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

"Shall we change places? I'm not going to talk about it at the diner."

Take Garnett and Chandler away from the dining room and turn back to the room where we were staying.

Then I decide to sit back and answer Chandler's question with the edge of the bed instead of a chair.

Shape "Sure, my [repair] skills can be restored back to normal if I have at least half of the subject and a missing amount of repair material. The human body shouldn't be the exception."

Chandler's assumption that then you don't have to get your right arm back to be able to rebuild it is by no means a misunderstanding.

I'm just saying there's a reason I don't want to do that.

"But...... this is a metaphorical story, do you think it would work as well as the real thing if you made a precise 'human arm model' out of woodworking?

"... you're not going to move without the skills to move it. But before this, you must have been able to make it work. If so..."

Make ""

Chandler lurks his eyebrows when he says what you mean.

I decided not to rush to explain the rest.

"[Repair] The essence of skills is the restoration of physical shapes. On logic, even if you use trees and ice to restore your arms, it should just be an exquisite model of that shape, and it's unnatural the other way around to get back to work"

"Even if you can only [repair] the shapes of the chiseled bread with mud, it doesn't mean you can eat it with the flavour and touch of the way it is... what is it?"

"That's a good metaphor. Exactly. Half of the bread is made up of mud, but the mud is mud, and the only thing like bread is shape."

Of course, if 'physical shape' is what matters, it doesn't make it any problem.

The use of different types of wood when fixing a house would not compromise its function as a home.

This is a problem that arises when the original material-specific properties are required, and perhaps the flesh of an organism is such a thing.

Danger "As a story in the first place, connecting the bodies of other humans and animals is a mass in itself, as if it were life-threatening if you put someone else's blood in your body. Even if you can shape and function and restore, there's nothing you can do if the material itself is harmful to the human body." "Pouring lava into the wound and stuffing it is such that burns cannot be prevented, and... if not, would you have difficulty procuring [repair] material?"

Chandler doing his hand to his mouth with a convincing face.

Then this time, Garnett hitched a ride to Chandler and just questioned me here.

Danger "Even if I leave the raw meat alone, my arms moved normally then. That's why I was convinced that 'you can do that, too'. What was that all about?

What the neutral city of Garnett is saying is the battle in the second tier.

In the battle against Hadary, the tree man Agate Ram executive, I made up for both arms of the slashed garnet with a piece of Fluxinus, the town administrator, temporarily creating the arm of the tree that moves as you wish.

Treeman: "I also thought at that time, even when it was a tree, it was part of a giant body. It had the ability to move as part of an organism. But even though I was self-absorbed, it's amazing how well my arms made of ice moved" "Isn't it because it's ice produced by the power of the Warcraft?

There's no possibility. I put the one cushion down, and now I'm gonna talk about my makeshift.

"... Garnet. The Battle of Athlopolis made both arms as if they were caged hands of armor."

"Oh, I'm sure. Still, the whole thing felt right, and I was able to move it without any discomfort, so to be honest at first, I had a good time."

No "That means restoring shapes"

Garnett turns her eyes round and reveals her surprise.

That's the look on your face just saying you're right if you point it out.

"It's odd that a human body that has [repaired] other objects into material functions correctly. But on the contrary, he slashed both arms off between his wrists and elbows, but it's also odd that he couldn't restore their exact shape." "Sure... it would be more natural for you to be able to fix it in a more perfect way..."

Originally, "shape" should not be fully reproducible or "function", but in the case of Garnett and in my case, "shape" was incomplete and "function" was complete.

It's obvious now that I think about it. Instead, I have to reflect that it was too late to realize.

Even though it was necessary to [repair] in no great haste, the [repair] skill, which was hyperbolic that even half of the prototypes could be restored, could not be reproduced with any refinement of the arms.

Appearance "Perhaps the temporary restoration of our arms worked differently than the normal [restoration]. He was able to restore the function of the flesh, but I guess the resources were cracked from that reproduction alone" "Before I knew it, I was wearing a new application again. Isn't that a good thing... how easy it is to say."

Ordinary skills may please you as pure growth, but in my case things are a little different.

In the first place, the "Right Eye of Ji", which is special because of the evolutionary causes of skills and seems to be related to them, is also causing some strange phenomenon.

This would naturally make Garnett anxious.

Chandler: "So, here's a confirmation. imagine it would have been nice to use flesh and bones from other animals to recreate your right arm" "right. You had a big struggle with one sausage earlier. I've been used to it since the second bottle. Wouldn't it be better if we could rebuild?"

"Where were you looking from... well, anyway. It depends on whether you do it with the usual [repair] or with a new application that hasn't even been named..."

Poke your left arm back while sitting on the edge of the bed, keeping your weight to ease your posture.

"If you do it with a normal [repair], it will definitely look perfect, but it's unknown if you can restore it to function. There is no guarantee that the flesh of different animals will perform the same function, even if it reproduces the fine structure of the body."

Demonic props for sale in our store, for example.

These are the inner parts with misrilled metal wires that use the high affinity of magic to efficiently transmit magic from the container of magic crystals to another part.

So what happens when we repair this structure with.

It may be fully reproducible if it just looks like it, but its function as a demon prop would be totally compromised.

"If you do it the same way you did when you used trees and ice, now you risk incomplete appearance. No matter how much functionality goes back to normal, if there's a problem with appearance, it won't be 'normal life'."

"I see...... so 'theoretically possible' but I have to dare. Have you tried experimenting?

"No. If I were a wizard of researcher temperament, I'd probably be happy to try it all out. That's exactly what I think."

The mention of a wizard makes me think of Ambrose in the back of my brain.

Ambrose has a proven track record of reviving the flesh of Valentine Argentia, Garnett's brother, who is dying from serious injuries, using the flesh of the Warcraft obtained by utilizing medallions.

In that sense, Chandler's proposed 'Rebuilding the Right Arm with Skills' could be said to already have precedents.

But Valentine was no longer a body that would expose her complexion to the public, and that was also one of the reasons I hesitated to rebuild my right arm.

"Anyway, I can handle everyday life with just my left arm, and if I really need my right arm in battle or something, I can only make it then. It's enough to get back on track until you carry all the problems after things have gone wrong with your right arm not coming back... now you're convinced?

For one thing, I can shove some uneasiness into the back of my chest, which is not a glimmer.

Skills that continue to change.

And a different phenomenon that happened to the 'right eye'.

When I look back again, I sometimes wonder, 'How could this have happened?'

I can't be optimistic about that - I guess it's because the shadow of the alphazle still glimpses the back of my brain.