By using a grinding stone again, he attempted to smoothen the wood into a straight form, making it possible to shape the wood as desired. Although he was making a stool, it felt like he was carving, performing each small gesture with great caution.
At this point, he had no confidence because his craftsmanship was extremely poor.
His tools were terribly ineffective.
The junction of the two pieces of wood required slightly finer treatment, and he found it indescribably challenging.
Now he was treating it as if he were sculpting, believing that the slower he worked, the better, hoping his skills would improve quickly, and he could find a suitable method sooner.
He hoped for a bladed chisel so that the cuts would be smooth rather than rough and splintered, clean like a knife's cut, and not messy like something drilled by a nail.
Indeed, some stones could achieve this.
If he could have files or sandpaper, that would work too, but unfortunately, he did not.
