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♪いつかはオノに 　タマシイ宿る？

♪おいらは信じてる 　そりゃホントさマチガイねえ

それと　こんな歌もあるぞ。

♪スコーンといい音　させるやつ 　そいつはモリスン　木こりです！

♪スコーンといい音　消えたなら 　おそらくモリスン　おべんとう！

どっちも　おいらが木を伐るときに よく口ずさんでいる歌だ。

おまえも　好きな歌を口ずさみながら その辺の木を伐れば　気分はすっかり木こりだ。

おいらの説明は以上！ グッドラック！

ああ　わかったわかった。 ちゃんとやるから　説教はかんべんだ。

とにかくまずは　オノを振りやすいように 木こりの服に着替えることだな。

モニカ　木こりの服を探してきてくれ。 古いやつが一着あったはずだ。

そりゃちょっと　ほめすぎだと思うけど まあいいだろう。

えー　木こりは一見地味だが 人々の生活をささえている大切なライフだ。

犬小屋だって家だってお城だって 材木がなきゃ建てられない。

おいらたち　木こりが木を伐らないと 大工も鍛冶屋も　やることがなくなるわけだ。

まあ　習うより慣れろというからな。 とにかく　まずは木を伐ってみることだな。

いや　ちょっと待て。

このあたりの木は減少気味だから むしろ保護してやるべきだと　おいらは思う。

木こりの体験をするのなら パーテル大平原がいいだろう。

スコーンと伐るべき木は　そうだな‥‥

うん　コニファーの木にしよう。 それがいい　それがいい。

モニカ　場所はわかるな？

いいんだ　いいんだ。 コニファーの木を伐ってきてくれ。

パーテル大平原へは 地図の矢印の示す先に進めばいい。

もしも迷ったら おれのところに戻ってこい。

パーテル大平原まで 一瞬で連れてってやろう。

そんなら ちょっくら目をつむってくれい。

そうか。 地図に従えば　迷うことはないだろう。

は　初めてのおまえが コニファーの木を伐り倒しただと！？

うーん　ありえない‥‥。

ありえないはずなのに たしかに　伐ったばかりの原木が３本ある。

うーん　わからない‥‥。

いや　伐れずに終わると思ってた。 それでいいと考えていたんだ。

‥‥本来　木こりは森を守る者だった。 森のために木を切り　成長を助けるんだ。

だけど　近頃では 多くの木こりが森の破壊者になりつつある。

森の声に耳を傾けず 残すべき木さえ切り倒してしまう‥‥。

つまり　木こりが増えるにつれて ますます　森は減っていくことになるんだ。

わかった。 ここはスコーンと　正直に白状しよう。

森のために　新人さんには 木こりをあきらめてほしかった。

木こりに挫折して　他のライフに 目を向けてくれればいいと思ったんだ。

だからこそ　初心者にはむずかしい コニファーの木を　おれは選んだんだよ。

正直　おれはぶったまげたね。

だけど考えてみれば森の女神の祝福がなければ コニファーの木を伐ることはむずかしい。

おまえさんなら　これからも森の声を聞き 伐るべき木を伐ることができるかもしれない。

おれはいま　考えを変えたよ。 これは　よろこぶべきことだったんだなって！

試すようなことをして　わるかった。 どうか　スコーンと許してくれ。

おわびに　おれが長い時間をかけて得た 知識と技術を　おまえさんに授けよう。

いや　授けさせてくれ！

いや　今日はもう時間がない。

おまえさんが　木こりになってもいいと 思ってくれたのなら　また会いに来てくれ。

いっしょに　この新曲を口ずさみながら 木を伐ろうじゃないか。

♪おいらは木こりの　モリスンさ 　ぎゃくから読めば　ンスリモだ

ここでは　木こりを体験できるぞ。 やってみるか？

そんじゃあ さっそく　始めるとしよう。

そうか。 やりたくなったら　いつでもこいよ。

パーテル大平原まで 連れてってやろうか？

よし そんじゃあ　目をつむれ。

そうか。

だったら　地図の矢印を頼りにすればいい。 もしも迷ったら　戻ってこい。

スコーンと一撃で 木を倒せたら気持ちいいだろうな。 よし　決めた。 もしも　一撃で木を倒すことができたなら おれはあの子にスコーンと告白するぞ。

The Fledgling Woodcutter 84

Ach, here goes!

