Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

Disguise, change your outfit, become someone else, or fake who you are.

Yes, if I can't compete in the tournament, I can just get into it as a whole different person.

Fortunately, you don't need an ID to compete, and even extreme stories and criminals can get mixed up.

Anything, there's so much to talk about that criminals were allowed to sin on the condition of a clerk in the past as a result of their appearance and good grades.

Most of all, if you're going to do it in this day and age, you have to defeat at at least the Alliance's highly-ranked people, making it practically impossible.

"Plate armor, if you can, the kind you can hide all over your body."

So here I am, what do you care? I haven't stepped foot in this city yet, the boulevard where workshops and armor stores connect houses.

It's commonly known as "Howling Road," and, as its name suggests, the sound of tapping metal rings during 46: 00?

By the way, in the end, my ranking was again challenged, which resulted in a very satisfactory outcome at this stage.

I've tried many more times from here to shrink my record, but I'll do that again.

Either way, I was rarely walking alone.

Rayce and Rhue said they are going to safely complete the B-rank today and come straight to the S-rank side tomorrow after completing an A.

The two were still eager to train the dark magic I taught them the other day, even after today's minute was over.

This minute is likely to force a considerable struggle during the next arrangement.

Note that this time it means a disguise tool, so I'm not here for the both of you.

Probably, I don't think Reis will forgive our mother.

'No, Mr. Kai. Meh!' or something like that is going to happen.

.................. I want to be told. but this place is much easier.

And even if I bring Rhue, 'I want to imitate too', I do something funny, and Race finds out the result. I'm sure such a future awaits.

But walking alone like this is a good thing sometimes.

Everywhere I look, it's just shops and workshops that handle weapons, but when I look closely and walk like this, I also see something called the characteristics of each of those shops.

I can also somehow understand why women usually enjoy window shopping now.

For example, what I have just found is a shop that deals more in liturgical and exhibition products than in action, just at first glance, with brilliant armor displayed in the window and beautiful sheet metal finishing on the shop sign.

There are other stores for light warriors that emphasize mobility and attach minimal metal components, as well as human stores that exhibit heavy armor and huge swords, with an emphasis on power fighters and protection.

This is going to crush me for a day just to watch and walk.

"The law of having a well-known store hidden in an alley with few people or off the street...... just isn't it"

It's a classic game, but even if it's business, I don't think there's anything good in a store that's abandoning its efforts to sell it.

Should we head to a popular store where people are on their way? Or do you really want to break into the alley in search of romance after all?

Uhm, don't get lost. Basically, shopping is instant, keep it as a candidate, look around other stores and compare, I'm not a person who does anything.

... but thats it, this place is different from the previous world, maybe there really is a dig,?

Above all, I feel like the gap between the workshop and the workshop in my eyes right now, that dim gap that's too thin to call an alley, is calling me.

Hey, I used to explore the city when I was a kid, and there's some strange place ahead of places that people don't usually go to or can't get through? What a delusion.

And Boomy, who is proud of an adult who won't forget his child's heart...

"I think you said there was a romance in the alley."

I never really talked about it.

Why don't we just go?

Narrow roads are usually just narrow roads where garbage is overflowing, graffiti is graffiti, and there's no such thing as suspicious people hanging around.

Keep yourself down that path stretched by nostalgic, somewhere nostalgic, airy boilers and chimneys.

At a young age, remembering the gaps in the residential area and the memories of diving behind various buildings out of curiosity, he proceeded in search of hidden famous stores that he did not even know existed.

After a few minutes of snuggling and sweating down the hot alley, the alley is finally somewhat wider and the wind streets are good or the temperature drops.

For a moment, even fluttering and glaring, hold hands on the wall to withstand it.

No... Was the temperature that high?

Looking around to wipe the flowing sweat, apparently this neighborhood is not a shop combined, but a strip lined up with workshops just for complete production.

