"Revered Bishop of Cipangu, these blacksmiths' tools usually come in three sets... Aside from the set for the iron smelting furnace, there is also a set for the iron-forging forge, and a shoebox set for fixing horses' and donkeys' hooves... Uh, yes, fixing feet! No, not people's—the hooves of four-legged runners..."
"You see, the iron-forging tools include an anvil for hammering on a base, hammers of every size, iron tongs for gripping the iron stock, chisels for tapping and fine-trimming, blades for cutting off edges and corners, and, most numerous of all, all kinds of forging molds for shaping iron!... Ah, there are only molds for a few weapons aboard the ship. A good blacksmith's shop, though, has to have hundreds of different molds!..."
"Ah! You say forge iron now? This... I... uh?... Yes, yes!..."
The sun rose high, illuminating the still-smoking honeycomb iron smelting furnace, the half-built great forge piled up nearby, the already finished small forge, all manner of blacksmithing tools, and the charcoal and iron stock heaped in the corner. This broad little open-air courtyard already had the rough beginnings of a blacksmith's shop.
High Priest Tomatl paced through the courtyard, observing carefully while asking questions without pause. Caro the goldsmith followed behind him drenched in sweat, struggling with every sort of gesture, plus performances of various sound effects. Red-hair Tribe Samurai guarded every part of the courtyard, the surrendered captive Sailors all wore respectful expressions, and several Kingdom blacksmiths had come to watch.
After looking around, Tomatl raised the demand to forge iron. Caro froze for a moment, but when he saw Red-hair Chabo grip the rattan strip again, he hurriedly nodded over and over.
"Yes! My lord bishop! I'll just... uh... forge a dagger for you!... But it will take some time, so please wait