Glory for the Earth Magic! , By : Torimaru Karasuma / 已己巳己
The next day after I bought the clay in the Imperial City, I began to practice with the ordinary clay.
This worlds clay was not that different from Earth’s, it is fairly ordinary.
I in particular began practicing to regain my senses by kneading the clay into deformed dogs and cats without any purpose.
There is also a 5 year blank and my small hands which were not like my previously larger ones, the fine details are much more difficult.
While struggling to form the clay, I was able to regain some of my senses, but when I was forming the figure I wanted to make, I realized something.
“Come to think of it, in this world ….. Is there any net or PC’s?” (EN: Idk why only now.)
When I was on Earth, I did not make any original, but used an image of a heroine straight off the internet that was in an existing anime.
Although this worlds civilization is advanced to some extent, there are no PC’s.
For a moment, I thought whether or not it could be helped to not have a PC, then I thought of creating my own PC, but I don’t know how to make it or even knew the materials to anyways.
If there was a camera to take photos or something at least, but it’s also not …..
“….. No wait. Certainly the camera was from a long time ago, was it not …..?”
In addition, there was mintage technology in this world so they may have a cameras.
I head to mother, my original source.
Mother was chatting with father who came back from the Imperial City.
“Oh Alba! Do you need something?”
Father noticed my presence and put on a refreshing smile.
I would be jealous if I were not relatives with this handsome man, he’d even die handsome.
Well, its thanks to this beautiful couple that if permissible, I’d say I would be handsome when I’m a teenager.
When I had seen his face, I was nearly about to become a narcissistic.
I have s.e.xless features with the same red hair as my parents. There was no sense of discomfort if I were to grow my hair out and disguise myself as a girl.
In my previous life, it was low scoring and just a little sweet so I’m seriously thanking my parents right now for my current face.
I could prolong the story, but I was speaking to my handsome father right now so I answer his question with a smile.
“Yes! Father, is there something called a camera?”
“Camera?”
Father has a question mark on top of his head from my words.
“It’s about this size ….. I press a b.u.t.ton and then a precise picture comes out.”
I was using a common explanation to explain it clearly to him .
Such it was used in an event when you’re trying to explain it to other cultures, its unexpected what words you have to use.
Father and mother consider what I described for a moment then responded with a clap.
“Oh that, did you mean the magic projection machine?”
Somehow, the name sounds like it is used to repel ghost in a certain horror game.
I think my brain is translating it to an easy to understand j.a.panese name, but it might possibly different.
After leaving his seat for a while, Father brings something that looks like a Polaroid camera back.
“Perhaps you are talking about this Alba? You press the b.u.t.ton to suppress the landscape you want to save while looking through a hole that shows the field of view, the paper that has the picture as if it has cut the landscape that has been drawn comes out.”
Saying so, father poised with the camera and pressed the b.u.t.ton while looking at me.
After pressing it, there was a sound similar to a shutter, then something that looked like a photo came out the camera and father pa.s.sed it to me.
Looking at what was pa.s.sed to me, although there was not as much sharpness like Earth as I expected, my face was indeed visible on the piece of paper.
“It has been a long time since I used it, but it’s good that it still works.”
In the story father told me, though it was not a custom to take pictures in this world, it was made by a famous old inventor, the inventor also seemed to be an eccentric person, he told me there were only a few several camera’s in this world.
This is the first time I’m hearing it, father seemed to have an eye for novelty inventions, the camera was just one of the things he got in a bid from auction in the past.
“It was a good buy, I was very satisfied with this one. It’s just another antique sitting on the shelves now, never less you knew about this as well.”
“What? Well y-yes! But I was just wondering if someone could be the model for my clay’s shapes so I wanted something to retain their appearance.”
They were quite forced excuses if I say so myself.
To begin with, even if I had quick wits, I’m still in trouble.
However my good-natured parents believe it without a doubt.
(EN: He’s in trouble because he looked at his fathers shelf without permission I think.)
“Well, it was for that sort of reason, Alba sure is kind.”
“Fufufu, he sure is similar to you.”
“Give up, aren’t you embarra.s.sed?”
Father and mother, even though you are in front of me, it’s rotten to flirt in front of people who have had a sore life.
