Automatic Doll Automaton

There wasn’t much to enjoy, so the whole neighborhood came to greet and see the bomba that had been repaired and groomed.

Seeing Bomba nod and say hello, someone asked.

“You mean? Are you still unable?”

Carrot, who followed, answered.

“Ah, that. The vocal organs are surprisingly intact? I wonder if there’s something wrong with the spell in my head, but from there, it’s the wizard’s domain, so we can’t touch it. But, wouldn’t this be enough?”

Carrot looked up at Bomba. Bomba looked down at her and gave her a thumbs up, and Carrot grinned and gave a thumbs up too.

Bomba’s gestures and behavior were almost human-like from the moment they met. That means it has high computational power, but it was only after I opened the head that I knew for sure.

“Neighborhood people! Everyone, let’s save the bomba here. I can’t go into detail because of circumstances, but surprisingly he’s a friend with a past.”

“uh? Are you a woman with a past?”

“You look like a real woman with a wig on.”

“Why do you guys look like women?”

Undirected questions were thrown from all sides. Carrot, who tried to cover his ears, answered.

“There was a rumor in the past that if soldiers from an enemy country died at the hands of a woman during a war, they could not go to heaven. That’s why they said they made the automaton more feminine.”

“wow! is that so? amazing!”

“I knew it first!”

“It’s convenient to live if you know at least some common sense. Next time I come, I will bring some books.”

“Uh, we can’t read.”

“I’ll teach you that, just read and write. You can even do automatons…! uh! wait for a sec! Bomba!”

Bomba looks back.

“Do you know how to write?”

Bomba nodded in amazement. Everyone looked surprised. Carrot opened her mouth and looked up, then pointed to the floor.

“Will you write your name?”

Looking around, Bomba borrowed an old man’s wooden staff and wrote letters on the floor with it.

Bomba.

Carrot crumpled some of her teeth and spoke again.

“Not that, but your real name.”

?

“Oh, don’t you remember?”

Yes, I don’t remember.

“Bomba writes!”

“What did you write?”

“I don’t remember.”

Carrot asked a few more questions, and Bomba responded in writing on the floor. Carrot, who grasped the approximate situation, explained.

“I remember waking up in the woods when the kids came, but I don’t remember anything before that?”

“wow! I want to talk to Bomba too!”

“Before that, I should learn to write. Does anyone in this town know how to read?”

Everyone had sullen faces.

“There was Aunt Bell, but she passed away not too long ago.”

“Right now, only the chief knows.”

“Can’t the chief teach you?”

“Uh, I call the kids every day and let them know, but that’s fine…”

Carrot opened her little nostrils and crossed her arms.

“Well, motivation is the most important thing in studying. Tiger Carrot’s lettering class is not easy! Gather! You fools! I, the created being, will teach you, the creators, texts! wooden planks! And I need a charcoal pencil!”

Carrot sat them down, taught them letters and how to read, and listed the words needed for daily life.

“A total of 26 letters are attached here and there to make a sentence. Pronunciation is important here, now! this is hello! Follow me! hello!”

“hello!”

“Now write the same! Memorize the sentences created by the characters while writing them down! 12 hours until the crank breaks! In it, put the phonetic symbols of 26 characters in your head! Shouldn’t you have a brief conversation with Bomba, the captain of the guard who protects your village? Bad hair is all the same! You guys learn it and let the rest of the town know! Isn’t it unfair to be treated like an idiot for not knowing how to read?!”

Carrot’s cry moved people’s hearts. Twelve hours later, when Crank woke up, there were about 5 young people with bloodshot eyes, being taught by Carrot all night.

“It’s not that fast.”

“If you wake up even a little bit, then you can learn from Bomba and writing.”

“A conversation with Bomba?”

Carrot told the story of what happened while Crank was sleeping. Nodding, Crank picked up a stick and wrote on the floor.

nice to meet. Bomba. i crank,

Returning to the village from patrol, Bomba took a wooden stick from Crank and wrote a letter under it.

Nice to meet you. And thank you. meister Crank,

Crank grinned. It wouldn’t be seen because of the pitching, but he now asked a question through his voice.

“Is there anything wrong with your body? Where to adjust?”

