Apocalypse Regression's

Making Bows and Arrows

The night after the party.

Ark walked towards Old Franky with a small porcelain bottle filled with wine. The young man walked quietly and sat down next to the old man.

"What do you need from me, Ark?"

"Don't your mind get too rough, Old Franky? Why are you talking as if my arrival must have something it wants?"

Ark spoke flat. Old Franky glanced at the young man then gave a cold snort.

"If you don't bring anything, maybe I'll believe it. But when you bring wine, who does not know your intentions. The last time you took him, you wanted me to help you make the train."

"You're smart, Old Franky. This time I want you to help me make 30 bows."

"At least you should deny it, Woy! Sigh .. The longer I know how unlucky you are."

Hearing the old man's complaint, Ark let out a smile. He then said.

"On this journey, I met a crow troupe. Although it does not have a fatal impact and is not so dangerous for us, but it's good we prepare to fight air strikes in the next wave."

Hearing Ark's words, Old Franky's expression became even more solemn. Feeling the comfortable life some time does not make the old man forget. Not to mention there were ferocious wild beasts like Debby and the puppies around her.

"Traditional bowls, huh?" old Franky murmur.

While the old man was thinking, Ark could only sigh. As a loner in his previous life, he had completely forgotten how important the bow was in the siege of monsters.

Ark himself forgot, in the early days, let alone fly, stepping on the air several times was difficult for him to do. If he and his comrades were to face an enemy that attacked through the air, it would be a fatal point. It's hard to handle.

As a loner and an esper with strong telekinesis talent, Ark was able to fly. He often fought in the air with his abilities. Attacking enemies from close and far distances using his sword. But that was in his previous life. At this time ...

It can't fly. Should protect the house. Must protect food and water supplies. Should protect his colleagues.

Just thinking about that made Ark feel tired.

If it was him in his previous life, Ark would have already flown and massacred his opponents. Not only was it effective, but compared to using a bow, fighting directly also looked cool. Looks amazing.

Obviously, living alone is more convenient than having to take care of others.but he knows, there is no point in just doing it yourself. That was why he still forced himself despite knowing that things would not go so easily.

"Tell me, Old Man. Do you want to help or not?"

Hearing Ark's question, Old Franky again snorted.

"There's no way I'm resisting, is there? You already know that doing these kinds of things in the shelter is my job."

Old Franky's reply made Ark smile. He patted the old man on the shoulder before getting up and said.

"Then I'll hand it over to you, Old Franky."

Seeing the Ark leaving, Old Franky was stunned. After a while, he realized that something was wrong.

"At least leave that wine!"

"I don't think you want to. After all, you are old, so it is not good to drink. I'll keep it."

Ark who walked far away replied without looking back. Waving his hands no matter how bad the expression on Old Franky's face was at the moment.

***

The next day afternoon.

In one of the workshop rooms, Ark arrived while carrying one large scroll of Devil's Vines that was still fresh. However, he had removed the thorns attached to the plant's body.

"What do you want with that thing, Ark?"

"Aren't you confused looking for something to make a bowstring?"

"Isn't that too big?"

"Of course it's raw material. I'll take care of the rope, so the bow body part I leave it to you. Remember ... 31 bows."

"Don't you say 30? Besides, why did you get such an easy task?!"

"Don't get too emotional, Old Franky. You should be grateful that I'm helping."

Ark's answer made the corner of Old Franky's lips twitch. He scratched his head with an annoyed expression.

"As for help, can't you ask new people to help?"

"No way."

"Why?"

"They have their own duties and are busy training for the actual battle. Besides, being too amateurish, I don't want them to mess up. If it ended up being a bad bow and was broken when used when a wave of monsters occurred, it would be too bad.

All plans will be messed up, it's hard to set things ahead."

"Stop talking about it because I can't take it anymore. Just take care of the rope, if you can help me make arrows later."

"Good."

After saying that, Ark went to another room to work on the rope. Yet a helpless expression appeared on his face when he saw Finn following him.

"You better go play with your brothers and sisters, Finn."

Disregarding Ark's words, Finn continued to follow the young man while wagging his tail. Seems pretty happy.

In the study, Ark looked for a seat. He then began to cut the Devil's VInes to a length slightly more than the length of the bowstring in general. He did so in case that the processed fibers would shrivel and become shorter than the desired size.

After that, Ark began peeling off the green outer skin. After some time, he finished peeling and left only the interior of the Devil's Vines which was purplish white.

Still stiff and fused, Ark picked up something blunt and began pounding slowly. After pounding, raw fibers are finally obtained. After pounding everything and collecting it, the young man then put it into a large container. He then boiled it.

After boiling until the water boils, the meat and sap of the plant have been removed, leaving the fibers fairly smooth. It looks thin, but it is actually strong. The main process was finally completed.

For the finishing process, Ark needs to dry the plant fibers. After it dries, he should boil and dry it again. The process is repeated three times. After getting the main material, the rest is weaving into a bow.

Since the sunlight was so scorching on this moon, the young man was confident that the boiling and sowing process could definitely be completed in three days. As for the process of making ropes, it seemed that he could make around ten per day. Of course, just use the free time.

The finished ark drained the plant's fibers waited for a while until it was a bit cold. After that, he took her away for drying.

Passing through Old Franky's study, Ark saw that the man had gathered a lot of wood. It seems to be measuring and sketching rough. Remembering something, the young man said.

"Finished making a bow, help me make a saddle for Finn, Old Franky!"

Hearing Ark's voice from outside the room, the corner of the old man's lips twitched. Then he screamed.

"DAD!!!"

Making 31 bows manually already takes a lot of time. Even in his estimation, it took about a month and a half. So when hearing another request which is the next job ...

The old man was really angry!

The work for a month and a half has not yet begun, but there is already another job waiting. That's really outrageous!

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