Episode 87 - I Enjoyed Inside the Birdman Nation
The next morning we left the settlement of Ketsey, and we arrived at the settlement of the Birdman without any particular trouble like this. Although there was no trouble, I was tired of leaving early in the morning and staying on the move until after noon.
Mr. Ermina would follow the crossing to a birdman merchant he knew, which meant that the other three could rest their bodies for a while. There was a cape overlooking the cliff, so I walked with tech, and there were a few penguins. Do they live here?
I didn't see the cliff from the cape and make it faint, so I decided to sit right near it and take a look at the cliff Penguin was looking at.
"Oh, that's the bird colony."
There were several holes in the cliff, and I could have guessed that hole would apparently be the residence of the Birdmen. Numerous cliffs with countless holes are also covered with staircases made of rock scrapers, which seem to have been put in place so that they can safely come up from sea level to cliff top.
Looking at the cliff with admiration, a black shadow popped out of the cliff hole.
The popping shadow pinned the black wings with both legs aligned, his mouth straight out - and he stuck it straight into the sea.
Whether that behavior has been skinned, one black shadow after another pops out of the cliff hole, gliding a short distance and piercing it into the sea.
"The adults follow you. You're so scared, you can't fly."
"Really? Make room for that."
"Aren't you down there? Second row from the top."
"That's a good one."
The penguins around him suddenly started talking.
Yeah, because it was the big penguin that jumped out of that cliff hole. I was expecting you.
"I don't know, it's weird!
"What is this guy? Elves?"
"Elves look thinner and smarter. Do it. Long ears to go."
"He sure looks like an asshole. This guy. So, it's you, huh?
The first time I met Penguin disguised me. Who the hell are you people talking to birds? No, I guess you're a bird tribe.
"Human."
"Ningen? Do it human, alle. You want to grab them from the woods?
"" "Wow, I'm not getting close." "
Penguins walks a good distance from me. You have a bad mouth, but you're adorable. These guys.
"I'm not grabbing you. I'm here in business with the elves today."
"With an elf? Elves don't like people."
"Something like that? I heard that elves and humans can be connected."
"Seriously. Elf, come on."
I don't know, this... I don't know, this. This situation where the penguin talks in a non-Kansai valve.
"What brings you more business than that? Are you out of cloth again?
"No firewood?
"No, this time it's Behemoth's meat, skin, fangs, horns, bones"
"Behemoth? What's a behemoth?"
"We'll know. I'm doing such a big monster. The meat seems delicious."
"Seriously. Does the elf stop like that? Follow me."
"We are the strongest burns in the sea. Win on land."
"We have short legs. Running."
"It's hard to pick up firewood."
"Meat, do you want to try it? I'll split it up just a little bit."
"Seriously. Brother chubby."
"If you taste it and it tastes good, your parents can buy it for you."
Remove a piece of behemoth salted meat from the treasure box and cut it to pieces with a knife.
"Oh, it looks delicious."
"You can't eat meat because you're always a fish."
"Well done, brother."
"It's salted meat, so it's salty if you keep it up, right?
"If you lose the salt, yeah, do it? Easy win."
The shredded meat is wrapped in a water polo as much as a volleyball and spins intricately inside as if it were even sprayed on a washing machine. After a while, the water polo split to the same number as the penguin and flew to its mouth.
The penguins stick a couch in the water polo and peck the shredded meat.
"Yummy!
"It feels like meat. I don't feel comfortable coming out."
"My father bought it for me"
The penguins shook their heads with pulls, moving their fin-like wings patterned. What a cute creature.
"You guys are clever... it's water magic now, isn't it?
"Let him? I'm not a good athlete on land, but we don't have water magic on our right."
"Adults make ice and slip even on land. We can't do it yet."
"Well, I can barely use anything but water magic. Even adults can finally light a little fire."
The Birdmen seem to be a species specializing in water magic. They say the houses and stairs they dug on the cliffs are made by shredding them with water magic. I make and show water polo with water magic too.
"Not at all, brother."
"It's a little better when you're six months old."
"Too low density."
"Seriously. How about this?"
Add more magic to the water polo and try to compress it more.
"Than just now, Akanyan"
"Too much waste."