♪ Grab yer axe and get tae choppin'... The forest calls, ye best be hoppin'!

♪ It's logs an' timber all day long... So swing that axe an' sing along!

*cough* Ach, I wasnae warmed up. Let's give her another go...

♪ Yer axe rings out so sweet and true... The birdies stop their song fer you!

♪ When lunchtime comes, we take a break... It's time tae eat a pound o' Steak!

That's just a wee ditty I sing myself tae pass the time.

See, cuttin's a mite easier when ye got some rhythm, aye, mate?

Anyhoo, that'll fix ye fer learnin'. Off ye go.

Ach, lassie! I get it. Ye dinnae need ta lecture nae further.

Tae be honest, ah'm no Master Woodcutter.

♪ The Novice 'Cutter is soft and weak... One couldnae chop through a hankychief!

♪ But when yer arms grow strong as wood... That's when ye earn yer livelihood!

Aye, ye have a point, lassie. Very well, [Name 1]. Let's get tae swingin', shall we?

First, get ahold of yer axe real comfy like.

Aye, that's a dead pure grip. Now ye just need tae learn the swingin' piece.

I'll show ye how it's done. Ye dinnae need tae press any buttons just yet.

An' look a' that. Choppy, choppy, there ye go.

'Twas nuthin'. I am no' truly a teacher. Young [Name 1] here is a wee prodigy.

All righty, young [Name 1]. Ah've got a challenge fer ya.

This here forest is right burstin' with juicy Oak Trees.

An' whit I want ye tae do is cut 'em straight down an' bring me the Oak Logs, ye unnerstan'?

If ye run outta trees tae cut, come an' let me know. I'll run ye on another erran'.

Poor lassie. She's Heyho's daughter, so she's got the Woodcuttin' blood, but she's a mite feeble.

But she insists on helpin' me 'round here with the woodcuttin' chores, so I cannae say no.

I suspect she feels badly 'bout her pa steppin' down.

Ach, enough about that.

It's time ye went oot and started choppin'!

Twas nuthin'. I am no' truly a teacher. Young [Name 1] here is a wee prodigy.

But she insists on helpin' me 'round here whit all me chores, so I cannae say no.

♪ A well-placed swing an' down she goes... T'ree cheers for [Player], woodcuttin' pro!

Crivvens, that was a pure crackin' swing if I've e'er heard one!

An' now ye got a heap o' logs all tae yerself. With the blessin' o' the forest spirits, that is.

Ach, ye know not of what ye speak. The spirits only talk tae friends o' the forest.

Naw, it's just that ye and [Player] are still young'uns. Be patient, lassie.

I'm a friend tae the spirits, an' even I've never laid eyes on the Forest Lady. She's the real forest boss.

Funny, that. The more I learn o' the forest, the more I find I'm still a wee student meself.

I cannae say fer sure how tae summon her.

But enough yakkin'. [Player] here has got heaps o' stuff tae do.

Like make ￩(

No time fer slumber till ye've cashed in some lumber. Ha! Words tae live by.

Now, dinnae worry about hagglin' er nothin'. An' anyway, Monika'll help ye out some.

Off ye go. Get tae sellin'.

Ach, I'd love tae help ye, but I cannae do it.

I'm tellin' ye, ye cannae just walk doon the forest path an' find an Elder Log.

They're rarer than snowflakes in summer, mate. Could take years tae find one.

Aye, that's true. Top-class materials make for top-class furniture, no doubt.

An' ye never will. Logs like that don't exactly...grow on trees. Er...ye get my meanin'.

Look, mate. If I could do it fer ye, I would. I'd run out tae the forest straightaway.

