My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

--Around the split Ulysses' ship, a group of diversionaries, mainly adventurers, worked diligently to rebuild the unit.

Collect supplies scattered by the destruction of the ship to assist the wounded.

Despite the catastrophe of the ship's wreckage and failure to return, the ship continued to do what it could without breaking or decay.

I have to say that is the member Travis sorted out.

It is not strange for a bad adventurer to break his heart and despair and abandon himself, but there was no trace dust such as such a gesture on the face here.

However, as things stand, it will have to be said that returning to the front is difficult.

Regardless of which one of us or Agat Lam wins, I must say that it is quite doubtful, honestly, that we will be able to recover from this situation and reunite with the fighting forces before the battle trend determines.

--Of course, this is a premise if it can be dealt with by the face of this scene alone.

"Attention, everyone!

Travis' passing voice echoes.

Some adventurers noticed my presence before Travis could explain it, cheering and whistling.

Garnett burst into my flank with a smile on his elbow.

I'm sure it's a ticklish situation, but it's not a situation I can care about.

"As you can see, we are now rendezvous with Luke Whitewolf! I'll explain the situation later, but it's a shame for us!

The applause rose so much that I was worried that the disguise would be okay.

As usual, I am impressed that he is a man who is good at raising morale.

Luke, first of all, can you do the Repair on the ship as planned?

"I've gathered a lot of fragments, so I can move them if you can even connect them."

Prompted by Travis and Ulysses, he touched the ends of both fragments as he approached the fracture surface of the double-blind ship.

Beyond your back, you can see that the Explorer's face is turning towards expectations.

I'm not nervous.

Hundreds, thousands, even the adventurer age, or tens of thousands - a few of my strengths that have been repeated countless times - just do it as usual.

If you want to fail here, you'll have to take your arm off.

"Skill activated... [Repair] started!

The magic of Repair poured into it energizes both parts of the split ship and moves it with a murmuring sound of wood.

"Now, don't get pinched!

Draws attention to the surroundings and pours the magic of the last push.

A ship that resonates with a roar and reconnects.

The fracture surface, which looked like the wound of a jaguar, was instantly blocked, and Ulysses' sailless ship regained its original shape.

"... that's it. I'm going to do something about my [Repair]. I'm sorry about the rest, but please do it manually."

"Hey, it's amazing how many times I've seen it! If we had a commander, we wouldn't need repair tools."

"That's not exactly no cost, is it? My personal magic is going to be empty in one shot."

"I know. So, will you check the inside?"

Ulysses enters the ship satisfactorily.

After I left behind, I went back to Travis, the leader of the diversion force.

"Therefore, the magic crystal's residual magic is quite severe just by [repairing] now. After deducting the amount spent in previous battles, we are one step closer to total cold poverty. Excuse me, but can I have the crystal refilled?

"Of course. The supplies that blew up outside have also been collected. Use it as much as you can. Ah... well, I'm counting on your Knights clerk to manage important supplies."

"... that means..."

I can't help but think of the face of a man who has to face each other.

Ulysses is not the only one who has accompanied the diversion forces to operate the ship.

As a supporter of Ulysses, the crew who didn't accompany my expedition also boarded the ship - I didn't know what they were going to say when they met in the current condition.

Travis also seemed to understand what was bothering me, and he looked as if he should say something.

While I scratch my finger near my right eye over my eyeballs, I'm thinking of asking Garnet to give me a magic crystal.

"(No... that's just the beginning of the problem. I can't hide it forever until my right eye doesn't go back.)"

I made up my mind and headed for the supply tent Travis taught me.

To receive a Magic Crystal of Supplies from your brother (Mark), the only relative participating in this operation.

"... uh, can I talk to you for a second?

"Receiving supplies? Then fill in the type and the required number....."

Mark was serious about his clerical work in a big tent full of supplies, but he stopped looking at my face and turned his eyes to surprise.

And I look down to blame for my current situation.

"What is that? If you're going to fashion, pick a time and a place."

"The eyeballs (this one) aren't dat or drunk anymore... I have to wear them, or what?"

"If it were your skill, you would be cured if it were crushed. Or are you saying you got your whole eyeballs cut off?"

Mark slams the binder he used to fill out the paperwork on his desk and looks back at it.

"How do you explain this to your parents back home? I'm definitely sad."

"Well... I knew you'd say this. In the meantime, let me make no excuses."

It's a reaction more than natural to be a relative.

Every mother would have to mourn the loss of one eye if she thought her son was back home.

"I didn't break my right eye. Instead, you're wearing it because you're too blind."

"What? What do you mean...."

When he shifted his eyelids and exposed his blue right eye, Mark lost his words of confusion with a different expression of surprise.

"It's going to be a long story, so wait for the explanation until everyone's allowance is over. Anyway, it may not surprise her."