I Reincarnated Into a Vending Machine

"So you've been eating this lately?

Shui's unleashed arrows pierced the walls that surrounded the settlement, where demons had just pierced and lined up the marutai.

A muscular human white leg grows from a fat radish, with Ramis eagling at the strange demon and sticking it out to Shui. This is the real radish leg.

"I will. Vegetable demons here taste good, too. The stronger he is, the better."

I thought you were supplementing people's food with vegetables alone in the field, and you were eating vegetable-type demons. After the gate was closed, a little over the wall came a mild demon, but mostly demons with hands and feet on vegetables.

It's true that the demons are trying not to hurt the wood, trying to get over the discipline without breaking the gates and walls, and getting shot down.

"This place is rich in wood, so I don't have any problems with arrow stock, so thank you"

On the side of Shui, which stands on the roof of a private house, a large number of arrows are placed. Offered free of charge by the weapons store, he is happy to shoot without thinking about the rest of the arrows.

"Shui, I'll leave you an extra arrow."

"Thank you"

It was a man with musculoskeletal and long hair tied behind him who carried a large number of arrows and gently climbed to the roof of the private house, placing an arrow next to Shui. It stores a stunning moustache.

"Oh, is it the rumored Phantom Daughter who carries the strange box"

"It's Ramis!

Without offense, the weapons dealer must have spoken, but Ramis returns the word as if he was slightly angry.

I don't hate monstrous things, but they don't like to be called monstrous, face to face.

"Oh, well. I'm sorry. Miss Ramis doesn't have a weapon, but she fights with her bare fists."

"Yeah, that's right."

"You have the power of a corner. Er... Yes, come to us. I'll check my weapon."

Whoa, are you inviting me to the weapons store? At the corner, I had never been to an arms store that was a fantasy staple even though I said I had come to another world.

Honestly, I'm looking forward to it now because I'm quite interested.

"What, fine. We don't need weapons."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's where I need to get on the invite. What a complete weapon shield I was going to lay down.

"Uh, Ramis, why don't you go. I'm coming with you."

That's what I said, is it Hulumi who's been pinching my mouth? I've been tight on the transfer team since yesterday, but have the repairs been done yet?

"Hulumi, have you finished fixing it yet?

"There was no abnormality in the repair. All you have to do is wait a week or so until the magic is filled. That's okay. Why don't you check the weapons store for supplies and protective equipment?"

That's good, Hulumi. Convince me to stay put.

"Um, I'm getting tired of boots and gloves, so I guess I should change it"

"Right. That's the one I've been using since before I met Hackon. We're saving a lot of money, so let's gear up a better one."

If you look closely, the iron parts that reinforce the gloves are slippery and deformed. That's right. If Ramis wields all his power, the drain is incomparable with the rest of the hunters.

"This is my favorite. It was expensive."

Ramisu seems to have good things. Looks like I have an attachment to the gloves and boots I'm equipped with right now.

"It's Lady Ramisu. If we don't have the weapon gear we liked, shall we improve those gloves and boots?

Osama, an arms dealer who jumped off the roof, grins niggardly as he stares seriously at Ramis' gloves.

"Then let me ask you a favor"

"Whoa, then follow me. You're flat there, too."

"Who's flat!

Apparently, Osama, the arms dealer, has the personality to speak without thinking about what he thought.

"What do you say, this is our shop?"

Osama, the arms dealer, took me to a round large round-the-clock cabin compared to other private houses...... no, it was a round-the-clock box.

There is no roof with a gradient, it sticks better when I say a huge box with a round thickness squarely assembled together.

"Come in, come on, come on"

When I walked through the door and stepped indoors, it was certainly a weapons store there.

A number of weapons hung on the wall. Some swords are as opposed as spears, axes, swords, and swords. The old couple's combat clothes looked like Japanese clothes, so maybe there are countries in this world that resemble the old Japan after all.

Not only are the weapons, but the protective equipment is arranged all the way on the shelf.

This is it. This is it. If you're a different world fantasy, you're a weapon shield. This kind of purchase scene should be at the beginning, but vending machines don't need equipment.

Wouldn't I be able to wear that huge armor if I couldn't? A vending machine with armor on it... I can't take the product out!

"Oh, I also have my armor."

"We also have weapons and protective equipment for fighters. How about this thorny one?"

What Osama, the arms dealer, took out was a vicious looking armor that was all buried with thorns except the flat of his hand.

It seems strong, but it doesn't look good on Ramisu.

"Hmm, this is going to hurt Hackon, and it's going to break right into it"

It was a ramisu I took in my hand for once, but I don't feel good about flattery either. I'm stuck with a thorn.

"I wonder if this striped cloak is a protective gear"

What Ramis was looking at was a hooded cloak alternating between yellow and green. I can still tell that if it's a natural color scheme too, but it's futilely flashy with no cloudy primary colors.

