NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3 Request to Leave the Village
There are no more detailed pictures of the style of the long sword. Brothers can just take a look.
In this way, the three teenagers returned to the village where they were raised, reported to the instructor who was part-time guardian that the mission had been completed, said hello, and began today's practice.
"Be steady when swinging your sword! Don't take your eyes away from your vital points, but don't relax your observation of other parts either! When fighting, you must observe the surrounding situation! Whether they are dangerous species or alien races, they are all weird existences!"
The middle-aged man wearing a turban watched the training of the three people and explained loudly.
"Yeyas! You swing the sword too hard! Learn more from Tazmi!"
"Yes!"
Yiyeas, who was sweating profusely, had already taken off his shirt and was waving his sword shirtless.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The one who made the knocking sound in the house was our protagonist, Tazmi.
A crisp knocking sound resounded between the hammer and the iron, while sparks were spattered outward.
I have already finished studying the imperial swordsmanship outside, and what I am currently doing is the forging of weapons.
With the help of the little knowledge he remembered from his previous life, and the forging technology of the empire, which was already very good a thousand years ago and is still not bad even after a thousand years, the boy forged his own weapons.
The instructor is a mysterious person, there is no doubt about it.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"
As the hammering was completed, the boy soaked the hot sword blade into the specially prepared dangerous blood.
Bah~~! !
As the strong smell of smoke rose, the sword forged by the boy began to take shape.
The style is that of a commonly used imperial long sword, but during the forging process a small amount of rare iron ore that is only found on the border was added.
And the current forging method of soaking weapons with dangerous blood is a method taught by Yuz Kasa.
As for the little knowledge I know, it adds a hint of unknown possibility to this yet-to-be-formed sword.
While the boy was waiting for the sword embryo to cool down, Youzi opened the curtain and walked in.
"Still forging that 'special' blade of yours? Tazmi!"
Looking at the silver luster reflected from the sword embryo in the pool, Youzi raised the corners of his mouth.
"Um..."
Looking at Yuzi, Tazmi nodded.
"You have always been the calmest person in the trio. I think your parents will be very happy to see you persist..."
After saying this, Youzi picked up the coat on the chair and put it on his shoulders to go out.
"I'm going to check out the traps and cordons... remember not to let them be lazy..."
"I understand, instructor Yuzi!"
The young man nodded and watched the instructor leave.
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Imperial calendar - 1023, autumn.
As the days pass, the situation facing the village becomes more and more dangerous.
When the three of them were thirteen, there were cases in the village of people starving to death due to poor taxation and harvest.
For this reason, people in the village gathered together at the village chief's home to discuss the next thing.
"Haka, who lived in the corner of the village, starved to death... The old man left all the food in the house to the young children..."
Young men wear hats. In this autumn environment, it is inevitable to add clothing.
"Pitiful..."
Seeing the girl crying on the table, his wife, a young man, also sat next to the girl and comforted her.
"What should I do if this continues...Village Chief..."
Listening to the villagers' inquiries, the village chief was also one of the elders.
"Hey... It's all because of the poor harvest this year... Is there something that has angered the gods..."
Squeak~~click!
As the wooden door was pushed open, Yuz Kasa walked in wearing a turban.
"Mr. Haka's body has been buried. The village chief..."
"As for food, every household has confirmed it one by one. Relying on the remaining food in the village and hunting dangerous species, we can barely survive this winter..."
After taking a drag on his cigarette, he put out the butt and looked at the village chief with solemn eyes.
Since coming to this village, I have treated this village as my hometown and contributed my own little efforts.
The villagers are very kind, and of course they are very sad when they see someone die.
That old guy really likes to drink with him and study traps together.
I didn't expect to die so carelessly.
While he is responsible for the training of young people, he also needs to hunt and prevent raids from bandits or foreign nationalities. It is also his job to check traps and alerts.
Even though I have the help of three outstanding children, I am still a bit weak.
"Hey..."
Youzi sighed and pulled out the seat and sat down.
"As winter approaches, businessmen will no longer come to the cities closest to the villages...and there are very few dangerous species that appear in winter. I hope every household will be prepared!"
With the increase in tariffs, not only are they not coming to the nearest city, they are not coming at all.
For those businessmen, can the taxes they have to pay along the way be recouped by these country people? This is just a joke!
"Is this so..."
The village chief murmured.
After hearing Youzi's summary, the people present were somewhat silent.
"How about taking advantage of the arrival of winter, the three of us can set off for the imperial capital..."
Looking at the silent people, Tazmi knew that it was not okay to continue like this.
Although I have spare money now, I can't buy food at all.
As winter approaches, it is even more difficult for Mazila Village, which is nestled in a ravine.
How can villages that are difficult to get out of the mountains transport food back in this winter season? No need to pay tax when leaving the checkpoint? In addition, if the harvest is not good, the price of food will inevitably rise. This has also been the inherent operation of merchants for several years.
Although I haven't done anything in recent years, just practicing. But just relying on the money obtained by my own little cleverness cannot solve the current problem.
"Yes, yes, I, Lord Yiyeas, will definitely show off my talents and make our village prosperous again!!"
The young man patted his chest and said.
"Don't worry, just leave it to the three of us! Mr. Village Chief! Besides, while we can go out to practice, we can also help reduce the burden on the village. If there are three less mouths, everyone will definitely be able to eat full!"
After casting a disdainful glance at the boastful Iyeas, Sayu followed, relieving everyone's depressed mood.
Seeing the determined expressions of the three people, the adults present also laughed bitterly.
The village chief, in particular, had no choice but to accept this fact.
"This is really..."
Looking at the tall and straight figures and outstanding appearance of the three teenagers, they are no less than their parents.
When the three were nine years old, Tazmi, who acquiesced and became the leader of the trio, expressed her intention to leave the village.
Although he was suppressed by himself, he was now ready to shoot.
"Then it's up to you, Tazmi, Sayu, and Iyeas!"