My Quiet Blacksmith Life in Another World: Volume 9 [Parts 1 to 8] by Tamamaru

Author:Tamamaru
Language: eng
Format: epub

Perhaps due to magic, the hot spring water that we’d lugged back was still warm, despite the amount of time that had passed. We each went to our own rooms with our share of the water. Rike and Helen said that it was a bit of a luxury to wash in their own private spaces, but as a person from Earth, I couldn’t overlook young ladies stripping in the living room. I wanted them to be able to retain their modesty.

Lidy’d had her own room growing up, but she’d lived with her older brother, and Samya had lived by traveling through the forest. Neither of them seemed to care much and didn’t mind either way. However, Team Noblewomen, which included Diana and Anne, had grown up with their own rooms—they didn’t find anything odd about having privacy.

And so, the fact that I’d insisted on washing privately only cemented the fact that I was of noble origin.

“My own room?” Karen replied to my question during dinner. “Yes, I had one.”

I asked about what her house was like, and from her explanation, I thought it probably resembled a typical samurai household that I’d envisioned. It probably has fusuma and shoji.

“Huh?! Your house was partitioned by paper?!” Diana cried in absolute bewilderment.

Fusuma was a solid partition made of paper, and shoji was a wooden latticework divider with paper that was thinner and allowed light to pass through. Both of these apparently existed in this world. Our forge was made of stone masonry to be sturdy against the heat, but the cabin was mostly made of wood.

I gave a strained smile. “Those types of partitions are made from wooden frames and covered with paper, so it’s not like there’s only a thin sheet dividing the rooms.”

If I’d had a smartphone with me, I could’ve easily shown them a picture to clear up the misunderstanding, but without one, I could see how imaginations could run wild. I felt like this was kind of how Marco Polo had started out.

“There are some that are made only of wood,” Karen said. “My room had a divider like that.”

It sounded like she had a sliding fusuma comprised solely of wood—one that didn’t have paper glued on top. I remembered seeing one back on Earth made of hinoki cypress and decorated with Japanese painting. It had looked quite nice, though it hadn’t been made for Earth’s contemporary society, and it’d definitely been more traditional.

“We might not have tatami or bamboo mats here, but if it’s uncomfortable, just let me know,” I said. “I’ll just ask Camilo to get us some. I think we could easily build a fusuma too.”

It was a bit of a throwback for me. I probably couldn’t change all the walls of the cabin to fusuma, but I could certainly do so for the door, and any old stick could be propped up to lock it shut. Or I could even insert one under the fusuma, which was also a bit nostalgic for me.

“No, I’ll be fine,” Karen replied.

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