?
Nilda pointed to the stem.
Nilda pointed to the stem. This one shows that it is a product of my workshop, and this one shows that I made it - my name.
This is the one with the pattern.
The name is cut in Japanese kanji. It's slightly different from the northern characters of this world (or so the installer told me), so you wouldn't know it unless you were in my situation and knew kanji.
It's our secret script, I guess.
I implicitly tell him that I can't tell him the meaning. I'm sure Nilda knows that for a craftsman, a secret is as important as life. There's a twinkle in your eye, but you know what I mean.
Rike and the others are also impressed, saying, "Oh, really? I may have to think about what will happen if I write my name in Chinese characters. Aside from Rikke and Liddy, the only thing I can see for Deanna and Samija is that they will become glittering names.
Isn't this one of his?
She asks with her sparkling eyes. Does she mean Helen?
"We don't have a custom of putting inscriptions on swords like that, so I didn't put any inscriptions on it. I only put it in this case because it's a northern sword.
"I see. ....... Oh, I see. Hmmm. Good. Good.
Nilda's spirits rise. She's glad to hear Helen doesn't have one. I think she sees them as rivals. If it weren't for the weapon, I'd be smiling.
Samija, Deanna, and Liddy, who were out gathering, picked up some plum-like fruit and a few herbs today. The herbs will be planted tomorrow.
I decided to take the herbs and make a kind of herb-roasted wild boar. I've got a lot of herbs now.
The wild boar tastes like a wild pig, but I think its strong habit is suppressed and it's easy to make. It seems to be well-received by everyone, so I may try this from time to time.
The plum-like fruit was also quite tasty, though a bit quirky. If you can get a lot of sugar, you can marinate it with fire wine, but sugar is expensive.
The next morning, after I finished preparing the morning meal, I looked at the little jar. It was filled with a bubbling liquid. I guess it worked pretty well. I'll brew it today.
Combine the yeast liquid with flour and water and knead. I'll leave the rest to the yeast.
After morning prayers, we polish the blade that was formed yesterday. Rieke and the others are making swords today. Beside the hurrying and loud noise, I quietly began the sharpening process.
The sharpening process is normally the work of a specialist called a sharpener, and if done properly, it usually takes about two weeks, sometimes more than half a year, but in my case, I have cheats and not all the tools, so I'll just arrange it to a level where it won't be a problem in actual combat.
To put it roughly, the work itself is not much different from other knives. You start with a rough grindstone and then use a finer grindstone to remove the grain.
The original sharpening process is to make the boil and the pattern of the blade beautiful, but in this case, I will not go that far, and in fact, I cannot.
Using water mixed with ash, I slowly sharpened the blade. It is quite difficult to sharpen a short but long enough blade. However, thanks to the cheat, it is manageable.
Since I am making it as a sword, I want to make it as beautiful as possible, even if I cannot do it. With this in mind, I polish up the blade and prepare the blade.
After the entire blade had been sharpened to a whitish color, I wiped it with a mixture of iron powder and oil from the forging process to darken the Shinogiji side, and rubbed it with an iron rod to polish it.
The work was done in a very short time, and I used cheats to speed up the process, but the sun was already setting. However, the sword is now complete.
"Okay, it's done.
The sword itself is now complete, though it will need the tsuba and scabbard. The blade itself is now complete.
The contrast between the blackness of the Shinogi ground and the whiteness of the blade was beautiful. The contrast between the blackness of the Shinogi ground and the whiteness of the blade is beautiful. If you look through it in the dying sunlight, you can clearly see the blade pattern.
I can't wait to handle it.
"Well, we'll see about that tomorrow.
I soothed Nilda as I began to clean up the workshop in preparation for dinner.