If you want to be your own boss, there are just too many things to worry about—if it's not lacking this, then it's missing that.
Harano had paced around his desk at least a hundred times. If only he'd set up a small stone mill here earlier, he could've ground out half a bucket of soy milk by now. But after all this grinding, he still couldn't recall any rich iron mines in Owari. After all, there just weren't any, no matter how hard he wracked his brains—it's not like he could conjure things from thin air.
He pondered for a while and felt like he'd hit a dead end, so he switched angles—where did Owari's armor and weapons come from, anyway?
He'd honestly never thought about this before. And whenever he ran into "common sense" issues, asking Ah Man was definitely the way to go. So he sent someone to fetch her again, and as soon as she arrived, blurted out, "I forgot to ask you earlier—where does Owari's ironware come from?"