“It’s too big, we won’t be able to cut it down.”

“And this one?”

“Same problem.”

 Kamsin then went on to point out many trees… all of which were thicker than 2 meters in diameter.

 With a wry smile, I began to pick up branches that were of a more reasonable size.

 Throughout my journey long journey to the village, I had been training my production magic.
I don’t know if my magic power is high or low but, if I concentrated, I can bend wood, stone, and iron into whatever shape I wanted.
Note: Doesn’t this mean he could turn an opponent’s armor into spikes and impale his enemies using their own armor?)

 However, if I can’t visualize every detail and pour my magic power in properly, any ambiguous portions will become abnormal in shape or become extremely brittle.

 By no means is my magic easy to use.

 However, I recently discovered something.
It’s possible to use my magic to create objects through extreme concentration and visualization of each component part.

 To put such a power to practice, I will turn the gathered lumber into blocks the size of horse-drawn carriages.
Note: The cubes are likely much smaller, for reasons you will see later.)

 When I concentrate my magic power, I feel a warm feeling rise from the area around my stomach.
When the magic power reaches my fingertips, I focus my attention on the branch in my hand and infuse my magic into it.

 Soon, I felt the branch morphing in my hand.

 I tried to make my mental image as clear and detailed as possible.
I was aware of every single fiber of the tree.
I can already twist the plant fibers together and make them stronger, like weaving a string, but… I think I can do better.
This time, I think I’ll try to weave the fibers together even more finely.

 Like that, I began to turn the stockpiled lumber into wood blocks, one after the other.

 Although the blocks are composed of wood, they look almost as though they were made from plastic.
Since they look easy to process, I think it would be a good idea to stockpile as many cubes as possible.

 I’m not sure how much magic power each cube consumes, but the resulting materials were beginning to convince me that production magic may have its uses.

”Van-sama, these blocks are amazing.
They are so sturdy that it is difficult to believe that they were made of wood.”

“I think this is hard enough to make armor, perhaps even a sword if properly sharpened.”

 Till and Kamsin began to happily lift and bang the woodblocks.
They were indeed great materials, though they were likely still extremely flammable.

 Besides, we have other plans for this wood.

“Whoa! What the hell are these?” (T.N. Note Joke: What are those! …I’ll show myself out.)

 After I finished loading the wood blocks into the carriage, I heard such a surprised voice coming from the forest.

 Orto had returned.

“I thought you guys went out to collect wood?”

 Pluriel looks at the plastic-like woodblocks and tilted her head.
The rest of her companions also said things like, “What are these, materials from a demonic beast?” 

I replied as I turned my head around.

“It is a woodblock made from tree fibers.
Do you guys know about nanofibers?”

“No, I haven’t but…”

 Orto replied in a genuinely confused manner, which was understandable.
He picked up a woodblock and played with it a little in his hand.

”Oh… it’s lighter than I thought.
Is it okay to try and cut this one?”

“Be my guest.”

 I was curious, so I allowed it.
Then with a grunt, Orto tossed it into the air and swung his sword.

 An indescribable sound then rang out, something like the sound of the wind cutting and something incredibly hard being scratched.
The momentum of the swing then launched the block into a nearby tree, one of the two-meter ones Kamsin had pointed out earlier.

 Upon impact, the tree cracked as if a huge object had crashed into it.
Conversely, the block simply bounced off and fell onto the ground, without a scratch.

“Incredible, to think it would resist being cut.”

 As the adventurers clapped and expressed their joy, Till and Kamsin followed suit.

“It looks great.
I am satisfied by the block’s hardness.”

 While I was laughing and saying that, Orto turned looked at me with a blue face.

“…I slashed the block as if I were trying to cleave a stone.”

 I tilted my head when Orto said that.

“Then? Which is harder, a rock or the block?”

 Till and Kamsin tilted their heads in confustion.

“The block is harder, but how can that be? I mean, how could wood survive a strike which would bisect a rock? I just…”

 I took a look at the shaken Orto and laughed.

“Well, we got a good material.
Isn’t that good?”

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