Chapter 8 - A bad craftsman blames his tools, which is troublesome for the good craftsman with legitimately bad tools - Binary Soul> Kira Po. V < ! Here, this is from me and Nano!? I followed what you said almost exactly.! This is Nano and Ellie. Moving it around I see the sun reflecting off the shiny surface. Looking at it closely, I can see a very fine checkered pattern, almost like a woven basket. Yet the surface is completely smooth! Buy A bad craftsman always blames his tools Canvas print 12x16 at Amazon UK. Free delivery on eligible orders. How good is the Craftsman Professional line of hand tools, I see for sale, in Sears stores. Are they the same tools as the standard line with a shiny finish or are. Craftsman Piston Ring Compressor Perfect Piston Installation. The piston ring compressor is a real value with real quality and an unbeatable warranty for life to back. A bad craftsman always blames his tools Tote Bag: Amazon.co.uk: Shoes & Bags. Amazon.co.uk Try Prime Shoes & Bags. Amazon.fr: Petits prix et livraison gratuite d. Commandez A bad craftsman always blames his tools Pillow. The bad craftsman blames his tools, so the good craftsman with actually bad tools is in a rough spot > Kira PoV < About an hour later, Ellie came back. Tools Quotes from BrainyQuote, an extensive collection of quotations by famous authors, celebrities, and newsmakers. I give the staff a few swings.! Are you sure this is wood?! Oh, let me guess - no words for it? Then, let me start off with something small. ![]() Bad Craftsman Blaming Tools For WellnessIt impacts against the wall with a small hissing noise!! Usually you feel a bit of resistance when putting mana into a staff, but this time it flowed into it like throwing water on dry sand!! Alright, time to show off a bit! As expected, it flowed out easily! No, wait, the metal is completely fine.. It survived much worse on the way down yesterday! That should be good enough. I grip the staff a bit tighter and lick my lips! This quantity is good! There are no problems altering a spell in progress either! As expected, Wind magic isn. The pillar of ice is starting to tip over as expected. The pillar of ice crashes magnificently into it with a loud noise.! The chasm closes itself around the ice, crushing and crunching it until all that. I triumphantly return my staff to its upright position and strike a small pose. I could get used to this.? Her reaction is like a little kid! One of the instructors let me try out his staff once as a special reward! It was almost fun to use magic with it! Unfortunately I got a little too into it and the staff head cracked. The teacher was furious with me, but I was only twelve so I got off with just a scolding. Come to think of it, I? About half of those were during my adventuring days. The magic shop owner refused to give me any discounts on staves though! Even though I was his best customer! I can make an identical one if you want. It perfectly covers the entire tower. Grand tier spells are perfect for this since you can pour as much mana into them as you want! Even though it may break, I should get a feel for how much it can take! And then release the mana before it bursts the staff! Just how tough is this thing?! The transparent barrier has grown large enough to encompass the entire wall. Can this thing really exist? Ellie, begin Operation There- There! It's okay Kira, Ellie's h- . I want to hug Nano too! Ah, but Nano isn't a person. So much so that when the Magic Academy in the capital caught wind of it and tested her, they accepted her with a special tuition. Excited at this prospect, she went to live and study in the capital at the age of 1. She was diligent and studious, a natural talent. That was what they called her initially. The other students - sons and daughters of noble households - could not bear to watch this filthy commoner oustage them. And then, a problem revealed itself when it came to putting their studies into practice. Kiressara had too much mana. For most mages, it was a simple matter to use precise amounts of mana for their spells. Like pouring water out of a bottle into a small glass, it was no trouble at all. But for Kiressara, the bottle was replaced with a whole tub, while the glass was still as tiny as ever. Her output was so high, no staff could contain it. The very first time she tried to chant a basic spell, the wooden staff split open at the head - the focal point where the mana concentrates. The old, cheap and worn out staves the Academy had her practice with regularly burst open. Kiressara became gloomy - she didn. She assumed the problem was with her. That she was somehow at fault. The teachers knew the true reason, but they could do nothing about it, but urge her to focus on control. If it was just that, things might have been better. But nobles and their kin are ugly creatures. Sensing weakness, they began teasing and bullying Kiressara incessantly.! We should put them in her place! The teachers could do nothing to stop it. Because nobles were ugly creatures that failed to look at themselves objectively, therefore these troublemakers had the unconditional support of their powerful parents. At first, it was just some light teasing. Kiressara brushed it off and focused on her studies. Then things got violent. The boys would hit her regularly and she would instinctively fight back. She never won, though. She was left beaten and bruised on a regular basis. The kind old nun that served as a nurse healed her with magic no matter how many times was needed. It was painful, but Kiressara understood it would pass. Such abuse merely drove her to keep studying more fervently. Then came the real problem - the girls. At least with boys, the bullying was to her face and was easily healed. With the girls it was much more sinister. They shunned her, hid her clothes, messed with her food and made sure she would have the crappiest, most useless twig of a staff for every practical lesson. That is what really hurt. For nearly three years Kiressara had shut herself from the outside. The friends she had made in the first and second year were bullied just like her. Even those that refused to bully her on principle got mistreated! It was like the gaggle of noble offspring decided she was an eyesore that exists only to be despised! So Kiressara studied as a means to escape. She endured, determined to show those people that she was not someone they could push around! But such a day never came. Even after graduation, the forced reputation they had forced on her seemed to follow her like a dark cloud. Even after becoming an adventurer and moving back to Runetap, those five years in the Magic Academy had taken their toll. The cheerful little girl was gone, all that was left was a bitter, high- strung and short- fused wreck. She would show them! Those idiots who had everything given to them! Kiressara would attain status and power with her own hands! First she would become Rank A, then she would use the special privileges that came with it to climb higher and higher! After two years, this misguided resentment had warped into something else entirely - a deep distrust of every single person she ever met. She was either hostile or indifferent to everyone around her. This often put her at odds with others, which meant the City Guard got involved. Which in turn meant fines and guaranteed her miserly lifestyle would continue. Deep down, Kiressara yearned for companionship, yet she blindly rejected everyone without question. She tormented herself without realizing it. That is, until she met Ellie. The impact of that meeting was so strong that it broke her out of the daze she was in for nearly six years. This strange blue- haired girl had undoubtedly gone through a much harsher childhood, but she found joy in the smallest of things - a plume of flame, a simple spell, a warm meal or a sincere hug. Little by little, Kiressara? It gave Kiressara something she. However, that was not what she was truly grateful for. While it was a magnificent gift, it. The thought that she could rely on them for the things she was not able to do. The thought that, much like her magic, she would finally be able to take control of her life.
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