Chapter Index

    There are several ways to obtain good items in the game Soul Academy.

    One way is to overcome trials and obtain it, like I did with my grandfather to obtain the shield.

    The other way is to obtain it by clearing several quests.

    How to make it yourself by increasing your blacksmithing skill.

    Lastly, find a blacksmith who can craft a specific item and entrust it to you.

    The blacksmith who currently uses the seal engraved on the armor is clearly an NPC that falls under the last case.

    He was once a person who served the god of the hearth, but he passed his role on to future generations and went out into the world.

    A nerd who places a burden on his shoulders and hammers as he pleases.

    Among the blacksmith NPCs that appear in the game, this one is one of the most skilled.

    “Half a penny. Who is this irresponsible guy who left a bastard like you alone?”

    “It is called Anuki.”

    Anuki is one of the aliases he uses.

    My guess was right. This blacksmith shop is a place where you can craft hidden items.

    The location changes every time you start the game, so you come across a blacksmith shop where you have to rely on luck.

    I guess I’m definitely lucky.

    I grinned, feeling all the offense I had just felt from the self-proclaimed blacksmiths disappear, and then realized there was a problem.

    In order to entrust a production request to Anuki, I need to receive a quest directly from him. Is it possible for me to receive the quest now?

    No matter how I say it, it will be translated in Mesugaki style and will make me scratch my insides, but would an eccentric blacksmith with high self-esteem accept all of that?

    Because of Lucy’s reputation, I had given up on most of the quests I had to do in the original game, and I was frustrated in front of the wall of reality.

    …Actually, the hidden items that Anuki can craft are not absolutely necessary.

    Although it is one of the materials for final level equipment, there is no problem clearing the game even without final level equipment.

    But it’s a shame it’s a shame! Since this world is reality and not a game, over-spec is not a fun factor, but a must-have!

    While thinking about this and that, I asked the blacksmith when my teacher would return, with the idea of meeting him.

    “…I’m sorry, but I don’t know exactly. He suddenly left, leaving behind a letter saying he would visit because there were ingredients he needed to get.”

    The blacksmith, who laughed and said that he knew nothing, did not seem to be lying.

    Is there anything Anuki can go get for her at this point?

    I don’t know. Because that person is always acting as he pleases. No matter where or what you do, it’s not that strange.

    “When the teacher returns, I will tell you that the daughter of the Arlen family has been looking for you.”

    I agreed to what the blacksmith said and asked him to give me the paddle and the armor and sword for the bald man and the vulture dog.

    He said that if it was not enough, he would pay separately. Fortunately, the value of the tile handed over by the lord seemed to be considerable, and the blacksmith responded that this was enough.

    “Please wait a moment. Because it has to be modified to fit the young lady’s body.”

    The skills of Anuki’s disciple were considerable. I didn’t even measure my body’s measurements, but just by taking a look, I was able to create an armor that fit my body perfectly.

    When I saw the armor that needed no modifications even from an aesthetic point of view, I seriously wanted to bring this blacksmith to Aln Territory.

    If the story goes well when you meet Anuki later, consider bringing them both in.

    Considering the translation of the Mesgaki skill, it will be difficult for the story to work out well, so I will have to find a separate method. How to make an offer you can’t refuse.

    *

    I returned to the Aln territory again, rested for a night, and then took over the indoor training ground.

    There was no one who uttered words of dissatisfaction. Who could object to the fact that I, Benedick’s favorite daughter, would use the facility!

    In fact, there was no reason to complain. The indoor training facility that exists in the Aln family is empty for about 300 days a year.

    When it rains, the crazy people train outside because it rains, and when it snows, they train because it snows, so why use an indoor training center?

    Thanks to this, it was just me and Erin who were seated in a fairly large indoor training center.

    I wanted to just let Erin go, but it was impossible because she was the type of person who would whine and say that if I went to do something else, I would no longer be useful to her.

    When I talk to the head of the house, he says that he gets along well enough to discipline his seniors when I’m not around, but I don’t know why he acts so weak when I’m around.

    What’s the problem?

    I shook my head at the sight of Erin just smiling even though she was glaring at me. I looked at the full-length mirror in front of me and straightened my posture.

    The reason I rented an indoor training center was because I wanted to get used to my new armor, but the real reason was something else.

    I plan to watch myself move in the mirror and use my aesthetic sense to modify my movements!

