An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

I camped again that day in Central State and dismantled the fish.

I have to dry my clothes too.

Remove the cartilage in the light of the burning tree.

Looks like a little rubber......

"It's going to stretch when you dry it."

Saran tells me while I cook dinner.

Vitalfish isn't swimming like a regular fish.

He said to stretch and shrink and swim. What's that inefficient swimming method?

Does cartilage mean ancient fish like sharks and ayes?

It's fishy in different worlds.

I'm glad you didn't go ashore.

If you'd been up on land, all the animals in this world would have been walking stretching and shrinking. That was dangerous.

Come on, we arrive at Tokol, the village of elves along the river.

Mr. Dowl knocks his sword out of the bar and should be waiting for you.

I'm just going to Mr. Dowl's blacksmith.

"You're here! It's done!

That's what I'm saying. It still shows me the sword I'm still beating.

Ooh. Wow. It's properly in the form of a single-edged sword. A two-handed sword with a straight knife, like an elf's sword.

I hope it has the opposite in it, like a Japanese knife, but, well, the shape Saran is used to is the best.

"All we have to do is grind. I'm gonna make it right. I'll do it this way too. Leave it to me."

In short, it is a set that delivers swords such as patterns (one), tweezers (tweezers), and sheaths (saya).

"Did you bring the human sword?"

"Yes, this is it"

"You don't have a blade... What the hell."

"It's a training sword. We meet again and again in training, so it's tougher than a real sword and it won't break."

"I see, it's perfect for a trial. Think about it. You guys can't afford the best sword. Anyway, if I can beat him, my sword is better than a human being."

That's how you hang that practice sword horizontally with two ropes from the ceiling.

"He hasn't sharpened it yet, and he hasn't put a blade on it. If you hit each other with a sharpened blade no matter how sturdy it is, it will spill. Sarah, do it."

That's how they give it to Saran with a white grip on the non-sharpened sword they just did.

"I've tried that you can't break or bend with my power. Go as far as you can.

Huh. Huh. Breathe in, Saran hanging on a practice sword with a rope......

Bhun!

Cuckoo - Ng!

The practice sword blew in two with a sharp striking sound!

Success!

"Yay!

Mr. Dowl, raise your hands. Long live! And applaud!

I applaud you, too. I spare no respect for the skill of the craftsmen who have accomplished it.

I'll see the new Saran sword. Where the blade hits, it is crushed, but it is not frightening. I can see Mr. Dowl's haggane over Burr's heart money is pretty good, too.

An alloy tool steel sword made by collecting pieces of modern technology. This is going to be an amazing sword.

I didn't ask Saran to build a sword because I wanted him to fight more than I do now. Instead, it's my job as husband to make sure Saran doesn't show up. It's best that a sword like this doesn't show up.

A sword is for protection, isn't it? If I have this at any time, I'll be fine. It's a tool to feel so relieved. I don't know when that'll break. You can't be relieved with cheap stuff.

So the first thing I did was let Saran wiggle me around and make me realize the intensity.

It's a matter of feelings.

I guess the only reason America has a gun society where citizens are armed with guns is because they're anxious not to.

I can sell my protective pistol. If I had it, I would feel safe.

I'm not talking about thieves entering my house, or actually running into random shooting cases, or that I'm sure I can handle with that if I had a gun. It's an amulet for Americans. It's the same as the Japanese hanging a shrine amulet in their car. I think so. [M]

I think that's why gun regulation is so difficult in America.

Mr. Dowl, I'll shake your hand with me in tears, with Saran and Bunn.

"Don't put it on a human. I could make a sword. I had a dream. Thank you. Thank you so much."

They're going to do all the rest. He said to come and get it in a month.

I was thanked for serving and receiving many types of alcohol I had bought in the city.

Mr. Dowl chills that alcohol in the corner of the blacksmith.

"... Ugh. It's hard for humans to make booze like this..."

Yeah, let's just be gentle and rude.

The next day, we arrived in the village of Copoli.

Everyone comes running over and gathers for souvenirs.

Confectionery for the kids.

Products on the buyout list for adults.

With salt, condiments, dishes, blades of iron?

This present for the kids is a bunch of paper, pens and ink.

I'm writing on the board now, and I need you to get in the habit of reading and writing on paper, and then the adults will tell you how to read and write.

For the hat sold, Milno and Kano give the couple a gold coin along with a slip saying how much they also sold to the people who kept the crops and nuts.

"This is the money..."

"You can leave it with us when you get what you want again, or you can pay and shop with it when the merchant, Mr. Murak, gets here. It's convenient. I also use it to go shopping in the city, so please don't lose it."

"Okay -"

We still don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that currency circulates in the village of Elves. Everybody's a community, everyone's a family. You could create something like an inequality in wealth in such a village in the future. That would be the harm to the monetary system.

But commercially, I still have trouble without currency.

Perhaps you should circulate a little in order to get used to the money.

"Lanoa!

I give my voice to Mr. Lanoa for putting on my face.

"You know what a sheep is?

"Oh, that goat's swollen one"

"Are you around here?

"I'm not here. That's livestock. Aren't you in the city?

"Actually, I asked the merchant to deliver the lamb."

"That's amazing"

"Once a year, I can prune my hair, and I can remove my wool. I'll give it to you, why don't you keep it?

