The time period when the sun climbs directly on top and the threat of sunshine becomes full-blown. Even if it's not as hot as boiling, there are a wide variety of outlets selling skewers, clothes stores, weapons stores, and so on in the street where people who walk away from the sunshine stand out.
I was caught in the scent of drifting and walking alone down a street like that eating fish meat-style omsoba stuff that I had stepped out to buy.
Then, I can call from someone who is inadvertently wrong.
"Thanks for the other day."
"Again, please."
"Are you going out today?
And so on and so on, I was called out by many people to be close to me. If you lived in the village of Sierra or the king's capital Ignoa for years, you still know too many people about 10 days after coming here.
Even so, I don't know who I am.
It may seem rude, but with only 10 days and all the challengers in the queue against me, it's more impotent to remember all of them. Exquisitely, I remember the face of my impressed opponent and the movement.
By the way, 80% of the duels are won by me, 20% of them lost. By and large, they lost about 100 to 200.
Inside this little island, there were some terrible fierce men. There were levels of users who were more distracted than Singen and who suspected that they were no longer pushing their limits.
The world is still wide. There's a top up there. These days, my nose, which was hanging on to Tengu, was broken beautifully when there was no one to deal with.
But like before, I don't go on a solo journey, naïve. That's what I knew.
Objectively, I guess I'm strong. Let me say that with confidence because I am qualified to be less than 30% of the world's A-rank adventurers.
But that's 30%. There are many who are stronger than that. There were so many such strong men here. That's all.
Rather, there is much to lose and learn. Is the best harvest still the presence of chi? I had heard rumors, but I didn't have anyone to use it, so I thought it was something of a skill class, but it was actually a technology that anyone could do.
Other than that, it is huge to have been able to be present with people who have excelled in a variety of weapons. Still as bad as I feel.
Particularly impressive was the 96-year-old master of swords. Because of the years, even though there was a ministry physically competent, the sword technique alone was taken by the hand pawn. In the end, without rubbing, he was swept away.
It was a battle I had so much to learn.
But.
That's why I can't play forever. Fighting without magic is interesting because of it, and it will be a study, but it is still important not to forget the beginning.
I didn't come here to fight this country.
My purpose is yes, the A-rank adventurer deserves the gear.
To get it, I heard from Singen that he was walking down the street where the best blacksmith in the country operates.
About 20 minutes after I left the inn, I opened the store door with a simple map in my hand.
"Hello! What are you looking for today, young man?"
When I enter the store, is it a dwarf, a low-height man with a long mustache greets me?
I looked inside the store when I spoke to the man and spoke softly.
The display shelves are lined with beautifully polished swords and swords, and the walls on their front sides are narrowly lined with flaws and a set of protective equipment.
I fall in love with them all because they are beautiful in gloss and brilliant skill even if they are new. The best thing about this country doesn't seem exaggerated.
"Do you have any protective equipment like a demon sword that's light and sturdy, has good magic throughput, and has any special effects on it?
When I saw the product the other day, I said what I was looking for. Then the Dwarf man looked up.
"There's no way there's such a super-first-class product, young man. There are a few things in our store that are precisely light and durable and smooth to transmit magic."
Apparently, he overwanted it. I thought maybe, but it still seemed like a substitute that wasn't so easy for you to see, and when I regained my mind, I asked.
"So can I show you that?
"Well, suppose I can do as much as you want..."
The Dwarf man walks through the store in footsteps with a tsukatsuka. Then he sees a bunch of protective equipment arranged on the right and reaches out.
"This is a small hand mixed with a demonic material called Bluegandrov that can be hunted here in Mithril and our. It is made small and light, with an emphasis on ease of movement. Brittle in defense for that matter, but deadly for fire and water."
Indeed, there were two ways of making weapons and protective equipment, to a large extent.
One is the method of processing the material as it is. Another way is to mix and make materials in metal.
The former is made to utilize the properties of the material by 100 percent, while the latter weakens its properties. However, pure defense is higher because the properties of the metal used are also added.
In the present case, I guess it's the way the latter is made. Perhaps the properties of Bluegandrov's materials are due to its resistance to fire and water.
I tapped them gently with Concon for my hand when I was handed them. Pretty hard for what it contains misrills. Strengthen your magic and you'll show off your defenses.
"There's no catch, and it's easy to move. Anything else?
"Next, here it is. This is a robe made of metal shark skin. A robe made of sturdy skins that are light on the skin but do not hang on the teeth with advanced magic."
I've heard of him. Sure, ocean ogre. The attack is only as monotonous as the stubborn jaw of a single hit, and the tail, but its sturdiness is said to surpass King Auga's. Sure, the average rank was S?
I see, do you use good materials as they are? For that matter, there are endless 0...
"And then there's the misrilled breastplate holding down the robe and the belt. When it suits your attacking style, I recommend a sturdy holster that can be worn on your thigh. Tighten it, 350 million. I'll give you the details."
"300 million…… ⁉ …"
When it comes to having a good set of protective equipment, do you do so much...
No, if you drop the level, you'll do a little cheaper, but I want to buy something good in front of you that came along saying A-rank adventurers deserve the gear. If you can, before you get to the labyrinth, I want to make it look like there's no extra feud coming down.
But what we have now is roughly, 400 million. There's only 50 million left. Fucking hell, it's me. So you can do it?
That's 50 million, 50 million. That's not an exhausting amount of money for a one-night banquet.