But I am no' the Forest Protector. An' he's the only one who knows how tae find 'em.

Pal, have ye had yer hearin' checked lately?

Monika! [Name 1]! I'm pleased tae see ye both at this particular moment. How'd it go?

Aye, yer not wrong. I'd love tae help him oot, but the man dinnae know what he's askin'.

Math isnae my strong point, lassie, but I reckon that's about right.

Now, if ye could have a wee chat with the Forest Lady, ye might have better luck...

But she's not knoon fer hangin' around these parts. [Name 1] is as likely tae meet her as anyone.

Which is tae say...not very. N'fact, only one fella I know has ever met her. Er...I shouldnae said that...

Aye.

Yer old man was once knoon as the Forest Protector. Course, times have changed a wee bit...

Aye. I dinnae want tae worry ye, but...

Heyho spends most evenings cuttin' down pints o' Barley Juice at the Crown.

An' without him, findin' an Elder Log anytime soon seems a wee stretch, if ye ask me.

But ye should seek him oot just the same. If anyone can find an Elder Log, it's him.

♪ I'll sing tae ye, me friendly trees... Yer branches swayin' in the breeze.

♪ Before I chop ye down tae bits... Ye'll soon be houses, barns, 'n' ships!

Ach, Forrest, yer voice is dead perfect. As usual, I might add. Ye shoulda been a musician!

Oy! Monika! Whit are ye doin' here? Ye look a wee bit suspicious...

Crivvens! I cannae believe it!

Naw! Really? The two of ye found an honest-tae- Lunares Elder Log?

Well, chop me doon an' turn me intae some kindlin'! That's impressive!

An' wee [Name 2] actually found the tree?

An' cut 'er down?

With yer own two hands?

Yer not pullin' Forrest's leg, are ye? I dinnae like havin' me legs pulled...

Aye, lassie, but that's not up tae me. Yer father makes the call.

Before ye answer, take a wee trip tae the Elderwood. That's where ye'll prove yer mettle.

Isnae that right, Forest Protector?

Eh? Ye runnin' outta trees tae cut? [Choice: Yes / No]

Well, let's see what ol' Forrest can do about tha'.

Aye, good tae hear. Dinnae be a stranger if ye find yerself lackin' fer timber, OK?

Go on. Ye know what ye need tae do.

Ye dinnae have yer axe equipped? Ach! Just open up yer Gear menu an' go from there.

Monika's waitin' fer ye in the forest.

The Crown's a savvy bet if yer lookin' fer Heyho. The old man's still good fer a few words o' wisdom.

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Oh, a newbie?

Heyho told ye ter come ter me for axe trainin', did he?

Man's got his reasons, I suppose...

Anyway, don't let Heyho give ye the wrong idea. Woodcutters should be cheerful!

I still don't know yer name, I'm afraid.

[Name 1]? Dat's a fittin' name fer a Woodcutter!

I'm Forrest. Nice to meet ye.

Should we get started? Take out that axe ye got.

Grip it firmly wit' yer right hand and put yer left hand down at the base tae get a balanced grip.

Good, just like dat.

That's the basic posture, but ye wanna work the axe so it's comfortable for ye.

An' then swing away!

Got it? Grand. Now, let's put dat learnin' into some serious practice!

Lotta Oak Trees around here. Fetch me three o' them Oak Logs, would ye?

You should have no trouble at all gettin' those.

If the trees start fightin' ya, just raise yer axe up an' shout to the skies...

"The forest spirits here are gonna give all y'all the axe if ye keep fightin' me!"

...Little timber humor never hurt no one.

Anyways, jokin' aside, let me know if you can find any more trees tae chop down.

I'll sort it out for ye, so I will.

Ah, great! Ye brought the logs!

You might work out just fine. Guess it helps tae havesuch a good teacher, eh?

Them logs are all yours. You got them through your own efforts, after all.

Make yourself some Dosh and sell 'em if you want!

We Woodcutters can help make ends meet by sellin' the timber we obtain from the forest.