Hmm, Mr. Lanoa snaps his neck.

"Well, I appreciate that, but I hope I get into a fight with the goats"

"Hmm, you don't know that...... But they're both quiet livestock. If you want to fight, you can share it with the fence."

"Okay. I'm looking forward to it. We can do wool futons, too!

"I wish I could make other wool and textiles in the village"

"Ma, you have to try. If there's nothing you can do, you can eat."

"... call me then"

"Wool!

I was obsessed with some paper and a pen. The village chief sticks his neck in.

Give it back to the children. I'll give you your share, too.

"Is that a fuzzy bed!?

"Right."

"Can you sleep with that all over the village?

"That's a long way from it."

"Hmmm...... too bad. No, I look forward to it."

"Whoa! I've been waiting for you, Singh! I can't believe I'm doing this!

Aldra, the bowman, came.

"Thank you, Mr. Aldra. This is a souvenir."

"That's booze!

"Alcohol!!

No, Mayor, please calm down.

"Why don't you buy it for me!

"I haven't been asked. I don't owe you anything."

"I would have done Saran to my wife!

"I'm not your daughter!

It's saran pussy. Ha, ha.

"Yes, sir. Here you go."

"Ohh -! Don't be shy, Singh!

I quickly hid the bottle in my nostalgia and went with a dash, village chief.

I feel like I'm losing more and more majesty as a village chief.

Crossbow modified by Mr. Aldra, doesn't look very different.

But it has aiming irregularities. Anyone thinks together, right?

I pull a string full of strength, hook it up to the reverse hook (Shea), and set aside the arrow I was given.

Bash!

Yeah, brilliantly de middle at 10m.

That's amazing, Mr. Aldra. You did a lot of tweaking and finishing.

"I made it and saw it. I think I can use it quite well. But you can't do this."

"I guess so."

"Rapid fire is no good, I can't fire in series. I can't even increase my power to nagging. bulky, and a normal bow would be many times more aggressive if trained"

"Exactly."

"Hmm? Sin, you knew that"

"Yes, because it wasn't popular in my native country at all. This."

"It was funny, but I'm sorry, but I don't need an elf at all. Too bad."

"No, thank you"

I don't think there could have been a crossbow idea in Japan.

In the West, he was fighting each other with a bow. It's a weapon, and William Terre, famous for shooting down apples, is a crossbow, not a bow. China also has a crossbow weapon called a crossbow, and there's no way it didn't pass on to Japan.

But, you know, they didn't look at me in Japan.

I think the reason for this is because I was a hammer in everything.

Not powerful enough. I can't fire in a row. The arrows are also short. When you increase the power, it becomes large and easy to malfunction. I can tell by watching Saran use the bow. A bow is overwhelmingly more advantageous in action than a crossbow.

The Japanese bow has been completed and is highly regarded abroad.

Powerful and hitting accuracy. That's definitely top notch in the world.

If you had something like that, you wouldn't need a crossbow.

There is another flint lock gun in Japan that was not popular.

It's a firecracker. It was easier to handle than a volcano gun and replaced it with a volcano gun in the West, but in Japan the volcano gun continued to be used.

Flintlock has the drawback of saying it has a long locking time.

There is a comma for a few seconds between pulling the trigger and actually firing. The hitting accuracy was poor because of it.

I think that's probably why the Japanese hated me.

Even if it was somewhat difficult for Japan to handle, it was obsessed with the fire rope ceremony, which fired immediately if the trigger was pulled. Even today, Japanese firecracker guns have the ability to eat at the top of the international firing competitions for advanced old-fashioned guns. A flare gun can hit more than a slug of a shotgun. Surprised.

Is it a difference in nationality?

Even with some inconvenience, they cover it with dexterity and pursue better performance. I like Japanese people. [M]

A few days later, the pussy gun was completed. I tried to make all this myself.

It's shaped like a rifle, with a cartilage of vitalfish tied to the two tips, and I knew I could stretch and snag the cartilage on the reverse hook (Shea) like a crossbow, and pull the trigger and fall down and play.

It's not the arrows that fly, it's the pebbles though.

Bahin!

Shit.

It's as much as 5cm off where I went for it at 5m.

"Ahhhh!!!

... Saran, you don't have to laugh so much.

- - - - - Chapter III, END - - -

- - Author annotation - -

● Equipment of the sin so far

-Bar's Sword

Exclusively for Saran, Elf's sword that beat Barr back to heart money.

A delicacy that might be described as the strongest sword in this world that can neither be broken nor bent under the power of Saran with chrome molybdenum vanadium alloy tool steel. Even though it's sturdy, in short, it has a strength that is not comparable to the sword of this world, which is only carbon steel.

- Crossbow

Something that remodeled the elf's bow for children and turned it into a crossbow.

To deceive me that I use this to exterminate pigeons, for air gun covers.

It's too big to go into a magic bag.

The term "bowgun" is actually Japanese English, and it doesn't seem to work abroad.

It is a stunning fact that I found out when I wrote this.

- pussy gun

Something that rubbers Vitalfish cartilage and flies pebbles. Compact than a crossbow.

This is also to deceive me that I'm using this to get rid of pigeons, for air gun covers.

Neither has deceived me at all, so I'm beginning to think that's enough.