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

Behind Bruno's fall was a dark shadow hiding his face with a hood.

The sleeved jacket has a long length and covers up to the ankle, combined with a slightly frozen posture, making it difficult to even guess your physique by sight.

The two knights returned less than two seconds after their astonishment at the sudden events, and immediately turned their cutting-edge by identifying the mysterious figure who raided Bruno as a new threat.

"Drop your weapons and surrender. This is the last notice."

Formal notice, as a member of the Knights responsible for national rights, on the assumption that it is unacceptable.

The blackened shadow showed a bare gesture as if he were trying to add a pursuit to Bruno, but decided the move would even be a deadly gap, turning to the knights with the dagger in his hand.

Yuri- and. Creepy behavior that doesn't make you feel human.

So foreign that even a fundamental question arises as to whether that is really an organism.

"I'll do it. You must secure Bruno."

"Yes."

The two knights completed the division of roles with the shortest possible interaction, without exchanging sights, and began to act immediately.

A sword flash rolling out of a gushing step.

In my eyes, the figure in the jacket jumps back and dodges a blow I couldn't even notice until I finished shaking him out.

Without letting his hair in, another knight stepped forward and ran over to Bruno, who had his neck slashed and torn and fell down.

"Breathing, pulse. Haemorrhagic arrest. Is it a temporary coma caused by massive bleeding from the carotid artery"

Hear that, exhale in relief in the shadows of things.

Being sick and weak was a concern, but if Bruno's [self-regeneration] skills are fully functional, it's the damage he can heal without any problems.

There have been several times before when he lost consciousness due to massive bleeding, but every time he came back flat.

Regardless of humanity, only resilience and sword skill were respectable men - but I guess a disease that still can't be won is a substitute for nothing really.

"White Wolf's. What the hell is wrong with you? You had nothing to do with him."

"Still, I don't feel comfortable dying facial acquaintance. Don't we have to help each other out?

"All of a sudden you leave, you just surprise me for nothing and pull my leg. Ask for the right opportunity..."

The 'opportunity' came as light as a lie, without any foretaste.

The avant-garde knight finally plays the dagger of the blackened shadow at the end of a high-speed stand-up where there is no room for me or anyone else to interrupt.

Shadow posture breaks down, creating a gap that anyone can see as decisive.

A deadly blow in here would have surely taken his life.

But the Silver Winged Knight carries the constraint that 'if possible, the killer must be captured'.

The opponent facing each other is not an enemy soldier, but a criminal.

I wouldn't hesitate to kill you if it was an unavoidable situation, but capturing you alive is your biggest task.

Otherwise, the full clarification of the case would be endlessly distant.

Therefore, what he chose in this phase was to stop the movement with minimal hand wounds.

"Phew!"

The white blade deeply slashes and rips the legs of the shadow of the blackened man.

If you make a quick allowance, no matter your life, if you hang the healing magic later, you will be made fully healed, and then you will also have difficulty getting up in this setting - it was just the blow you deserve to call it the fruit of an unrelenting training.

However, the shadow of the blackened man did not shed a drop of blood, and either he would slash (...) Ri (...) Ri (...) Ri (...) Ri (...) waved his leg (...), releasing a kick as if he were going to turn backwards.

Silver Winged Knight avoiding an unexpected counterattack with a single piece of paper.

There was a vertical cut into the torso, and there was a lot of blood.

"Hey......!?

Without letting his hair in, the blackened shadow leaped with an intact single leg, this time adding lateral rotation and shaking through the half-cut leg.

The avant-garde knight put his sword and arm around the side of his neck and stopped a kick aimed at the carotid artery - no, claws (...) ahead (...) or (...) et (...) raw (...) slaughter by a short (...) sword (...).

The sword body is severed, the blade eats into the arm and sprinkles blood splashes.

"This guy, no way......!

With the scream, the guy throws up blood.

A black shadow kicks the knight with intact legs, jumps high with its recoil, and takes another knight's head as he kicks more warehouse walls to earn altitude.

The knight instantly activates his skills, shadowing and jumping like a squeezed arrow. Double-cut the torso of the shadow without mistake.

But of the two torso, the upper body grabbed the knight's arm firmly, and when he thought that he had taken his back only from the belly, he stuck his elbow (...) or (...) et al. (...) raw (...) (...) blade (...) into his shoulder.

"Guuuuuuu...!

A silver-wing knight who falls from his head without even being able to take a passive.

The blackened upper body danced through the universe with only his arms, grabbing his lower body hips as he rushed to pick him up and resting himself in his original position.

Just a few seconds in time - whether it had elapsed after ten seconds of fulfillment.

"... stay back, White Wolf's!

Garnett rushes out of the shadows with his sword in his hand.

An instantaneous assault that doesn't take long to crack and enter.

Regretting that I should have jumped out of the beginning is just a worthless and baseless theory of consequences.

It is not regret but action that should be taken.

Just keep taking the best hand you can hit in the current situation.

That's why I put my hand on my right eye without hesitation and tried to [disassemble] the eyeball and activate the "Right Eye of Ji".

- It was right after that.

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Rigid sword that is swung down as you roar.

A shadow of a blackened man, who looked back as if he had certified Garnett as a new enemy, was slashed in two straight from the top of his head to his crotch.

There is no blood, no gut odor overflows, and only the inorganic noise as if it had dropped the pottery echoes in the back alley.

Perhaps as the knights realized before they were defeated, the identity of the blackened shadow was the doll.

Is it something that a doll that is only magically manipulated can show strength enough to defeat the knights - such a fundamental question is dispelled by the shock it receives from the sight in front of it?

It was the slaughter carried out by Bruno, who regained consciousness, that amputated the black doll.

And a slightly delayed activation of "The Right Eye of Wisdom" said that the identity of the object held in its hand was a misrilled, surface-treated (coated) sword.

No, I don't care about that.

Why is the sword stabbing through the garnet with a blade to give back?

"Garnet!

"There is...!

He screams and rushes, while Garnett retreats to the rear with his enhanced leg strength, jumping from his back into my arms.

While accepting its luxurious body, it activates [Repair] skills and looks at Bruno while healing his injuries without a trace.

"Kuku... haha... you guys get in my way too, right? This sword is so me... I wish it were me...! So oh, I won't let anyone get in the way...! Not to anyone!

Bruno's eyes, peering from under his disturbed forehead, were so open that he could no longer only think he had lost his sanity.