... I can't, I definitely can't.
Even without Seaterra's scattering for a while, it's also difficult to make money in this land that doesn't require an Adventurer's Guild. We're just talking about jumping at the metastasis, but yes, there's not even a demon that can be a hundred million units.
But... I still want it. If I miss now, I don't know when I'll be next. Money, if you save it, you'll figure it out, I'm sure.
"I'll buy it!
"Maido! I think it's a good decision."
Because I was worried in front of a scattered spot, that's what the Dwarf guy said, laughing joyfully.
But there I was, I thought.
"Hey, if you're made to order, can you make one like I said?
"Oh, this is why Toshiro is here. Look, weapon or armor, with the minimum material you need and the metal that fits it, we blacksmiths can hit you. But there's nothing special about it that can be targeted."
Can't you aim for it?
"Then how can you make it?
"It all depends on the material. but not always if it's a good one. The Devil's Sword or the one who struck the Devil's Armor will know, but very rarely. It's not the blacksmith's arm, it's the material that moves your body. Against that, all you can do is get regular gear. Only when you follow something like that impulse will a super first-class product be born. Of course, it depends on how faithful we can reproduce it."
Hmm, is that what it is? I've never struck a sword before, but I don't really feel it.
"If that's what you want, you go to the labyrinth. That's heaven for us blacksmiths. Whether you hit it or not, you won't lose your job. For that matter, I also get more chances to meet things like that. So more equipment like nature and demon swords."
I see. How do you hit a few dozen? Then let's hope for a labyrinth city.
Then the Dwarf man looked at my back and narrowed his eyes.
"You, I didn't know you had a demon sword. You're still young. More refinement. Scarlet flames will cry."
"No, you're absolutely right. More refinement...... what did you just say?
When my ears hurt, I tried to be honest and stopped talking.
This Dwarf, now give me the name Scarlet Flame...
"Why didn't they tell you to come here?"
"Those guys?
"... apparently, you really don't know anything. Which, then, should I gently introduce myself?"
Dwarf said that once he shook his head to the side.
"The name of Non is Garc Bogen. It's old age coming out of the dwarf ruled by the Forge God. Now, he deals with the rough guys of the Yamato kingdom, but before that, he finally stopped the adventurers. At that time, the party I belonged to was called Wolf's Tail, and I traveled the world with Redick and Mullah.
"With my fathers..."
I was surprised.
I never thought I'd meet one of my friends who once traveled the world with my dads in a store I visited occasionally.
"Um... has my father been like that for a long time?
"That's right, because the fool has grown up as an idiot. I don't know about Mr. Ome, but he's been a straight line fool for a long time."
"Ha, he sounds like a father"
That guy, he hasn't changed in a long time. That made me feel kind of happy, but it seemed vain somewhere.
"... was Redick laughing until the end?
"Yeah, he was laughing like an idiot."
"Well...... good then"
Garc stirred it up all at once when he took the liquor bottle out of his nostrils, not least. And when I let my mouth off the liquor bottle, I speak with a slightly reddened face.
"... that scarlet flame is a substitute for the party's dissolution."
Gark stares at scarlet flames and mouths somewhere to regret it.
"Scarlet Flame is the best work of Non's life. But at the same time, it is the lowest work of Non's life. Never before has Non felt his arms belong to others than this sword. A fierce amount of anger coming from the fangs of the firedragon on which this guy originated. Rough, fierce, crazy passion. I still burn it in my chest and I can't leave."
Gark stirs up booze again when he grips the thick breastplate in a grip.
"... the one who was able to do it also seemed to embody it. If you choose a user for yourself and you have something in your hand that you refuse to deserve, try to swallow into that anger.... Exactly the Devil's Sword. Such demonic swords can't be seen in labyrinth cities first."
I felt that way thinly. Scarlet flame, this demon sword, is too powerful. The Devil's Sword is precisely lightning, producing ice columns, and so on.
Indeed, there are demonic swords that emit fire and wind just by shaking them. There is also armor that wraps thunder.
But at least I've never heard of demons that automatically protect their users or attack them on their own. I'm in the mood as if I had the same emotions as people, and it's really rough.
Most importantly, I have never heard of anything other than Scarlet Flame, such as the Devil's Sword, which has the power to even change such an environment.
Too powerful for a single sword to hold. I am no longer in the realm of the Devil's Sword. That is the sword of the class that will be the equivalent of the High Wheel held by Charstena.
"The Lord, who can have it, was indeed chosen. But I don't think I can be a true user yet."
"If you say it without hiding it, that's right. Instead of using it, it is used. I feel that way."
I told you everything honestly. From that day when I first used this sword to the other day's rampage.
And that I became afraid of pointing this sword at people.
Garc Bogen, who struck this sword, heard it with a strange face, but stirred up the liquor and shook his head.
"Non doesn't know. One thing I can tell you is that he forgot to laugh, no matter what kind of crisis he was in. Or maybe that qualifies as someone with that sword."
"Don't forget to laugh..."
That's what my father taught me. Or maybe my dad taught me to laugh in anticipation of this happening.
"I may have let you talk about old age. Forget about Yotai. Besides, I'm already in the store today. Made me want a drink."
"Ha, please be modest.... Thank you. I will try to use this sword."
I thanked my Scarlet Flame biological parents for the tip and declared that I would try to use it. Then, with a red face, Garc laughs lavishly.
I left the store behind before I could stop laughing.