There is a 10 degree error in the left knee and movable angle. Right 1st, 3rd, 5th, left 1st, fingers not fully bent.

Crank called Bomba into the house right away and adjusted the angle of motion of the legs and adjusted the joints and muscles of the fingers. After confirming that his hands and legs were moving properly, Bomba put his right arm on his chest and bowed his head.

“Do you know what this is?”

Crank held out the sentence drawn on the notebook to Bomba. He looked at it quietly, but Bomba shook his head.

“It’s a sentence drawn in your head. Don’t look for it when you go back. It might be a clue to your past…”

Bomba shook his head. Borrowing Crank’s notebook, Bomba wrote it in pretty letters and held it out.

I’m fine with my life now.

Crank nodded. After rummaging through his luggage, he held out a new notebook and pen he had brought with him.

“This is a gift. From now on, the long and short conversations written there will become your life’s diary.”

Bomba accepted it with both hands and bowed her head in gratitude. And I wrote the first sentence and showed it.

thank you thank you Meister Crank.

“okay.”

After the letter class of teacher Carrot the Tiger, the students fainted.

“So what are the results?”

“Well, I vaguely memorized about 26 phonetic symbols. If you memorize it for a week or so, it will get stuck in your head. From then on, you can increase it by talking to Bomba in writing.”

Then Carrot turned around and shouted.

“Okay! Letters are repetitive learning! If you don’t want to be scammed because you don’t know the letters of the contract, learn the letters! If you learn all of these, the next step is the four arithmetic operations! And next is basic common sense!”

Carrot, who felt a strange pleasure in the act of teaching humans, was exhausted and giggled in front of the students who had collapsed.

Crank, who got up at noon with the sun rising and stretched out and looked around, asked a girl walking with a basket.

“Where is the village chief?”

“He went out to the field at the entrance of the village.”

“thank you.”

Crank walked to the field in front of the village and met the village chief who was digging potatoes with the villagers.

“uh! Did the crank wake up?”

“yes.”

Saying that, Crank picked up a potato rolling on the floor and looked at it. As he threw it into the sack, he saw Bomba following him.

“I don’t know much about farming, but I do know that it doesn’t work well if you grow crops in one place for a long time without fertilizing properly.”

Bomba looked at the crank quietly. Madness flashed in Crank’s eyes.

“Bomba, what do you do with the corpse if you take care of the monster that entered the village?”

snooze

Bomba, who had written in the notebook given to him by Crank, held it out.

dump it in the woods.

“That’s a bit of a waste.”

Crank called the village chief and villagers together and said something. People were horrified to hear that, but Crank seemed aloof and aloof.

“Mix a monster’s corpse with dirt?!”

“Can’t you?”

“Crank man. You don’t know how it might grow in the first place, and who the hell eats such a horrible thing?”

“I will eat.”

“what?”

People opened their mouths. Crank pointed to the sack and said.

“I signed a contract with you with 8 million liz worth of potatoes. However, this potato is too ugly. I want to eat large, nutritious potatoes. The kind of potato that goes well with the potato stew we ate the day before yesterday. Grow the potatoes you need to give me. You use monster corpses for manure.”

It was difficult for them to turn a blind eye to Meister’s proposal, which almost completely repaired the automaton that saved the village from the brink of destruction due to constant monster raids just a year ago.

“Okay. don’t do that.”

Crank turned to Bomba.

“Tell people where you disposed of the monsters.”

Bomba nodded without having to write a word. Crank, who finished his burial, pointed to sacks of potatoes rolling around in the field.

“Are you moving this to the village now?”

“Oh, yes.”

Without saying a word, Crank piled up the potato sacks and headed for town. The people who were watching it from behind said one word at a time.

“and! Because of her large body, her strength is very good. He is carrying five sacks.”

“Why are you wearing that helmet?”

“There is something wrong, but what a troublesome proposal. I’ve never done anything like that while farming.”

“How are you? You can do as you ask. It’s not even for us to eat.”

“Still, I am the benefactor of the village…”

“Do you know? Will the potatoes grow enormously?”

“In dirt mixed with monster corpses? no way?”

People coming and going from the village were all impressed to see Crank walking up the road carrying sacks of potatoes.

“Some of the local women are targeting the master.”

“Everyone will think differently when I take off my helmet.”