While doing this, his chubby little fingers were pricked by the splinters on the wood countless times. Jingguang glanced at his brother who was concentrating on finding dry wood and hay, and said nothing.
Wrap a dry wooden stick around the bow and spin it quickly around a small piece of dry hardwood.
Time passes by bit by bit,
Jing Guang's hands gradually accelerated, and the rough bark rubbed his palms, turning them redder and redder, accompanied by a slight but strong stinging pain.
Gradually, he found out some rules.
What angle and strength can avoid wounds and increase speed and efficiency?
He became more and more careful, not noticing the darkening sky.
Gradually, some black powder will be drilled out. If you are lucky enough, the black powder will eventually smoke and produce sparks, which can ignite the fire starter.
Unfortunately, Jingguang's strength was too weak and he failed every time he tried.
Atobe Keigo, who had been watching silently from the side, squatted on the ground with his knees hugged, quietly clenched his chubby little hands, and secretly cheered for his brother in his heart.
"This won't work, um...right, you can try this!"
Jingguang thought about it for a while, then picked up a heavy stone from the river and pressed the stone on top of the wooden stick.
Atobe Keigo also joined in to help hold down the stone, while Kagemitsu continued to wind and draw the bow with greater concentration.
It was visible to the naked eye that the speed of the wooden stick finally increased significantly and continued to rotate, saving a lot of effort.
When there were some sparks from the wood wool, the wind ignited the hay and bark that Jingguang had placed around.
The sun has completely set.
On the other side, the convex lens in the glass bottle made by Jingguang successfully burned the hay into a black focus. Some smoke floated out, but it still wouldn't burn.
The water in the bottle was only warm.
Atobe Kagemitsu felt somewhat relieved: indeed, the sun's temperature was not high enough now.
Fortunately, I made another preparation.
The two people who successfully lit a fire huddled together back to back, hiding beside the fire to keep warm and to comfort each other.
At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
The river was quiet, except for the howling of the terrible beasts and the whistling of the wind from the depths of the forest.
The only sound left was the gurgling sound of water flowing in the river, the occasional sound of fish jumping out of the water, and the crackling sound of burning firewood.
The two children stood back to back, looking up at the starry sky.
Atobe Kagemitsu listened to his brother's proud and confident whispers about the stars, constellations, and so on.
Even in this case,
It was the first time he camped out in the wild, where dangers abounded, and he also felt at peace.
Perhaps it was the inexplicable connection between twins, Keigo Atobe also felt relieved.
No matter what, as long as my brother is by my side, I seem to be full of courage and hope.
Atobe Keigo hugged his ankles with his hands and introduced the constellations he knew with a smug look on his face.
Suddenly paused,
It was quiet for a while.
Just when Jingguang felt strange, he heard his brother's lost voice.
"I'm sorry, Guangguang. I'm a very incompetent and incompetent brother."
He was so depressed that he didn't even mention the self-proclaimed title that he always mentioned.
Jingguang was the one who did everything today, including finding directions, ways out, food, etc. Apart from following his brother and being protected by him, he couldn't help in anything.
Atobe Keimitsu's eyes flickered behind him, and he was stunned for a moment, then he quickly stood up and turned around, sat down next to Keigo, hugged his brother's arms tightly with both arms, and said slowly in a firm tone that could not be refused: