Chapter 6 - 6: I should have practiced with the new tools
"Finally, I have a good machete, although it would be better if it were made of steel. But well, you have to adapt to the circumstances," the boy said as he started to stroke the back of the machete. It was undoubtedly the best-shaped and most polished tool, making it look beautiful and shiny, besides being deadly sharp. "I really missed having one of these..."
As he spoke those words, the boy gazed at the machete with nostalgia, almost lost in the past. After all, it was a tool filled with memories and emotions, not to mention it was probably the tool he had used the most in his first life.
The old man who took him in during his first life lived on a farm where he grew various crops depending on the season or his interests, including some types of flowers and even raising animals. The first tool he taught the boy to use was the machete; after all, it is the ultimate weapon in the field. It serves for weeding, cutting branches, making fences, herding animals—it's useful for everything.
"Although it's strange to hold a machete without the scars on my hands from when I was little, hahaha. I remember the old man took me out to weed the field because 'I couldn't spend my whole life sewing with Grandma like a sissy', and I almost cut off two fingers with the machete, hahaha. It was really funny seeing the old man running around the farm yelling apologies while Grandma chased him with a stick..."
After getting lost in his memories with a nostalgic smile, the boy shook his head and ran to his bamboo hut, where he pulled out a pair of rabbit skins he had saved especially to make sheaths for his machetes. He measured them, cut, scraped the leather, and then carefully sewed them using the bone needle he had prepared some time ago.
With the sheaths finished, the boy used the remaining leather to make a belt, where he placed the machete sheaths. After inspecting it and feeling satisfied, he took off his pants to make belt loops using leftover pieces of leather.
Once everything was completed, he put his pants back on and adjusted them with the belt, placing the machete sheaths on the left side of his waist. The sheaths looked well-made, with neat and perfectly straight stitches, and several decorative marks made with chisels. The sheaths also had two horizontal straps on each one, which, apart from being decorative, were quite useful as they could be used to tie smaller tools to them.
"Wow, my dear old lady really taught me well how to make clothes and work leather. I really look great..."
After leaving the hut, the boy commented cheerfully as he admired his new look. But the more he looked at the design of the two machete sheaths on his belt, the more melancholy filled his heart, bringing a flood of memories. He could only look up at the sky with sadness.