It is an indescribably complicated feeling to watch your parents flirt in front of you.
“Oh, sorry Alba, we did not forget about you!”
Father who noticed my gaze cleared his throat with a ⌊Gohon⌉ then wears a smile. Well, I’ll leave it there.
“Ah er …, I know! I’ll give this to you!”
Father pa.s.ses the magic projection machine to me with a restless smile on his face trying to cheat his way out of the situation.
“Well? Is it good?”
“Yes, I won’t forget that this was from fathers collection. I will use this effectively so I rejoice at this gift from father.”
I would be honestly happy if I could just borrow it.
If I have this, there should be many things I can make.
However I have to prepare the models.
I listen to fathers explain about the magic projection machine.
As the name suggests, when you take a photo, it uses the users magic power and converts it into a photograph as a result.
Listening to the story, I think it’s a tremendous technology. They say there is not a custom of taking a photograph, but the inventor seems to only value geeky stuff ….. that weirdo.
In fact, father did not mind about the technology in particular and seemed to only recognize it to some degree.
There, I decided to cherish this well because I understood its value.
As long as my magic power was not exhausted, there was no necessity for film.
Immediately, I take pictures of father and mother from various angles with the camera.
The first models I wanted to have were father and mother.
After taking a few pictures, I thank them both then return to my room immediately to start production. (EN: If you ever see chunks like this, there’s good chance for error.)
A process is necessary if I were to add any pose, but this time is simple and serves as rehabilitation.
First of all, I make the stone powder clay into human form then do fine adjustments with the chisel while looking at the photos.
Since there are many others with the same hobby as me, all the fine details will be omitted.
I immerse myself for the first time in a long time to making full-fledged figures, I struggled and forgot about the time.
Stone powder clay is characterized by hardening when exposed to air and UV like paper clay.
From there on, I added clay or made fine adjustments.
Before dinner, I continued to work by forming the base, afterwards, I ate dinner and went to bed.
The next day, father comes and invites me to play with puppy eyes, but I decline because this was a part of my magic training.
Father must have really want to go play with me, but when he heard it was for magic training he bowed down strongly when he left the room. I do not know who was the child in this.
After that, I continued to concentrate on my work, after a period of one day, my parents figurines were completed.
Although it remains white because color was not painted on, since I made it with a realistic tone without the color, it looks very plaster and somehow art ish.
Well, considering it was made by a 5-year-old childs hands and is blank ….. I’d say the quality is good.
I go to my parents immediately to show them the completed figures.
“Oh, Alba. You’re done training?”
I talked to mother who I met in the hallway.
“Yes. I wanted to show it to mother and father because it was completed.”
“Fufufu, that person grew timid because his child did not want to play, fully play with him later. So, you said it …… is …… finished.”
Saying so, mother looks intently and my figure.
“Hey Alba. You really made this?”
“Yes, I made it with effort looking at the photos!”
“…… Mercurio!”
Mother suddenly screams calling father.
“What is it, calling in such a loud voice ….. I’ll have to spend a lonely holiday not being able to play with my son.”
A child!
I said a tsukommi in my mind to father who said something like a child.
“Look at this good thing! Alba made it!”
“Let’s see ….. Seriously?”
Father compares the figures with mother and I.
“I wonder ….. does this child have artistic talent?”
“This might be related to clay being of the earth attribute”
My parents were talking sneakily between the two of them.
There had been a little regret because I had heard them well.
Since I was enjoying my hobby for the first time in a long time, my tension had been rising up, consider being calm when a 5-year-old genius you don’t know the circ.u.mstances of suddenly built this.
Though I was good at building figures, that did not mean I had good artistic taste.
Even if drawn, replication was the best.
So since I’m trouble to be seen as an art genius, I use a fact I heard earlier as an excuse.
“For example, Well …… When I made it, I felt something like the feeling of earth. I think that it’s related to earth attribute.”
Being a genius in art looks much better than being talented in earth attribute, but it seems good to lie about this one.
“Ho, so the earth attribute was related after all!”
Father is happy from my words.
“It’s good in this case, Alba has a talent with the earth attribute”
Father nodded uh-huh as if convinced.
That day, the figure went around and the night was filled with praise.