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

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

Are you confused without being able to recover from the shock of massive bleeding, or is this Bruno's idea now?

It's not what I found out which way.

There's only one thing that matters. That guy hurt Garnett. That's all.

"Bruno, you!

"I don't know who gets in the way! I'll kill you! Whoever it is!

My words and so on were as if they hadn't reached my ears, and Bruno quickly stuck the Mithrill sword that he had switched backwards against the wall of the warehouse.

"They're coming!

"Buh, crush it!

A slash released from a blade swung out backwards slashed and tore several warehouses in a straight line, causing them to collapse and pour avalanche-like debris down on us.

Bruno's laughter echoes amid the noise the warehouse turns into rubble.

"How about that! With the sword of Mithril! I have the power of old..."

"I see, is that the motive"

The rubble collapse stops and returns to its original position as if to reflux the void, regaining the shape of the warehouse district.

I know Bruno's skills. including how to apply them.

That is why the response measures could also be taken quickly.

Rationally, the same means used in base defense in the Demon King's War.

Immediately after he discovered that he was going to destroy the warehouse and bury it alive with an intense slaughter, he left the magic of his [restoration] skills running around in advance.

Shortly after the debris refluxes and the road opens, the garnet pierces from the front and taps the blade into Bruno.

Two waves of misrillic swords that clash and scream.

Neither Garnett nor Bruno have the skills to use it in their hands.

Hit him from the front, slash him down, slap him down.

A head-on battle that is simple but therefore inexcusable.

Bruno's advantage is his skill and experience as a veteran.

Each hand of the offense is accurate, and even if it subtracts the decay of the flesh, it has not yet lagged behind the garnet.

The opposing Garnett is trying to push the technical disadvantage through with a fierce offense.

Garnett's physical enhancement skills are superior to instantaneous output (type), and Bruno's is superior to continuous output (type) similar to Sakura's.

If we even bring it into the short-term showdown, Garnett has a minute, even considering the physical abilities and physique differences of the vegetables.

But Bruno should know all about that, too, and unless he's even lost his mind as a swordsman with sanity, he should wage a battle based on it.

To that evidence, the injury was accumulating more and more on its fruit garnet, while at first glance the garnet seemed to stand in its favour.

"Garnett, heal!

"That's what I'm doing... mountains!

"Absolutely! You're not on track, Luke!

Speak up so that Garnett and Bruno can roar as they engage in a spectacular slaughter knot.

"There's a de third class that only [repair] could do! Focus on your fucking business! I didn't know you'd get in my way!

"Don't blame me! Though I guess Temé just fell on his own!

Emotional bumps that were neither reason nor anything.

I decide I can't break into this intense meeting and get into treating a knight knocked down by a black doll.

Do what you can now - that's what we should do.

That's why Garnett waves his sword. I heal my wounds.

"There's a fucking kid! If it weren't for Luke, you'd be dead! That's a great slap!

"Oh yeah! I'd be done without Luke!

A blow clashes as they try to play each other's swords, and a tremendous noise echoes in the back alley.

As Garnett jumped backwards with instant enhancement, he wielded his magic through the blade of Mithril, shooting out a magic slash with Bruno in his face.

Bruno cut off the blow, which seemed difficult to avoid because it was a narrow alley.

"It's warm, you fucking kid!

"Damn!

Bruno packs his time with tremendous speed stepping in.

Garnett grabbed up the hem of the longer skirt and slipped the blade of the missle to tear the sides of the skirt apart to the ground at once.

"- I'm not dying!

Swords that are swept through at speeds that you can't even see.

Garnett, however, took advantage of the range of leg motion improved by tearing his skirt apart, avoiding it by opening his legs wide and bending to the ground rinse.

"Wow!

Garnet's body bounces like an open dial strip (spring).

A thrusting kick rolled out with his legs almost in a straight line, kicking Bruno's jaw to pieces and floating his body in the universe.

"Grrr......! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I don't even wait for my feet to come on the ground, and Bruno waves his sword down.

Almost simultaneously, Garnett flipped herself, releasing a slash that slashed up diagonally from the bottom.

Blood scattered.

Bruno's blade deeply slashes Garnett's cheek, engraving so many lacerations that he might see his oral teeth.

And the blade that Garnett rolled out had completely severed Bruno's arms from around his elbow.

"There is...!

"... Huh!

A spinning kick released from thin legs slams Bruno against the warehouse wall.

Without further ado, a full weight spike pierced Bruno's torso and stopped him from sewing his flesh into the warehouse wall.

"... Ha ha..."

"If [self-regeneration] can be used, you won't die this much. Make it big till the knight gets here."

Every time I utter words, the wounds on my cheeks move painfully, draining red blood on my jaw and neck muscles.

As soon as he tried to rush over to [repair] it, Garnett looked back with a pitiful laugh.

That seemed really pathetic - it was a laugh of self-derision as if I'd given up something.

"Evil, no, of the White Wolf. I knew I looked good in these outfits."

Clothes ordered to look good on a (...) l (...) ma (...) are dyed red with their own blood and returning blood, and the longer adorable skirt is ripped to the ground to reveal one leg.

The self-derisive cheeks were slashed and torn unharmed, exposing a painful cross section to the outside air just by watching.

"I won't stop fighting until I've served my purpose. That's why I'm wearing this zama without even a pattern on it. If you liked me dressed like a woman, you'd better reconsider now..."

"You're an idiot, you. Really stupid."

"... it is."

Ignoring Garnett's reaction to say something, he starts [fixing] while he keeps talking unilaterally.

"I told you earlier. You look great in both outfits. I'm not the only one who liked it. In the first place, I knew you were the one who wouldn't stop fighting."

It blocks the wounds on his cheeks and heals the cuts he has sustained all over his body.

"The usual you, the dressed you. Even if it's bloody. I'll take it all flipped... no, I want to take it, I want you to take it... oh, that's more accurate this way. Anyway, that's the thing."

Remove the blood stained in the clothes with [disassembly], and also knead the torn skirt at your feet to [repair].

"That's it. You look great."

"... you really..."

"If you cut yourself and fight, I'll fix anything. So you just have to do what you want."

"As for the area, well... I mean, I trust you..."

Garnett frowned and mumbled, shifting her pale, reddish, scratchless face.