There are no signs, no show windows, workshops of various sizes, large and small, and the sound of striking iron echoes as much as you want to cover your ears.

Hmm, this doesn't seem like a good way to find a store.

"But it's nice to have a place like this... something like this, different air"

Such a strange air drifting space, characteristic of the place where something is created, which should be inorganic but feels the breath of life.

My ears hurt just a little, but even if I put up with that, I feel like a very cozy place.

Hear the sound of iron while surrounded by buildings made of bricks and stones. Going down a street like that, you were taking a break or a man with a hand tufted around his neck was assembling the water from the well.

Then he seemed to notice this one as well, but he looked very surprised and dropped the fishing bottle he had just assembled into the well.

"Hey, what the hell, you're here somewhere!

"I'm sorry I'm taking a break. I'm a little lost."

"I was lost... so I could come here."

"Hey, if you go in the alley, you don't even sell excavations."

"Unfortunately, this neighborhood is just a bunch of workshops. I was surprised to see someone unfamiliar."

What if it's supposed to be a place to visit from another place?

Hmm... Could it have been a compartment you couldn't get in without permission?

"But from the alley to here... is that it...? It wouldn't be weird for a normal person to fall on the way down, would it?

"Uh, speaking of which, it was pretty hot, that alley"

"Do you have to be hot? You're a pretty good player, aren't you?

"Well, I think you should do it there"

Speaking of which, you never found it hard due to the difference in warmth.

Think about it, Nao, I didn't even feel that hot when I tried the volcano with you guys.

... I feel like the only thing that made me sweat was around the volcanic crater.

Now I think, you usually die, if you go to a place like that.

I mean, that narrow alley I went through was a dead zone that people couldn't cross from the middle of nowhere.

Hey, I was pretty forced to push along... and there were fences along the way that obviously couldn't be crossed by a regular person.

Inside, I suspected that this was not a back alley anymore, but a space for plumbing and heat dissipation.

"Hmm, what kind of weapon do you want? I also keep things in the workshop that I can't get out of the store. Before you were skilled, you seemed to be out of standard, and maybe some of it was just right."

"Huh?"

"I'm not satisfied with what I keep in the general store. So you've come to a place like this? This dusty product may look into the eyes of the sun. I'll be a little more accommodating."

How convenient.

But I see that this ability is a little crazy, and the average person may be able to use items that they can't use.

Um, you're a romance. I love prototypes that raise the output too much for use, or broken specs specific to the initial lot.

I took a male suggestion and headed to his workshop.

Entering the large workshop just on the well, a slight fierce enthusiasm strikes me as to whether it has not yet been time since the furnace fire was dropped.

Now what happens if there's a fire in it? Regardless of the heat, I don't think breathlessness is normal in a Chamber like this.

Looking inside, it was the size of it, there were no other blacksmiths because of the number of gold floors and tools, and apparently it was the place this man was using alone.

Black discolored ceilings and walls with coal for many of the tools that leave scratches and dissolution marks. Every single thing in my eyes tells the history of this place, the first time I work.

Nice stuff, I knew this kind of place.

"Well, let's go to the armory... what's your name before then?

"It's Kai. This is the guild card, by the way."

"Hmm, you're still an adventurer... I'm somewhat convinced you have silver, but that's the first name I've ever heard"

"I'm selling admirably, so I think it would be a good publicity if you sold me something cheap right now, right?

Blatant discount request.

I have money, but it's like half a joke.

But apparently, you got into his bump, you break your slightly harsh look and you raise your voice and laugh.

"Kuhahahaha, I hate you raw, but you don't need publicity! So, what kind of weapon do you want?

"Oh no, I already have my own weapon, so this time I want armor, like a full plate if I can, to hide it all over my face."

"Hmm, protective equipment? Hey, honey, how tall are you? That's pretty good."

"About nineteen."

I remember all this clearly.

Because I made good adjustments during character makeup.

