Isekaid into the Wilderness

Ch15: Fishermen of the Wild

Under the warm afternoon sun, Kazuki found himself consumed by a new purpose – constructing a fish trap that would become his key to sustaining himself through the days ahead. His thoughts flowed freely as he gathered materials, shaping a plan of action in his mind.

"Alright, let's get started," he mused to himself as he crouched near a cluster of thin vines that would serve as his cordage. With steady hands, he began the process of weaving and intertwining, creating a strong yet flexible network that would form the framework of his trap. His fingers deftly manipulated the vines, the repetitive motions becoming almost meditative.

As he worked, Kazuki let his thoughts drift, his voice occasionally breaking the silence. "It's all about the structure. Gotta make sure it's sturdy and reliable. Fish might be small, but they're crafty." He chuckled softly, enjoying the hands-on nature of his project. His actions were a fusion of ancient techniques and modern knowledge, a testament to his ability to adapt and innovate.

Next came the task of gathering the thin, flexible wood that would shape the body of the trap. With each carefully selected piece, he envisioned the cylindrical cone taking form. "I need this to curve just right," he remarked aloud, his voice carrying a mix of concentration and anticipation. He mentally mapped out the dimensions, each piece fitting into place like a puzzle.

With materials in hand, Kazuki began the delicate process of assembly. "Now, the entrance needs to be just the right size. Big enough for the fish to swim in, but not to escape." His fingers worked nimbly, manipulating the wood into a structure that would allow fish to enter but prevent their exit.

He paused, observing his creation. "The barbs inside should do the trick. Fish swim in, but they can't swim out." He grinned, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him. The trap was taking shape, his ingenuity and efforts manifesting in this tangible form.

Hours passed as he continued weaving, bending, and shaping. "It's like crafting a story," he mused, drawing parallels between his creative endeavors and the trap before him. "You start with an idea, a concept. Then, bit by bit, you weave together the pieces to create something meaningful."

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees, Kazuki surveyed his handiwork. The fish trap stood before him, a testament to his determination and resourcefulness. "Not bad for a day's work," he said with a contented smile, admiring the cylindrical cone with its entrance adorned with barbs.

He gathered his tools and remaining materials, storing them carefully. "Tomorrow, I'll see if this trap lives up to its promise," he declared, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. With the trap completed, he felt a renewed sense of purpose, a belief that he was actively shaping his fate in this unfamiliar world.

As he retreated to his shelter for the night, Kazuki felt a deep sense of accomplishment. The trap represented more than a practical solution – it symbolized his ability to adapt, learn, and thrive in the face of challenges. As he settled in for the night, his thoughts were filled with the promise of what tomorrow would bring – a chance to cast his creation into the river and see if he could secure the sustenance he so eagerly sought.

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As the first light of dawn filtered through the trees, Kazuki rose from his sleeping bag, his thoughts immediately turning to the fish trap he had crafted the previous day. "Time to put it to the test," he muttered, a mixture of excitement and curiosity in his voice. Leaving his shelter behind, he made his way to where he had left the trap.

Upon reaching it, he gave it a critical once-over, noting the gaps and openings that needed further attention. "A bit more weaving should do the trick," he remarked aloud, his fingers itching to get to work. With a sense of purpose, he began the task of carefully closing up the gaps, ensuring that no fish would be able to escape once they swam inside.