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

Soon afterwards, me and Garnett decided to pull up from Knights headquarters and head back to the White Wolf store.

There was a harvest...... I want to think it should be, but there is also the trouble of an unexpected right eye injury, and I'm not happy to let go.

Physical damage caused by excessive magic exercising loads is in itself a phenomenon that can occur in a variety of skills.

But in the case of the 'right eye' it is special in nature and composition, and I have to say that I am optimistic to consider it cheaply just a natural phenomenon.

"(But what the hell triggered...?

Explore your thoughts as you walk the short way to the store.

Whatever the principle was that crackling wounds occurred, there is no doubt that the cause was in the analysis of the two-wielded sword.

The question is what inspired it.

"(... for now, I can think of about three candidates for reasons...)"

The first is the pattern in which the very fact that you were looking at that sword sparked.

In this case, there is a simple compatibility issue, or because one sword or the other was special, there is no longer a need to take it too seriously.

The second is because he continued to use his powers without pinching the rest (interval).

The usual exercise of the 'right eye' was in the form of letting it only be activated for now and reaping the benefits by (...) coagulating (...) et al. (...) at the necessary time.

In contrast, the idea is that flesh has screamed at its load because it continued to draw strength for quite some time this time.

If I were to express myself in a simple metaphor, even if I could go back and forth a few times without any problems if I just carried heavy objects, my arms and legs would come along if I stood up for a long time holding objects of the same weight - to that extent.

And the third is the so-called 'last straw'.

A certain horse was carrying luggage up to the limit weight critical, and when he put a grab of straw on its back, the horse couldn't stand the weight of the luggage and his spine broke and died... metaphorically.

Sometimes even a really trivial push can be the last step beyond the limit.

It is arguably the most pessimistic hypothesis I can think of that the accumulation of loads that I have ever continued to use the 'right eye' almost crossed the limit at that moment.

"(The man (Alphazur) said the same thing about the 'right eye' was true of the divine descent. If it's the same as when Sakura was about to be drunk by a leech, it looks like the second most likely...)"

As I kept walking without looking before as I contemplated, Garnett accidentally spoke in a bright voice out of the bottom.

"Did you or did you not behave like that to your ezel opponent before? You're breaking it. You're making me feel better."

"Hmm? Oh... because he said it was a troublesome thing to be alienated if you found out your identity."

When Ezel found out I was a princess, she wanted me not to build a wall because of it.

"Then I thought it would be just as comfortable... did you care?

"No way! He didn't feel bad either. I don't know. You're welcome to break it off with your friends."

"Good for you. I thought I'd upset you again. I sweated cold."

"Hey here. Again, again."

Garnett stared at this one as he walked right next door.

From what I've seen, it's a very conscious reaction.

He thinks the unexpected strength of monopolistic appetite is one of Garnet's virtues, but that's just how his best friend wasn't eligible for it.

I appropriately misled and dived through the doors of the main office that was open, and I just raised my voice that Erica, who was the store number, was just fine.

"Ah! Welcome back, Store Manager! Just now, can I have a word?

"I'm home. What's wrong?

"I'm a customer to the manager. I'm Travis, the adventurer."

"Travis?

That's a rare visitor, for sure.

I often work with that guy's party, but it's surprisingly rare for him, the leader, to visit our store.

The reason is simply because you are an A-rank adventurer.

If it's a matter of being an arms dealer, it's enough in the branch before the dungeon, and if it's a matter of being a Knights, it doesn't make sense to come to this store.

"Layla's dealing with you, were you okay?

"... that means Leila's okay, right?

I go into the back of the store to meet Travis for now, remembering a little anxiety.

A sneak peek into the living room I also use for the reception was where Leila and Travis were pinching the table across from each other and having a clumsy conversation.

It was mainly a situation where Leila was talking and Travis was turning to her listeners, but the topic was interrupted and she couldn't talk much, and I could see the excitement and shame mixed in with distortion (snoring).

"You seem to be working hard..."

"Wait a little longer before we go in?

Between my torso and the wall, Garnett screws my body and makes a face all the time.

Neither Leila nor Travis seemed to notice us, but somehow we feel like we're thinking to each other, 'Wouldn't the shopkeepers be back soon?'

Not because I don't like the current situation, but in the sense that it's about to exceed my mental tolerance (capacity).

"No, no, A-rank is busy."

Now Alexia's riding herself out from behind me all the time.

What an odd situation it has become to sneak observe men and women interacting clumsily, dressed as three overlapping against the wall.

"Well... I'm pretty sure Travis is busy. Making you waste a lot of time... no, that doesn't go into waste...?

"Luke, too, because I know you're glad your friend finally brought up a floating story. Look, look, I'm in. I'm in."

Alexia pushes my back from behind, and Garnett pulls it together and pushes it into the room.

And Leila and Travis were both greeted with a horrible, or unfortunate, look.