But if you've suddenly been in a third growth phase since you came to this world, you might be stretching.

Every time the level rises, it stretches by a millimeter or something.

... If so, Ni “ cm is stretched.

"Hmm, a little above average. Then there must have been some."

The building atmosphere began to change abruptly as he followed him to the back of the workshop where he muttered so.

A brick wall turns into a white stone wall at some point, with unfamiliar letters engraved on its surface.

Is this a letter used for magic formations, etc? Unfortunately, I don't have as much knowledge of Lue as I do, and I don't understand what this is.

Eventually, the passage seemed to lead outside the workshop, continuing on a white stone path, like a corridor, like a crossing.

Then appeared ahead, like a warehouse made of the same white stone as the road.

When I get to the front of the building, I breathe unexpectedly into the huge door in front of it.

On one side of the bright white door, small letters carved with biscuits.

Even some kind of madness can be felt in its too fine and enormous amount.

"That's a little creepy, this letter county"

"Hmm? What a surprise, do you see it?"

"Huh? Don't you threaten me a little too much?

"Kuhaha, it usually just looks like a bluff shed and a damaged wooden crossing. I knew these people were confused when they had silver."

This place seemed more special than I imagined.

But who is this uncle who has such a place in his workshop?

Elsewhere with such a question, my uncle crawls his fingers on some of the letters on the door, and the letters glow blue and white as they follow it.

And the door slowly opened by itself.

"You're the one who got in here besides me, honey... you're the fifth one"

"More or less? That's a subtle line."

"I just thought so too. But, well, they're all named there, aren't they?

Clean air leaks out of the interior of the open door.

It's like lightening your chest, but at the same time, you feel dizzy.

If you can, yes, the Divine Domain. Like shrines and churches, like places like that.

It's not what has been turned into a wreck, years, decades, hundreds of years, has been prayed for and cherished by people, like such a place.

Then follow him and step inside of it, fearful.

Shouldn't you be taking off your shoes for a moment at a time like this? and Japanese thinking past the back of the brain.

"Hmm, I didn't know you didn't have the appearance of barometric pressure. It's an interesting lady to make. Look at what's in this warehouse."

He spread his hands wide and said so as if he were proud of this place.

There was no such thing as a show window around, just a bunch of gear sitting around.

Huge assault spears on white armor full of glow, a pair of daggers that shine blue, and a red and black sickle that feels disastrous.

Various, indiscriminate, varied and unspeakable in such terms, a number of weapons fill the warehouse.

With such a presence, like every one of them is breathing.

"Exactly, you'd keep an eye out, wouldn't you? This is an" outfit that cannot reach the divine realm "without the Lord, which has been created from the past to this day."

"Can't you get to the Divine Domain?

"There exists in this world something called 'the ornament of the divine domain'. These are the works that artisans have created over the course of their lives, admiring such mythological equipment."

"I see... with the hands of men, the equipment created to reach the realm of God... then you can't let it out in the world"

"There are only a few people you can use in the first place."

That's what he said, he took a single sword that was hanging on the wall.

Red, a sword with a full body as if it had transferred the glow of lava intact.

"But at the same time, the user does not necessarily become a sacred one. This sword was originally Ni Zhen pair of swords, but one of them left this place and tormented people unwittingly."

"Is that why you're doing something like a seal?

"Oh yeah. I'm a second generation, but I'm still protecting these guys for a long time. My previous parents came this way from the" Fastrian continent, "and they even put the equipment they transferred with them."

Here again, the name of the continent you will hear for a long time.

Perhaps the first continent, which served as the basis for the game-era world.

Nao, who now lives in the Secondary Continent, said that the national transport has also been interrupted.

But then, maybe we have some game-era rare gear.

"Well, whatever it is, take a good look"

The world of the past, the original continent, the mighty arsenal.

A bunch of weapons created with a whole body of spirits trying to challenge God, trying to reach God.

Really, you don't bore me, this city.