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

The day after his engagement with the Dragon in the fifth tier of "The Forest of the Day Clock".

The White Wolf store had its biggest buzz since it opened.

Not only are adventurers trying to gear up for the future, but even ordinary townspeople are coming to the store to buy weapons.

Sword. Spear. bow and arrow. Various weapons will be sold next.

I know why.

We are anxious about the emergence of Dragons and Wyburns and trying to prepare for some danger.

Of course, it's a natural idea to assume that an amateur has no chance of winning against a dragon opponent, but it's better than not getting ready for anything.

Besides, there is no guarantee anywhere that dragons are the only ones to show up in the 'Night's Watch Forest'.

There is no denying the possibility that even ordinary people will come out with demons that can hardly resist, in which case the presence or absence of weapons will separate light from darkness.

"Next person, please! Four daggers, four small silver coins!

"Is it a spear? About your height? Mr. Luke, where was the spear!

"Lord Luke, the hunting union has received an additional order for arrows! He wants arrows for vs. demons, not for hunting!

Silvia and Sakura were also helping me today because I was very much in a situation where I could not be judged by myself.

Still obviously not enough manpower.

It's going to go bankrupt as soon as it stays like this.

"White Wolf's, do you have a minute? I need to talk to you."

At a time when I was too busy to look around, someone with full body armor came to the counter who was clearly not a customer.

"Garnett? You came here to skip work, too?

"There's no way. Felix's guy, he says he's off today. If something happens to your boss, you're in trouble. It was sweet."

With his armor ringing, Garnett made a nasty gesture telling him to do it.

"I mean, you're already fine."

"Ouch."

"Then I asked for this. Arrange the contents of the box on the other shelf."

Forced to push a crate heavy enough that his arm was about to tremble onto a garnet that was alarmed.

"Whoa! Oh, hey, what the hell is this?

"What, a grinding wheel?

"I'm not talking about the contents! You mean work for me too!

Garnett looked unhappy about it, but even this one is not willing to pull it off.

"As you can see, I'm busy and dying. If you're not talking about a knight's job, you're behind. We can talk faster if we serve our customers."

"Yes, Lord Garnett. Look at the queue behind you. Lord Luke doesn't have time to rest today."

"Gu...... wow! You can do it, you can do it!

Also noted by Sakura, Garnett began to help display the product while getting half-yaked.

Let yourself do it. Arr, but what a strange sight for a knight with a full body armor to be working in an arms store.

Nevertheless, around holding a box with such a heavy grinding wheel lightly aside, it seems Garnet's skills are geared towards enhancing physical function.

Eventually, around evening, there were fewer guests and fewer feet, and the crowd was finally about the same as usual.

"... Phew. You're finally settling in."

I was somewhat frustrated with Garnett's visit at first, but as it turned out, I wanted to thank him enough for coming.

I really appreciate you getting the hard work done especially light.

In relation to handling a mass of metal called a weapon, the weight when you bind it is unusual.

It took a lot of physical strength just to get a crate from the warehouse in the back to replenish the product, and since we had to go back and forth today, Garnett's visit was exactly a boat to cross.

"Mr. Luke. Why don't you give me a break?

"Yeah, you're right. Isn't Lord Luke the only one working all the time? We'll take care of the store number."

"Then sweeten to your words. Garnett, if you need to talk to me, I'll listen in the back. We're taking a break."

"Huh, do it or something. I thought the sun was going down."

Take Garnett to the dining room at the store and home.

Garnett then checked the tightness of the door with care and, more importantly, took off his full face helmet and placed it on the table.

My golden hair is sticking to my face with sweat.

Probably because he ran around with a full body armor.

More than just the helmet, he began to strip down to the armor, and his upper body became an unbalanced outfit with only a thin inner that was sweaty as in the middle of summer and his lower body as it was when he was in armor.

"If you want to get dressed, why don't you do it when you get back to the inn?

"Chi. I just want to show this guy."

Garnett took the knife he was lowering to his hips and tore it vertically from the center around the inner neck.

And he spread the rift with his hands as he gently tided his cheeks, showing me around the sternum of his valley-free chest.

It's not a good thing to stare at, but the person told me to look at it, so I make a good observation.