"Only magic is on the ladder."
It doesn't seem to work at all.
"More images! I need to consolidate my image!
"Too much magic wasted! The sophistication of the construction over the image or!
"Gyuck, Byrne!
"Because I don't have it!
Mr. Ermina was also surrounded by penguins because he had not yet returned, and he proceeded to train in water magic while being half-widdled. The water magic arm rose slightly for some reason even though it was tired and unscrupulous. I can't solve it.
"Sashimi yum!
"Brother, don't take it!
"Even this Shaw Yu! Next time you'll pick it up at Ketsey's."
I was able to crack it down quickly with the Birdman. It's easy to get along with someone who can share the delicacy of food.
"I'm eating raw... disgusting"
"You don't even know if I'm hungry, do you?
Mr Ermina says that a little worryingly, as Rijuana seems sincerely disgusted while eating baked fish. Breeda was silently sipping seaweeded tidal juice. The sashimi served on a large plate is cancer ignored. I can't solve it.
"It's so delicious... of course grilled fish and boiled fish are delicious, but I still think sashimi is the best"
"Saya. It's delicious to dance and eat if you're a little fish."
"Squid and octopus are delicious."
"Don't eat squid or octopus on land."
"I like it, but squid and octopus sashimi. Except for the sashimi."
"Brother, are you serious? The land people just saw it. Don't pull it off."
The birds look surprised - they stare at me with no expression they don't look like. You don't really change your expression, do you, Penguin? By the way, the adult bird tribe is about 150 cm tall and pretty big. As long as your hands are not clever, use water magic to make them look like your hands and feet. I also brought the dish for the feast because it looks like a hand or tentacle made of water magic.
Honestly, I have to feel magical potential for this odd sight. All I had was an image of combat magic that I used in my skills, but I guess magic is something that is inherently freer.
"It's delicious. I can't taste that unique texture anywhere else."
"Don't take it! Hey, squid and octopus, come on!
"I wonder why he's so familiar with the Birdman."
New dishes are brought to the large plates as the birds delight. Apparently not only squid and octopus sashimi, but also beach-boiled octopus feet aboard in a luxurious manner.
"Hey, are you going to eat that!?
"Taishi-kun, that's a little..."
"No, no, you shouldn't be fooled by your looks. She said it was delicious and cuddly. Squid has a sweet, crisp texture and a different flavour than octopus. At least that's what I know about octopuses and squid."
I'll start with octopus sashimi. This is live. This sashimi. Throat when swallowed by the flavors and aromas of tide and an indescribably unique texture on the saggy tongue. Everything is delicious.
Next is the squid sting.
A hint of sweetness after the crisp texture, where the soy sauce statement combines to spread into the mouth an unspoken pleasure. I prefer octopus, but squid is still delicious too.
And beach boiled octopus feet. This rashes as it is lavishly. Delicious. I feel that the flavour that octopus is supposed to have is maximized.
"Best"
"Good eating brother!
"I've never seen a land human eat so deliciously!
"Seriously, it's so delicious."
I shake my neck beside Mr. Ermina with a boom at all costs when I turn my gaze to Rijuana. Breeda is determined to ignore cancer. I can't solve it. It's not good to hate food, is it?
They're staying in the Birdman settlement for about three days. They don't have enough salt in stock this time because of the high volume of transactions, and the Birdmen also crack up quite a few personnel to refine the salt. I use water magic to purify it, but I honestly wasn't sure what I was doing when I was given a tour.
They say simply draining moisture from the sea water will leave a bitter taste, and it's a skilled technique to separate it successfully. Perhaps the bitter taste is the result of this. I don't know what the ingredients are. That's all I know is that when I put it in warmed soy milk, it solidifies and becomes tofu.
So wait until the salt is ready. I am shopping time.
"Forge tools? I don't think so."
"That's the guy you're dealing with. Oops?
"If it's the ocean, metal products rust."
It could be in a crap warehouse.
"Oh, there might be one over there."
"Crap warehouse?
"Seya. I want salt kata to have a lot of things, but some of them are useless. They don't use it in the woods, and they don't trade it at all. They put it in a crap warehouse."
