A kinda cliche reincarnation story

chapter 12

Thirteen years old.

The boy didn't show up again.

It was two half-days worth of practicing later that I got the string strong enough, researching all the way, trying to find anything that could help. I now have a much stronger string than expected, and, out of curiosity, I try to cut it with a knife. Which did not work, much to my pleasure.

Then, a needle. Again, I gathered my mana in one hand, making it harden to a point. The needle was fairly misshapen and twisted, making me sigh.

And so, I did it over and over again, finally getting it somewhat straight after . . . I don't know how many times. But by the time I had it worked out, it was getting dark.

But then. I realized something. There was no freaking hole in the needle.

I sighed and let my head drop to the table in temporary defeat.

The next day I started again, re-making it. Just getting the hole to work took even longer than it did getting it straight. The number of books and dud needles surrounding me was absurd.

I really wasn't in the mood for more of that today. So instead of tediously figuring out how to make the fabric, I decide to make myself some money, gambling in a tavern.

I walk out of the tavern, grinning and throwing the coins I had won and catching them again.

One sil and three bronze.

The sun had set all the way by the time I got back home. I put my precious coins in with the rest of my stash.

With nothing else to do, I decide to work on getting faster and faster at making the needle and thread.