“Speaking of that, what is your name?”

“Samia”

So?this child?is called?Samia?huh.

“You have a nice name.”

“....”

“What happened?”

“I don’t really like it because it’s cute. I like a name that sounds stronger.”

“..like Gonzales?”

“Pfffft!”This is translated by Yume Neiji

Samia burst into laughter. At the next moment, she turn over to my bed and laugh at me.

“Ahahahaha!!! What was that?! You don’t make any sense!!! Ahahahaha!!!”

“Shut up! My parents didn’t teach me this sense.”

I answer with a pitiful face.This is translated by Yume Neiji

The lack of a naming sense is the only weakness in my previous world that did not improve even after living for 40 years. Along with all the other stuff, I should have asked for that cheat here....This is translated by Yume Neiji

“Well, even if you don’t like it, it’s a name given by your family. It suits you.”

“Uh, t-thank you..”

The crying crow has already laughed. No, the laughing tiger is now bashful.

“Well then, guess I’ll go and fetch water for the time being. I’ll leave the house for a little bit, will you be fine?”

“Ah..Yeah. But before that..”

“Hn? What is it?”This is translated by Yume Neiji (yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com).

“I haven’t heard your name yet.”

“Ah- that, I’m Eizou Tanya.”

Eizou Tanya. That is my name.

“It’s a name like northern people. So you also have a family name.”

“.. well I guess.”

According to my “installed” knowledge, human races close to Asians in my previous world seem to live in the north, not in the east. That is why I am called a Northerner.

“Sorry my bad, I didn’t mean to pry on it. It’s just rare to have family names around here.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. It’s one of the reasons for me starting a blacksmith business here.”

“Ah.. Seem’s like you’ve got it hard too.”

“Not really.”

That’s for now. But let’s leave that out.

“So, if possible, it would be helpful if you could just call me by name.”

“Oh, I will. Eizou.”

“Thank you, Samia”

I suspend two medium-sized, empty water jars at each end of the rod. It looked like those used by water carrier, the rope is tied to its end connecting to the jar’s mouth

“It looks heavy..”This is translated by Yume Neiji (yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com).

However if I can’t do this, it will affect my future life. Samia can help, but if I rely on her, I’ll be stuck when she can’t do it. I made up my mind and carry the rod on my shoulder. Contrary to my assumptions, the two jars were light. It doesn’t feel like feathers, but it feels as heavy as a big poly bucket in my previous world.?Was this supposed to be a light ware?

“No, it’s different.. this is..”

It’s not that the water is light but rather, it seems my physical strength is just strong. Is it the level of strength necessary to live in this world? Or maybe.. It’s good to think until there for now. For the time being, water is my priority. I went to the lake.

About 30 minutes round trip of going to the lake, I filled the two water jars and finished the “daily routine”. Despite the amount of water required along the way, it was not too heavy that I need to stop time to time. As I can see, my muscle strength seems to be strengthened.

I’ve been wondering about it since I noticed the changes.

After having breakfast (beans and salted meat soup) with Samia, I carried her back to the bedroom so she can recover from her injury.

I’ll finally understand it once I start my work on the smithy.

Thinking about what to craft, I decide to make a small knife first. The big ones take time, and above all, I have to adapt the knowledge and technique “installed” in my body. Then, I think that it would be better to make a lot of small items.

After magically setting fire on the fire bed, I wait until the charcoal is lit. When the fire starts, I operate the bellows to raise the temperature to the level at which iron can be forged. Whether it’s a service or something, there is an iron plate with a width of 4 cm and a thickness of about 1 cm in the place where the materials were put, so I just grab it and plunge it into the fire bed.

I operate the bellows again to bring it up to the proper temperature. When it reaches the right temperature, I take it out and hit it with a hammer to forge it. I understood it at this time. It’s too obvious that I have gained strength.

“I see..”This is translated by Yume Neiji (yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com).

While grinning, I hit the iron plate to make a shape of a knife. Every time I hit it, the light shimmers. It’s close to the process of making a Japanese sword, but I don’t need to do fine details this time. I don’t feel like I can do it in the first place. Once it has the right shape, I leave it until it cools down. It’s time for lunch while I’m cooling it.

We slowly eat lunch and after that, I ask Samia if there is a town nearby. About a quarter day from here, there is a town though it’s not big. I think I can go on a day trip but it will also become a whole day work..

After I carry Samia into the bedroom, I continue the blacksmithing. Speaking of which, the process is nearing the end. The fire in the fire bed has not completely disappeared, but the temperature has dropped, so I add charcoal and raise it again.

I also need to secure charcoal..

In the process of making a Japanese sword, the temperature is determined by the color of the flame, so it’s usually done at night. But in my case, with the “installed” knowledge plus the max blacksmith skill, I know the temperature even when the sun is still high.

After raising the temperature of the knife to an appropriate temperature, I put it in water and quench it. It’s the “Tempering” process. This time, I will not make a non-cooked part so I will not smear it with soil. The hardened knife is now being sharpened with a grindstone to complete the first “Knife” produced in this workshop.

I didn’t make a “sheath” because my aim is not for a practical use. The “handle” is also a strip of bare iron. When it’s time to use it, they can just wrap it with a string or something.

Anyway, it’s important that this one is completed.

For the time being, I have to try the sharpness. Although it is not aimed for a practical use, it is meaningless if it cannot cut at all. I put a bunch of wheat straw on the firewood for testing and I then swing the knife down.

The bundle of wheat straw was cut off – even the firewood used as a stand..

....W-What’s going on with this?!