Beautiful white skin with no scratches.

There is no trace at all of being torn by the claws of the dragon to expose the 'inside' unbroken.

"... it's nothing. I was surprised you made a mistake [fixing]."

"Oh, your [restoration] was perfect. That's the problem."

Garnett just kept saying the words before I asked him back.

"Can't you undo your skills, the wounds you've healed?

"Is...?

I tilt my neck without understanding what Garnett meant by what he said.

Undo the wound? You mean the dragon hit you? If I put that thing back, this time I'll be dead.

No matter how much, you shouldn't make that demand.

I mean, it's got to be different from that damage that Garnett's talking about from the dragon.

[Restored] Chest. Another wound I want to undo. Then the answer is one.

"Oh, I see... I had a scar on my chest before the dragon hit me, but did I get 'overwritten' by my nails? So, he just wants to undo that scar."

"That sort of thing. Can you do that?"

"He said there wasn't enough words. I don't know if I can... I can't tell you anything I won't try."

I sat down in a dining chair and poked my cheek cane at the dining table.

"Essentially, [restoration] skills are restored by reference to the memory of what was in the object, but how much of that memory can be extracted depends on the circumstances."

This will be a more detailed description of what I once made Sakura.

"Right... let's say that the surface was scraped off, for example, if there was a wooden plate with a sculpture"

It's a parable between my body and my scars.

"Correct. At this time, if a guy who doesn't know there was a sculpture attempts to [repair] at the fastest, he can return to the state of 'Ma Sara Wood Plate' without being able to draw his memory... or almost will be"

Neither did I.

As a result of our commitment to blocking fatal injuries in the shortest possible time, [repair] will be applied on the basis of an intact condition, which did not reflect the existence of scars that existed before.

[Repair] without haste would change the outcome, but that was impossible in that situation.

"I don't know if I can restore the sculpture from that state unless I try. It really involves all sorts of elements, such as the period since the sculpture was applied, or the passage of time since the previous [restoration]."

"When are the colors - and what else?

"You think it's easy to restore a sculptor if he's in the mood, and hard to put it back if he's made it right? There are so many of them."

"Wow... does that even affect you?"

Garnett distorts his expression like a bottom-of-heart pain in the ass.

I feel the same way.

Among a number of [repair] projects, the rewinding of [repair] falls into a rather cumbersome category.

"... of the White Wolf. Just try it. Please."

"When it comes to you asking me to be honest, this guy is pretty good. Was it some kind of honor injury or something? If I turn it off, it's like being pissed off by the greats on the contrary."

"I don't know... well, that's the place"

From the cloudiness of the words, apparently it was different.

It doesn't mean an injury to your honor as a knight, but a scar you never want to erase.

I have no idea why, but there would be no reason to be reluctant enough to try.

It's a good opportunity to know how far I can go right now.

"Then think strongly of that wound. If you pull your memory so hard, you might have a better chance of success."

That's the guy called 'Worth a try'.

[Repair] If the memory of dwelling on the side to be [Repair] dictates [Repair] results, maybe it makes sense.

I put my hand on Garnett's chest and quietly poured magic into him.

"Skill Activation, [Repair] Start…"

At that moment, an intense sight poured into my head.

- Flame. smoke. The mansion is on fire. The smell of human burning drifts.

The owner of the memory was drawn to a motherly woman, running down the corridor of a burning mansion.

A burnt column falls and blocks the going hand.

Looking back, the figure of a man with a sword at the end of his eyes and nose.

"Garnet!"

The mother nodded with this memory bearer - holding her young daughter.

A long sword can be protruded on its back.

The ruthless blade pierced the flesh of my mother, and the cutting-edge carved a wound into the chest of the young girl.

――――

Finish [restoration] and get your hands off Garnett's chest.

Traces of an old knife wound were floating around the center of the chest, protected just by the sternum, where there was no scratch.

"I think I could... Check it out."

"Whoa, wow! You're back to normal! Thanks, White Wolf's!

Garnett gave a juvenile full smile.

... I wonder what the hell the image was now.

Has [analysis] acted strangely and read the memories Garnett had in mind?

But I didn't have the courage to confirm that.

I didn't think it was a good area for a red person like me to step in.