"Take whatever's out there. Yeah. Nobody uses crap or crap."
"Well, I'll study the subject."
"Oh, Jali, why don't you show your brother to the crap warehouse?"
Guided down a cliff-built staircase by a birdman child. This staircase is for the Birdman, so to be honest, it's a little small for me. And the railings are low and unusable. If you're stirred up by strong winds and out of balance, you're upside down on the sea level. Yes.
"Brother, you're so upset."
"Bibili."
"Unlike you guys, I have a high center of gravity for long legs."
Well, I don't think falling will kill you, but I'm sorry for the pain and the fear.
Penguins will guide you down to the middle of the cliff as you go, then walk through the aisle to the edge. There weren't many birdlings walking around here this time of year, and there was nothing wrong with other birdlings.
But the sea coming from the cliff is quite spectacular. The sparkling sea level stretches all the way to the horizon reflecting the sun's light. There are all kinds of adult bird tribes drifting on the blue blue sea surface, and it looks like they are definitely diving into the sea and doing something about it. Are you even fishing?
"Am I right? What kids. They say it's Akan because it's dangerous here?
"Grandma told me to come and show this brother around."
"Ooh? Are there any humans? Long time no see."
At the edge of the cliff, at the entrance to a cave much larger than it has been made into other houses - no, there was an old bird tribe. There are scars all over my body, and I'm a birdman who's losing one eye. It's like a war veteran.
The kid who led me this far, Penguins, just went somewhere. Well, when you came in, you seemed pissed off, and you thought you couldn't help but wait for me. Yochiyochi, walking away. Speak to the old soldier penguin as he takes his gaze off the child penguins.
"Do you have any blacksmith tools here? I'd like you to give it to me."
"Forge tools? Uh, I feel like there was a rusty iron floor or something in the back. I don't know where it is, so look for it and take it."
"Sweet for your words."
Enter the crap warehouse and look around inside.
It seems to be considerably larger in size than the common dwellings of the Birdman tribe. The warehouse, made of shredded white rocks, is limp and cold, and I feel a little jimmy because of the sea breeze coming in.
The storage in this warehouse is very varied. I guess they are all products that have been left behind as a consideration for salt, but many of them look at it and don't immediately know how to use it. A lot of what you can see right away doesn't seem to be practicable either.
"That's a lot of over-decorated weapon protection..."
There are quite a few swords, spears and armor decorated with gems and gold and silver. But if you look closely, there seems to be a lot of loose or just apparent armor. There are only other weapons that are too luxurious and likely to break quickly or vice versa that are too big to use. I guess anything that seems user-friendly will be replaced soon.
It's not just weapons and protective equipment that you keep. Something like a jewelry box or some kind of experimental instrument. Some are like machines you can't handle. Looks like there's a lot of room for the name crap warehouse.
Moving back scratching the crap, he found a rusty iron floor that was tumbling down on the ground and underneath the other crap. I also found this rusty hammer and a hangover right around the corner. The iron floor and hammer are likely to be used if the rust is removed, but the part of the required screw has become rusty, and to a lesser extent, it has become frightening. Can't this work? Well, if you can't give it a try, let's cast it and use it. I'll borrow a few other iron accessories that I think I can use by crushing them.
Some looked like black steel or misrills, but I can't handle them because I can't adjust the fine temperatures in a homemade furnace in time. Too bad.
I look around the crap warehouse wondering if there's anything else I can use. It's kind of exciting about this kind of thing, like treasure hunting. I liked looking around recycling shops a lot in the original world as well.
If anyone sees it, there may have been treasure, but at least I've never seen anything like it. Well, I couldn't find anything else in this crap warehouse that might help, besides the rusty blacksmith tools that didn't leak into the example either.
"We found what we were looking for. Thanks."
"I mean good. It would be helpful to have a little less crap."
Old soldier penguin waves a scratchy fin at me leaving the crap warehouse. This one also climbed the cliff by surprise as he waved his hand back to the old soldier penguin. It's not that I'm afraid of heights, but I'm still afraid to climb a narrow staircase without railings.
"Phew..."
