“Muahahaha…!”
Under the sun, I was energetically walking through the “Pioneer City of Tristain.”
This city has become quite beautiful.
Ten years ago, it was common for feces and urine to be scattered about.
It was like the real sanitary conditions of the Middle Ages.
“For me, a soul with a Japanese spirit, it was an unbearable environment. Now, Chickie, where do you think I’m heading to?”
“Peep.”
That’s right! (No questions asked.)
“The answer is, the communal workshop!”
It’s a wonderful place where anyone can pay to do everything from woodworking to blacksmithing.
So, with that said, I’m using the skill “Speed Walk” to move at explosive speed.
On the way, I received bread from a neighborhood lady who said, “Oh, Jade, you’re looking well,” and shared it with a crying kid looking for his mom, helping him find her, and then I arrived at the facility.
I’ve made it.
“Japanese people are known for manufacturing, after all. The blood of Japan is boiling in me!”
“Peep!”
Well, my current blood is that of the “Dark Destruction Dragon Genocide Dragon,” but let’s not sweat the small stuff.
I paid the manager and entered.
I quickly laid out the materials on the workbench provided.
“Alright, it’s Jade’s ‘If I Can Make It in 3 Minutes, That Would Be Great’ Cooking. Today, we’re making everyone’s favorite ‘Magical Armament.’”
“Peep?”
Let me teach you, Chickie, who only knows about eating and sleeping.
“Magical Armament.”
That’s a weapon made from the materials of magical creatures.
“Magical creatures have tough bodies. So, the people of this world thought it would be best to use their bodies to defeat them.”
I was excited when I learned that.
Hunting monsters to make weapons, that’s something I loved doing when I was a student.
“Well, now as the evil dragon, I’m more likely to be the one stripped of my scales. But then again, I can fight without weapons.”
But what’s important is the romance, the romance.
Hunting monsters and eating gods to make weapons is now the heart of a Japanese person.
“So, let’s get to it.”
Today we have prepared “Troll’s Muscle Fibers” and “Treant’s Thick Branch.”
I’m planning to make a bow with these.
“Chickie, do you remember what a troll is?”
“Peep peep peep peep peep—peep peep?”
“What’s that?”
Well, you probably don’t remember, so let me explain.
A troll is the muscle-bound dummy we defeated the other day.
The one with an IQ of 3.
That’s the end of the explanation.
And a treant is a monster that looks like a giant tree with a human face.
Normally it disguises itself as a tree, but when someone approaches carelessly, it opens its mouth and bites down hard (I’ve been bitten three times).
“It’s a troublesome magical creature, but its branches are harder and more flexible than ordinary trees.”
That’s why they’re perfect for making bows.
“Alright, let’s start carving the thick branch.”
First, I’ll thinly shave it with the small knife I brought.
Here we go, shave, shave, shave—snap.
“…The knife broke. Well, this treant was quite a powerful one. It seems to have grown by eating many adventurers.”
Having defeated it and brought back the materials, the more humans it has eaten, the tougher the material becomes.
Losing one knife is no big deal.
Anticipating this, I brought a second knife. Smart move, Jade.
Continuing on, shave, shave—snap.
“Ah… well, that’s what makes it a good material.”
Anticipating this, I also have a third knife.
Alright, let’s try again, shave, sha—snap.
“…”
Everything has become bothersome.
It’s fine. There’s no one around anyway, and I don’t like to be disturbed while working, so I’m using the skill “Stealth Hiding” to erase my presence.
So, I transform my nails into the Evil Dragon Claw.
With a flick of the claw, the thick branch splits into the perfect thinness.
“Alright, so if you find the first step bothersome, please consider reincarnating as an evil dragon…”
Feeling a sense of defeat, I move on to the next step.
Now it’s time to make the bowstring.
Ordinary bows use horsehair, but this time it’s a magical armament.
We’re going to use the troll’s muscle fibers.
“We’ll twist and turn them into a single bowstring and string it up. Looks like we’re going to make a powerful bow.”
With anticipation, let’s borrow the specialized machine at the facility.
It’s like a spinning wheel, and when you set the muscle fibers on both sides and turn the handle, they twist and twist and twist—snap.
“Ah—! Ah—! Ah—!”
The handle! The handle broke!
“Ah, what’s going on, Jade?”
And here comes the manager flying in!
“No, no, no, no, it’s nothing! I’m in great shape and having a thrilling time!”
“But you seemed to be shouting. And why are you hiding the machine behind your back?”
The manager presses on, suspecting that I broke it.
Gulp…
“There’s no way that’s the case! Look, here it is!”
I showed the machine.
There it was, without a single scratch.
“Ah… really. And it seems to be shining, doesn’t it?”
Yes.
That’s because I used the rare skill “Auto Repair” on it.
…Of course, I can’t say that, so I just give a forced smile.
“I always appreciate this facility. So, while using it, I took the liberty of oiling and cleaning it.”
“Oh, is that so? Jade, you’re always such a good guy.”
The manager leaves, saying to keep coming back.
Phew… I managed not to ruin my reputation…
“That was scary…”
By the way, this is the seventeenth time something like this has happened.
Thanks to that, I’ve gained the strange nickname “Jade, who regularly makes the equipment shine.”
Sigh. I’ve managed to keep it a secret so far, but it’s getting dangerous.
“Damn it…! It’s all because of this evil dragon body…!”
It seems that a considerable amount of force is needed to process the “Troll’s Muscle Fibers.”
When I was turning the handle, it must have been resisting, trying to return to its original state.
Ordinary people would have given up at that point, but I am an evil dragon.
I didn’t notice the resistance of the muscle fibers at all and kept turning, resulting in the handle of the machine giving out.
“Ugh, I should have done this from the start…”
So, I check my surroundings again.
Once I’m sure no one is looking, I take the muscle fibers between my evil dragon fingers and twist them.
There, the bowstring is complete.
That’s the end of step two.
Using the power of the evil dragon was the best choice.
Silly me.
“Sigh, it’s different, isn’t it? Manufacturing is supposed to be about tiny humans using their wisdom and time to diligently work…”
And yet, what’s with this body?
It solves the need for creativity and ingenuity with brute force.
“What do you think, Chickie? It’s like looking down on human technology, isn’t it?”
“Peep.”
You agree, right? (No questions asked.)
“Alright, I’ve decided. I will never use the power of the evil dragon again. I will live an honest life.”
To walk earnestly with the power of a tiny human.
That’s what “life” is, I believe.
“I am, after all, an ordinary person. That’s why I want to live as a human, without being consumed by excessive power. That’s the vow of my soul.”
With that vow in my heart, I continue working.
Next is almost the final stage.
I’ll make holes at both ends of the treant’s thick branch to thread the string.
Using the hand drill at the facility… snap.
“…”
Alright, I’ll make the holes with the evil dragon’s claws.
