With it in place, Junichiro went around the shed shutting down his equipment, where necessary, and putting tools in their places. He was done for the night and tomorrow was Saturday. He was expected at the open air market to deliver some custom orders and sell his usual wares. Once he sold everything he had, he'd have another million yen to save. One of the items he was delivering today was a katana made in the old fashioned manner. Or at least, that's what the requester wanted. Frankly, he didn't have months to dedicate to making a single blade like a true master. So naturally, he cheated.
The katana had all the look, feel, and pristine precision of an old school handmade katana. It just didn't take as much time for him to go through the stages of production. He was actually rather proud of his work on the blade, it looked like it could be a museum or art piece. Not to mention it was deadly as hell. With all the methods of infusing mana into the process of making the blade, its edge was extremely hard, razor sharp, and would take a fair bit of effort to damage. Meanwhile the spine was still highly flexible making the overall blade stronger than one would expect. If he'd added runes to it or enchanted it, it would be an even more deadly weapon with a fair bit of power. Sadly, it was still ninety percent mundane.
With everything shut down for the night, he made his way to a second shed that was acting as his current home. It was so much nicer than the junk car had been. He'd also taken the time to add some insulation to the walls as well as a few solar panels outside to charge a literal wall of car batteries. All the batteries had been repaired, where necessary, with Scrolls of Repair and attached to a converter. This gave him a decent amount of power to run small appliances, like the small space heater he used to keep the place warm. Winter was just beginning and it was definitely getting significantly colder. He had plans to use magic to make life more comfortable, but that could wait for now. Sleep was much more important.
The following morning Junichiro drove out of the junkyard on his restored Vespa, yes a legitimate Italian-made Vespa scooter. He'd found it in the junkyard and used a bunch of magic repair scrolls to fix it back to nearly new condition. Rolling behind it was a small covered trailer that he'd also restored. He used it to tow all of his stuff either out to sell or home to use. Carrying big boxes, while a nice workout, had gotten old really quickly.
He also had no worries about getting in trouble for the many laws he was breaking by driving it. Thanks to his notice-my-age-not bracelet. Both it and his notice-me-not bracelets had been replaced with better versions that had higher efficacy in their designed purposes. He'd wear the notice-me-not as well, but that way led to crashes and pain. Still, just the one bracelet was more than enough. Any mundanes or weak supernatural people who looked at him would dismiss his age as irrelevant. So, as long as he obeyed the rules of the road the police never looked at him twice.
He arrived at the area the open air market was hosted before nine in the morning and began to set up his small stall. His old broken down crate had been replaced with a nice folding table. His stock stayed within his trailer nearby while his usual display set and test produce sat on the table. He'd never once stopped making the kitchen knives and had, in fact, broadened the number of styles he sold from eight to fifteen different styles. He also started using a variety of woods for the handles. As the wood was the only cost in their construction, each knife was nearly pure profit.
Out of the ten thousand he charged for a single knife, the wood cost less than five hundred yen to procure for each one. Each knife took around two hours to make, less for the smaller ones. He was, essentially, making five thousand yen an hour for the knives. Minimum wage was less than one thousand yen an hour so he was doing pretty good for himself. Add in the much more expensive custom orders and he was a very happy camper.
With everything ready, Junichiro sat in his comfortable seat, enhanced with comfort runes, and relaxed. The chilly air was making the market slightly less popular but only several feet of snow would stop people from coming out looking for bargains! It did slow his own sales somewhat though. His items were considered rather pricey for this type of environment. No one came to a market and expected to spend tens of thousands of yen. Despite that, he was moving his product rather well. He'd also passed off several of his custom orders and collected the payments.
It was around three in the after noon and Junichiro was reading a manga volume for Drag-So-Ball and chuckling to himself. He honestly wondered if the series was Drag-So-Ball and not Dragonball because he expected it, or if that's just how it was. Either way, Dragonball was superior in his opinion and he'd fight anyone that didn't agree! Not that anyone in the world would have a clue what Dragonball was. It was as he neared the end of the volume that he noticed someone arrive in front of his stand and begin examining his knives.