As with any other Life, be sure to notify yer Master of yer progress, so you can get a regular evaluation.

Off with ya! Go on and speak with Heyho.

Some top-class logs those be.

Look, mate. If I could do it fer ye, I would. I'd run out tae the forest straight away.

...Glad tae be of help!

But where did ye obtain such a log?

Really? Smashin'. Especially for a Novice!

Ye must be incredibly lucky an' pure skilled as well!

If ye're capable of dat much already, Heyho should upgrade yer license.

What are ye waitin' here fer? Report tae Heyho, chop-chop! Come back when ye're a Fledglin'.

What's tha story? Out of trees tae cut? [Choice: Yes / No]

Leave it tae me. I'll take care of it, so I will.

Grand. Let me know if you cut down any more trees.

We're in a wee pickle 'ere, [Player]. It wouldn't have come tae dis if Heyho were still normal!

What are ye waitin' here fer? Report tae Heyho, chop-chop! Come back when yer a Fledglin'.

The Fledgling Carpenter 21

*sniff sniff* Eh?

Yep, I can smell a Novice Carpenter a mile away. It's the wood shavin's. So yer one o' Woody's?

[Name 2], is it? An' ye wanna be a Carpenter, do ye?

So ye want tae carve out a career as a Carpenter. Good on ye.

Course, Woody isnae the most...how should I say... reliable Master, is he?

No need tae worry. Ye'll find plenty o' capable folks tae help ye.

After all, us Woodcutter types an' Carpenter types have got tae stick together, eh?

I've got tae say, I do envy ye the hours ye get tae spend in the shop, sniffin' that lovely sawdust!

Anyway, yer here lookin' fer some Oak Logs, am I right?

Well, go get 'em yerself. What kinda Woodcutter are ye?

I'm happy tae help. Here ye go.

Ach, I'm jest foolin'. Since ye came all the way here, I'll pony up.

Wait...what are ye playin' at? Ye already have a log, ye wee scoundrel!

Maybe yer jest tryin' tae beef up yer inventory on the sly. I like that. Reminds me o' me. Here ye go.

Now, no need fer thanks. Woodcutters an' Carpenters need tae help each other out.

Course if ye find yerself in need o' more logs, ye can help yerself. The forest's right there, mate.

Oh, an' by the way...

I couldnae actually smell the wood shavin's on ye. A wee birdie told me ye might be comin'.

That's not tae say I don't have ANY special powers. Don't unnerestimate ol' Forrest, eh?

All right, mate. Do yer best and get tae carpentin'!

If ye need more logs, just help yerself, OK? I dinnae have time tae gift wrap 'em fer ye.

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♪ Oh I love tae swing me axe all day... Jest whistlin' and workin' the hours away. ♪ When the tree falls down and makes a sound... Then ye carve it up and ye sell it in town. Ach, did ye hear me singin'? Well, ye cannae judge the tune without hearin' all the verses! *ahem* Now then. ♪ Lemme sing ye a tune so sweet and true... It has 43 verses...lucky you! Ah ha ha! I'm jest joshin' with ye!

Crivvens! Ye gave me a wee scare! I suppose it's true enough... I'm not a brave man. Aye, I look the part, to be sure. But I'm no match fer even a wee caterpillar when it comes down tae it. No, the only thing I'm good fer is choppin' wood. Luckily, I'm fairly crackin' at that.

Yer movin' up the ranks right quick, ￩.

Shhh! Listen up. The forest is whisperin' somethin'. Do ye hear it? Well, of course ye don't! An' neither do I. Only the Forest Protector can hear the secrets of the woods. Sorry. That wasnae polite. Just a wee test o' yer honesty!

Bein' a great Woodcutter isnae all about havin' arms as thick as logs, ye know. Ye need real fancy feet too. That's tae move about the tree an' find the weak spot, aye? Jest look at these beauts! Ye woudnae think it, but I'm as nimble as a wee dancer on these tootsies.

Ye'll know when ye've found the Sweet Spot on a tree easy enough. It'll make a special sound. Would ye like tae hear a song about it? Really sear it intae the old brain? OK, well, if ye change yer mind, I'll be here.

Look at yerself. It wasnae long ago ye could barely swing an axe! An' now yer a full-on Apprentice, choppin' timber left an' right. That's well done. Now, have ye heard about the different types o' sacred trees yet? Ye got four basic types. The important one fer now is the Sacred Earth Tree. Ye'll find one not far from Castele...

If ye find yerself a Sacred Earth Tree, the first thing ye'll notice is it's tough as nails! Ye may need tae use some o' yer Special Skills...the ones Heyho taught ye.

Ach, yer an Adept already? Ye'll be the top chop around here before long. So did Heyho teach ye a new technique? The Axe-Copter, is it? Aye, that's a wicked move. Charge up yer Special Skill...and WHAMMO! The tree is butter, and yer axe is the hot knife, if ye can visualize a wee metaphor.

Have ye tested yer devastatin' Axe-Copter move on a real live tree yet, ￩.

What's that? Ye made Expert already? Crivvens, that's quick! Well, ye earned it. I've seen the way ye handle an axe. It's truly impressive. Now which tune should I sing tae celebrate? "Ode to Me Axe" or "Wood Ye Be Mine?" I assume all that rollin' of yer eyes means ye want tae hear both of 'em, yeah?

Right! I'm gonnae sing the Forest Lady song, an' there's nothin' ye can do tae stop me. Ahem. ♪ Oh, Forest Lady, can't you see... Yer blessin' means the world to me! ♪ And if ye think me axe is worthy... I'd love tae fell a tree or 30! Course if ye want tae meet the Forest Lady herself, ye might find her in Elderwood Village...

Yer a Master? Well, hello, ￩*

He told me not tae say anythin', but I cannae help meself. Heyho's a real big fan o' yers, ye know? Aye, the man cannae stop singin' yer praises. Well, not literally singin'. That's kinda my thing. Anyhoo, he's real proud and confident that ye won't make the same mistakes he did as a lad. Ye want me tae repeat all o' that in his voice, all dour an' depressin'?

Cheers, Hero! Ach, I suppose I best be greetin' ye a wee bit more formal now, given yer rank an' all. But...me an' you are mates, right? So maybe we can ferget all that formal nonsense an' jest be pals. So, great pal o' mine...can ye hear the voice o' the forest yet?

It's said that if yer able to TOTALLY master the woodcuttin' Life, ye can hear the forest speak. I cannae say fer sure whether it's true, seein' as I am nae close tae doin' it.

Congratulations, Legend. Yer makin' it look too easy. Even Heyho's impressed. To be serious fer a wee second, I think yer success is good fer the man. He's lightened up plenty. It's all thanks tae yer success. Yer an inspiration!

Well...this is a wee bit awkward, you bein' a Legend an' all. I mean...can we still be mates? Can a lowly goof like meself still hang with a livin' Legend? Aw, I shouldae known ye'd be gracious. Yer the best, [Player]!

How ye doin', [Player]? I've got a wee question fer ye. I heard a rumor yer goin' fer an even higher rank than Legend. Somethin' called Creator? Well, good on ye. I dinnae know anythin' about the Creator rank, but I know yer a hard worker. Here. Take this. Maybe it'll help ye out some.

I've been thinkin'...ye should have a theme song tae motivate ye! Since yer goin' fer a super-high rank an' all. No need tae cry with happiness! It's my pleasure.

Congratulations! Ye made Creator. That's a crackin' achievement! Now, I know the new level comes with new strength an' respect an' all that, but here's the real prize... I wrote ye a new song tae commemorate the occasion. Put yer listenin' ears on...

♪ Ye once could barely swing yer axe... But now yer cuttin' tae the max! ♪ The wood chips flyin' as ye work... Yer reputation's gone berserk! ♪ Fellin' trees from here and there... Ye've helped out people everywhere. ♪ Three cheers! Salut! Huzzah! Bravo! Cuz yer the best our Life has known!