Because I’m a Weapons Shop Uncle Volume 1 Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: The Uncle and the Nightmare

During the day I had many thoughts, so I ended up having a dream.

Yesterday, I dreamed that I had finally become a bystander!

When the Hero was visiting my shop for weapons, a monster suddenly attacked. I was killed, but the Hero was able to save everybody else. It really was a good dream!

Incidentally, the monster in the dream was a silver donkey, although I’m not sure why.

If the dream had ended at this point, I probably would have been moved to tears. However, it did not end there.

I dreamed that without my help, little Elan had no means of survival. Wandering throughout the whole village and praying. Finally, with not enough to eat or wear, she could only go into the red light district.

Heavens! This dream was too scary! After I woke up I still had lingering fears.

I looked at Elan’s small figure, which was currently cleaning.

Although when we are alone together, she is happy and well-behaved, but once she got nervous, she would begin to cry and stutter. If one day I’m not there anymore, Elan would definitely have no way to survive. In other words, without Elan I would be a useless person!

In my former world, I remember that there was the Ethiopian Red wolves. They would throw their offspring out into the wild to sharpen them and make them stronger.

I obviously cannot throw Elan out. The reason is very simple. The only surroundings of wolves are snow and prey. However, Elan lives in a place full of her predators, humans.

Hence, I decided, I’m was going to teach Elan the methods of forging.

This way, even if something happens, Elan can inherit my shop. No matter what, she would be able to get by.

How can I be this smart….

After resolving to pass my techniques on to her, my mood immediately improved.

“Elan, as a teacher I intend to pass all my trade secrets on to you today!”


Immediately her eyes lit up.

Her two tiny fists raised up. After a while, she pushed her forefinger under her lower lip.

“But why does big brother suddenly want to teach me?”

“This…well, I cannot always be with you. On the day you must be independent, you will have to take care of yourself. Therefore, you should learn a little now…”

“Does, does big brother not want me anymore? Is Elan very annoying?”

“No, there’s nothing like that. It’s only for in case anyways.”


Although she looked very reluctant, she did finally agree.

After hanging up the closed sign on the door, I took Elan to the casting chamber and lit a candle.

Even during the day, the forging room was very cold.

However, after lighting a fire the room would become extremely warm. One might even start sweating.

“Next, you have to watch carefully. Elan, you have to watch carefully what I’m about to do.”

Elan was a novice, so we should start with the ordinary iron sword.

I warmed the furnace, melted the iron, and pulled the bellow, all in a breath.

Using magic, I drew the molten iron in to the air, and formed and cooled it.


In a moment, patterns and symbols were formed.

Proudly jumping up, I grabbed the sword with one hand.

Perfect? How is it, Elan?

Elan looked at me blankly with an incomprehensible expression on her face.

“Can you do it?”

I asked her.


She said, after she tried on the remaining molten iron.

“How can this be?! Then how do you guys normally make weapons?”

Elan made a hammering motion.

“Generally speaking, first is the production of the mold, then adjusting the raw materials. Next would be melting, casting, then finally trimming.”

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What Elan said made a lot of sense. It seems that in the former world it was also done this way.

But ever since coming to this world, I’ve found there is a very convenient thing, magic. As long as magic in injected into the material, it can be very easily operable. Such as removing impurities, forging, molding, and the like. Can it be it that it is not so?

“That, and big brother, you ‘retention magic,’ what is that?”

Retention magic? So, in other words, when I first came here I had a magic I could use.

“Ten thousand forging.”

Elan’s small hands grabbed the edges of her apron skirt.

“That thing. Such a thing, only big brother can do.”

Is that so!!

Shocked by this bolt from the blue, I was forced onto my knees.

“Finished, it’s finished. Elan will have to go to the red light district.”

“The flower district?” (TL: Something about the way the words used for red light district also contain “flower street”)

Elan looked at me quizzically.


I held my forehead.

“My meaning is, once I’m gone you will have no food.”

Elan laughed.

She was a little taller than my kneeling self, so her open arms went around my neck. She put her weight on me.

“That kind of thing doesn’t matter, as long as big brother stays by my side.”

Well, at this stage there is no good method. I’ll just let Elan practice little by little.

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17 Responses to Because I’m a Weapons Shop Uncle Volume 1 Chapter 8

  1. Anonymous says:

    What is he saying to a little girl?

    Much thanks.

    • Owl says:

      Auntie: “Elan, what are you doing??!!”
      Elan: “Eh? Uncle told me to go sell flowers on Flower Street!”

      Uncle: “Is it me or have people been avoiding the shop since last week?”


  2. Anonymous says:

    So cute. Uncle don’t die

  3. data says:

    Thank you!

    Elan is so cute. Don’t for uncle

  4. ambi says:

    Thanks for the chapter Alyschu!

  5. r1c3cak3s says:

    That was amazing <3
    Thanks for the chapter

  6. Admir says:

    Thanks for another chapter, and so quickly too. But yeah, uncle seems to be lacking common sense to an extent…

  7. libraryrocker says:

    The uncle amuses me beyond belief…. Thanks so much for all your hard work!!!!

  8. asriu says:

    so MC actually The Legendary Blacksmith who could forge Holy weapon to kill Demon Lord huh~
    ty for the chapter

  9. Anonymous says:

    Ah the Ethiopian Red Wolf that throws it’s young out into the .. snow. Wait, what? lol

  10. Varler says:

    I’ve always been wondering about how he got his forging methods. Turns out it was his cheat magic from when he got sent to this world. haha
    Thanks for translating!

  11. Celestial Flame says:

    *Puts on hiking boots and backpack* I’m coming to save you Elan!!!!

  12. truepurple says:

    “Finished, it’s finished. Elan will have to go to the red light district.”

    He finished the weapon and is now sending Elan off to be a prostitute. If I didn’t know better from context, this is how I would I would read this. As it is, I don’t have any idea what is being said here.

    Maybe it’s meant to say something like “Now Elan WON’T have to go to the red light district.” But even then I am not sure it makes sense, since all he did was make a weapon, and not having taught her anything she can use yet.

    • Helping Hand says:

      Ah, you have it backwards, what he means is that the best chance he had of Elan taking care of herself (learning how to smith) is “finished” because the technique he uses is unique to himself and can’t be taught. Since that chance “is finished” his dream will end up being a prophecy and Elan would likely end up in the red-light district if he dies. Does that help you any?

  13. A random passerby says:

    If one day I’m not there anymore, Elan would definitely have no way to survive. In other words, without Elan I would be a useless person!-shouldn’t it be the other way around like without me elan would be a useless person

  14. A random passerby says:

    @truepurple Finished, it’s finished. Elan will have to go to the red light district.
    he meant that since he couldn’t teach her his forging technique she will have to go to the red light district for survival

  15. Lopeirtg says:

    How does a 10 year old know how weapons are forges

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