    Having experienced the skill called aesthetic sense for a day, I have found that the beauty pursued by this skill is not limited to mere appearance.

    Just as the hand of a sword, which may seem bizarre in some ways, was evaluated as beautiful, and the blacksmith shop, which seems to collapse at any time, was evaluated as beautiful, the aesthetic sense pursues intrinsic beauty rather than external appearance.

    This means that if you correct the strange parts according to your aesthetic sense, you can move more efficiently than now.

    Having reached this conclusion, I decided to continue training at the indoor training center to raise my leveling up skills.

    Umm. First, let’s start by swinging the mace.

    After performing a movement in front of the mirror that must have been repeated tens of thousands of times, I tilted my head as I realized that there were more than one or two parts that needed to be corrected through my aesthetic sense.

    I thought there would be some things to change, but I didn’t realize there would be so many.

    That’s because the way I wield the mace now was something I learned directly from my grandfather.

    What’s the problem? Seeing as they say that the aesthetic sense pointed out the weak point is correct, it seems like there is something wrong with it.

    I swung the mace around, changing its shape, but I couldn’t find an answer.

    Argh! This is really pissing me off!

    If there is anything strange, please let me know why it is strange!

    If you just tell a poor person that he is a poor person, will he change?

    In order to improve, you need to tell us specifically what is lacking and what is lacking!

    Anyway, as expected from the skill given by the perverted crow, there is a screw missing from an important part.

    It was my fault for expecting something from that crow.

    After grumbling while looking at the mirror, I eventually asked Grandpa Eemon for help.

    ‘grandfather. This may sound strange. There are some parts that feel awkward when swinging the mace.’

    ‘yes. So this is…’

    When I told my grandfather what aesthetic sense had pointed out, he let out a sigh.

    ‘yes. ‘Why?’

    The grandfather, who had been thinking about it for quite some time, eventually smiled empty-handed and said that he had been mistaken.

    ‘That’s… that’s right.’

    It wasn’t difficult to understand what my grandfather was talking about.

    To put it simply, I am extremely small.

    So much so that even her small frame has to be raised compared to girls of similar age.

    My grandfather’s teachings were based on the elite of the Holy Knights.

    No matter how much I modify it to fit my body type, there is bound to be some awkwardness as the basis is ordinary knights.

    ‘Is that possible?’

    ‘Then what should I do? Should I find someone to help me?’

    ‘Here you go? Erin… and I don’t think even the idiot fox knows much about Mace. ‘Is there anyone I don’t know about?’

    ‘…yes?’

    After understanding my grandfather’s story, I laughed as usual and then held my posture again.

    ‘there’s nothing we can do. Since my grandfather has helped me so far, I will have to endure even if there are some shortcomings.’

    My grandfather, who was laughing heartily, suggested that I try swinging it in this way. I followed him and again conveyed to my grandfather the awkwardness I saw through my aesthetic sense.

    The process of finding a method that suits me couldn’t be said to have been smooth, but I didn’t feel the slightest bit of boredom or boredom during it.

    It was this kind of hard work that was tiresome when setting records in a game called Soul Academy, but more than anything, it was quite fun to make progress little by little while talking with my grandfather.

    So, I spent time discussing with my grandfather at the indoor training center before heading to the streets of Soul Academy.

    *

    With about a week left before the academy’s opening, I returned to the academy and went to my room to unpack.

    Several months had passed since I left this place, but the academy’s rooms were clean and without a trace of dust.

    I guess it’s because the people who work here keep cleaning.

    As I was tidying up my room comfortably, thanks to the idiot fox leaving saying he had to go see the main body, someone knocked on the door.

    “Lucy. Is it inside?”

    Frey, you came early. In the game, he only comes to the academy right before school starts.

    I went outside to see what was going on, and as soon as Frey saw my face, he smiled brightly.

    “Long time no see. I missed you.”

    “So what are you, stupid prosecutor.”

    “Let’s spar. I will win this time.”

    …right. He was this kind of kid.

    I was worried for no reason.

    I sighed deeply and thought about just kicking Frey out, but changed my mind after hearing what my grandfather said.

    ‘That’s true too. Frey’s talent is real.’

    After finishing thinking, I looked into Frey’s pitiful eyes and raised the corners of my mouth.

    “You’re going to win? Are you like me?”

    “Yes. I will make it.”

    “Puhaha. If you can, do it. If you struggle, it will only highlight your laziness.”

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