"Ooh, that. It also has a water repellent treatment and does not pass through any water, it is also resistant to hot and cold weather and performs great... it is flashy at all. It's a delicacy made by a magic magician, but, well, it's not for sale."

I think hunters would definitely make fun of me if I wore this.

What did Rummis seem to like about it, he actually weaves his feathers and circles on the spot.

"Hackon, how's it going?

That looks surprisingly good. Well, Ramis looks good in whatever he wears.

"Thank you"

"I wonder if you're complimenting me on that"

"Hmm."

"That's right... hehe, thanks"

I'm undoing my vertical striped cape, but I'll negotiate with Osama, the arms dealer, if I can't buy it later.

The Osama peeks into the box that was placed in the corner of the weapons store. He seemed to be looking for something, but he didn't, and he turned to us.

"You'd better let me see your lady's powers once and for all, just give me a minute"

Osama, the arms dealer, disappeared into the back of the store once.

I just enjoy watching the weapons around me so I can wait for hours. If you were a boy, you'd be tense.

There is likely to be demand from hunters if weapons are sold on vending machines, but the ability to tie things up that I have purchased before my life interferes.

Why didn't Japan have a knife or a mace vending machine!

If there was, I would definitely go and check it out and be confident that I would have bought it. Then I could have been a high-quality vending machine that manipulated weapons with "Mind Power".

"This is it, there's a pile of weapons in the box."

"Uh, I'm writing something. Uh, stockpile disposal."

In a wooden box the size of which I can fit perfectly, there is a mess of pieces of weaponry.

Wouldn't there be an unexpected excavation in this? It's a deal to have a talking demon sword or a weapon that chooses its owner.

"I don't feel any magic, it's just used stuff."

"Well, I bought it from the hunter."

Osama, the arms dealer, is pushing the wheeled table, answering me with discipline.

Oh, my God, what is that? There are several round stones on the table, all of which are of the same shape and size, with only different colors.

"Now, this round is a kind of demonic prop, it's not very heavy until I grip it, but it's a substitute for being heavy as soon as I hold it in my hand. Gradually weighed from the left, and now I'm measuring the force."

Yeah, that's an interesting magic trick. How far will it get heavy with about a ball of baseball stone?

"A stone of measurement? You've got some rare magic tricks inside."

"Do you know I want to flatten it? That's right."

"Stop calling me that. I'm Hulumi."

"Wow, okay. Hulumi, huh? Now that I know, I need you to shut up!

Osama, the arms dealer, is in a panic to Hulumi, who pulls the knife that was nearby out of his sheath and walks over. Don't stop because you deserve it.

"Hey, can I have this?

"Ooh. Take the far left first."

Osama, the arms dealer, answers intentionally to distract him.

When Hulumi tongued "chip," he delivered the knife to his sheath.

"Yo, that's light."

"Oh, don't take it lightly"

It doesn't look heavy at all, but is it really getting heavy?

"Want to try Hulumi too?

"Lend it to me...... whoa whoa!

As soon as I receive it, I endure diligently to drop my hips and not with my hands.

Your legs and whole body are cramped by your new deer.

"La, Ramis, take it, take it!

"Fine."

Rummis, who received lightly with one hand, placed the ball on the table.

Is it really getting heavy? Hulumi is soaking sweat on his forehead, waving both arms. Pretty bad, it seemed.

"That sounds like an easy win next time at that rate. Can you hold the two right ones?"

"Fine. Good little."

He also sees Rummis grabbed up lightly with one hand and opens his mouth so wide that Osama, the weapons dealer, is about to lose his jaw.

"Seriously. Miss, aren't you heavy?

"It's a little heavier than just now, but it's a lot lighter than Hackon"

"That's more than my weight... this guy is funny. All right, then, two more on the far right, please!

Suddenly, Osama's tension at the weapons store rose. I'm intrigued by Rummis, who lightly holds the weight up to here, and it looks like the weapons store's blood is making a scene.

"Oh, this is about Hackon."

Is that sphere the same weight as me? I have nothing more to say about lifting it with one hand. After all, I feel like Ramis should use me as a weapon and swing around.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is awesome. I thought it was quite something because it carries an iron box, but I didn't know it was going to be this far. All right, I'll make you the best weapon for your lady!

I felt for a moment that I saw footage as if a flame was gushing out of Osama's entire body at the weapons store. I found the best material and the motivation needle seems to have swung away.

"You talked about staying a week. I'll try to finish it by then, so stay tuned!

"Oh, hey, Osama! What happened to the story of choosing weapons and protective equipment?"

"Mm-hmm. It's around there. Take it appropriately. I don't care if it's half the amount you're showing."

When he stood up quickly, Osama, the arms dealer, disappeared into the back.

Is there a workshop first? That one's not coming back.

"Because. Do you want to see it properly and leave the gold behind?"

We picked out the weapon armor with Hulumi, who shrugged and flaunted his shoulders, and left a coin on the counter and we walked away.

It was an unexpected development, but let's look forward to seeing if we can have Ramis-only weapons in a week's time.