Think about what to make while polishing the iron floor and hammer you've been getting with the grinding wheel. Honestly, there are very few ingredients in hand. I may be able to make a critical sword, but I don't feel like making much because I also lack the ingredients to make patterns and sheaths. If that's the case, what will it make?
"Can you make a throwing knife?"
If you throw with my strength, even stone can be a fine weapon, but stone is easily crushed, so demon opponents lack a bit of killing power. But an iron throwing knife or rubble would also give an effortlessly effective blow to a hard-skinned demon. Magic is good, but it also has the advantage that throwing weapons is quieter and less noticeable.
If that's the case, we'll have to rebuild the deal first. But the hinge part's rusty. This. Do you want to try to force it to move a little bit? The rusty one opened and closed slightly after putting some effort into it. If it starts to move, it belongs here. Rub behemoth beast fat into the part of the required screw and gutsily open and close. It took a little while, but I was able to restore the function to a point where I had no problems using it.
Install iron floors with rust drop because the minimum tools are in place, and cement and secure the foundation with soil magic. Store water for quenching in a vessel made of ground magic, and make a simple refinery of this again with earth magic to throw pre-made charcoal with cake iron and scrap iron, and dissolve it using fire magic and wind magic.
Once the dissolved iron was cooled, the furnace was destroyed and removed, and the iron was finally formed after being refined with ground magic. Slice the refined iron mass into pieces with a magically wrapped bushing knife, stick it into a furnace made for heating and heat it with fire magic. This is definitely not a normal blacksmith, but I don't have enough equipment to use anything I can.
Beat the heated iron, mold and make a throwing knife. Well, would it be more reasonable to describe it as a stick-handed backsword than a throwing knife? I want to make something a little bigger, but I can't say that it is rich in ingredients, so it is best to make about five thick ones with middle fingers.
Should I have picked up some more iron ore on the skin near the settlement in Ketsey if this were the case?
By the time I was grinding and polishing with a grinding wheel to form my fifth stick back sword, the sun was falling. Time seemed to have passed at some point while I was passionate about the work. When I looked up, there was a rifana staring at me with her eyes. I lean back a little surprised.
"What? Hey, what's up?
"What's the matter with this line? Cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun, cancun cancun
"Being impertinent is rude. That's still quite an arm, isn't it?
"Really? Something I made sounds like a nasty stick."
Saying so, Rijuana held my made stick back sword with her hand and frowned. I guess I was surprised it was heavier than I thought.
"What is this?"
"You're a stick-handed backsword. It's a weapon you throw and use."
I grab one, too, and throw it at a tree growing nearby. Scone, and made a good noise and the stick-handed back sword pierced the tree to the middle. If you're serious about throwing it, you're going to pierce it. Throw the remaining three in a row as well, causing the same tree to hit one after the other.
The landing point is somewhat uneven, but he hasn't lost his throwing skills altogether either.
"Phew, not quite clever"
Riffana also threw a stick-handed back sword at the same tree as me, but he didn't stab me well for spinning weirdly. Is that what you regretted, silently going to pick up the stick-handed backsword? I pulled a stick-handed sword out of a tree after that, too.
The tip is not missing or round, and I'm relieved that it was apparently made well. If I had the tools to carve magic letters, I could do a little more work.
Grab the stick-handed sword that Rijuana has been offering you as you think about it.
Gu.
For some reason, Rijuana won't let go of my stick-handed backsword.
……
"I think I lost something and I don't care."
"Yep...?
"I'm gonna practice a little bit, so lend it to me."
"Yep... well good. I made five, and I'll do two."
If you fly one way or the other, you won't be able to practice. You can make as many ingredients as you want in the future, and you should have three for now.
Press another stick back sword on the rifana, retrieve the tools and bury the ashes and stuff out of the workshop with ground magic. I finished the work, raised my gaze and groaned. Rijuana is niggling and niggling with a stick-handed backsword on both hands. Here's the look on your face that's forcing you to keep your grin down.
I see each other.
"Hey, what!?
"No, I'm glad you liked it."
"Beh!? Become!? Ah!?
Oh, this is bad. Let's get out of here. I felt like I was in danger. I ran away with a dash. Wind pressure bombs flew in with cursing from behind. What the hell? Already.
It won't even work if you hit it!
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