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

Quickly observe and organize the current situation before Samurai, the woman lying in mortal wounds.

The injuries to this girl are on the flank.

Probably hit the tip of the dragon's nail.

They couldn't even afford a first aid, they're just letting the blood flow.

And me and the other girl don't have the tools or healing skills to make allowances.

"(Calm down... remember what you did in the labyrinth... you must be able to do it...)"

[Disassembly], which had just become available in the labyrinth, was inefficient but it was able to disassemble the luminescent moss.

moss, which is a clean organism, is

I expect [disassembly] to be an independent ability in part of the [restoration] skill process.

Disassemble the restoration object and material with magical action, synthesize as much as necessary, and restore it to its original shape -

The entire process of [restoration] that would otherwise be completed in an instant.

The hypothesis is that it is [disassembly] that stops at that halfway stage.

If this is correct, there should be no more [decomposition] of the organism than the inability to [repair] the organism.

But the reality was different. I was able to [disassemble] the luminescent moss, which is an organism.

Are you simply unexpected, or have your skills made impossible?

"One or eight. Don't resent me for failing, okay?

"I resent... something... please..."

Sakura replies weakly.

The consent of the person was obtained. All you have to do is bet.

Possibility one.

[Repair] I usually die of bleeding because my skills are ineffective.

Possibility number two.

[Repair] Only the first stage of the skill succeeds and the flank is [disassembled] and dies.

Possibility number three.

Something that I never expected would happen and I'm dead anyway.

Possibility IV.

[Repair] Skills act ideally on the human body and wounds are [repaired] back to normal.

Funny enough, it's a bad share of the bet, but if you leave it like this, Sakura will definitely die.

Then I'd much rather do it and regret it than regret it without doing it.

Raise your hand on the side of the Sakura and infuse all remaining magic into your body.

"Skill activated! [Repair] Begin!

The glow of overflowing magic blocks sight.

Forced to squeeze out his power makes his head snap and his consciousness distant.

My fingertip sensations are disappearing.

I don't even know if the wound is healing.

I also couldn't hear Sylvia calling Sakura next door.

"(Not yet... hold some more...!

For fifteen years, I've seen many moments when a large number of adventurers get seriously injured.

I couldn't do anything to my people who were dying moaning that I didn't want to die.

That was the limit of useless third-rate adventurers.

I regretted it. It was hard. I felt sorry for him.

I don't want to taste that thought again.

"(So at least not now -!)"

Vision completely whites out and all five senses feel nothing.

And the moment I finished pouring all my magic into Sakura, my consciousness was broken.

When I regained consciousness, it was on the bed of an unknown inn.

…………

From the state of restoration of magic, it doesn't seem to have been half a day since the battle with the Dragon.

I had no idea to get up.

I am completely depleted mentally and physically.

And above all, the comfort of the bed was as wonderful as paradise.

I guess it's really just a bed in a very common inn.

But it's soft and warm enough to make me cry compared to the days I slept nodding on the hard floor of the labyrinth.

Best bunk in the world for me right now.

I just thought I'd fall asleep again, and a strange girl walked into my room.

"Ah! Good, you noticed!

Correction. She was a familiar girl.

A girl named Sylvia who was attacked by a dragon earlier.

He trims his hair around his shoulder in a color like a wheat tip and dresses up as moveable as a sign daughter in an inn.

Something like mid teens around the age?

About half of me.

"... where are we?

"My house… Ah, it's called the Spring Leaf Pavilion"

"You brought me in... sorry, but I don't have any money. I'll be right out."

"No! I don't want any money! You owe us our lives!

Oh, well. If I saw it from Sylvia and the others, would I be the benefactor of my life?

"... it's not such a big deal. When Samurai died, I thought it was my turn next, so I just lent him my weapon."

"Still. It's not" why did you do it "that matters, it's" what did you do "that my grandmother said."

"If the motive is impure but the behavior is good, so be it...? Don't say good things about your old lady."

Sylvia smiled proudly when she said that with about half the intent of a social dictionary.

Somehow, he's an honest kid. Not at all like a female swordsman or white wizard who was at a brave party.

The rest of the Black Wizard... he's the one I'm not sure I even think about right now.

I don't mean to have done anything splendid, but if you're going to thank me, let's sweeten it to your word.

Anyway, I'm physically and mentally one step ahead of me.

"Yes... what about Samurai like Sakura? I don't think he's dead."

"It's okay. Thanks to you, I was fully recovered!

Sylvia grabbed both fists all the way to get in the mood.

I honestly rejoice that was good.

Even though it's almost a pattern between first encounters, I have bad dreams if the person who gave me the allowance dies.

"Uncle, are you a healer or something?

"Uncle......! No, well..."

I can't help but turn my mind to a word full of respect.

But it might have been natural to be expressed that way.

It's something I haven't eaten in two weeks, so my face is totally screwed.

Besides, I stopped getting myself together on the way, so I could stretch my hair and beard all I wanted.

I can't help but think that this makes me older than my real age.

... Yeah, I'm sure it is.

I don't think I'm normally old enough to be called Odysama.

"He's a stubborn third-rate adventurer. Rank is Ten Thousand Years E Rank. [Repair] is the only skill you can use."

"Yeah, but surely [repair] skills..."

At that time, my stomach complained of hunger at a tremendous volume.

As soon as I remember my hunger, I shrivel as I glimpse my energy to have a conversation.

"... dying"

"Aww! Are you hungry?!?

"About half a month, all the time, only water..."

"Yep! I'll bring you something soon!

Sylvia jumped out of the room leaving the door open.

From a short distance, Sylvia's voice echoes in a completely different tone than just now.

"Mother! Give me something to eat!... Oh, no! You don't want me to eat!

I was remembering my parents in my hometown when I heard an exclusive mouthpiece.