Real Cheat Online

In dim vision, the sound of striking iron rings in a uniform rhythm, each time a small flash of yellow and red scatters the skin around.

Time, heat, shredding nerves.

But the iron that gradually takes shape in front of me, the weapon, the passion, makes my soul burst.

"- Right here!

At this time, at this angle, with this force!

"Okay, this is-"

With all the spirits in your body, this wave...

"............ failed"

"Oh, my God! You're telling me you're not!? How many times has this happened?

"Ah!?

A small fist bone feel lingers on the back of the head. Looking back, the Lord, who had released his fist bones, was breathing whooply into his fist, which had only slightly turned red.

"Oh, you stonehead!

It's a rambling argument. Beat it out of yourself, you wordshit. But it is sometimes necessary to bow your head even if you know it is unreasonable. Especially in the relationship between master and disciple.

"I'm sorry, Master"

"Hmm."

Hands around your hips and proudly exaggerating your little breasts are NPC girls with blacksmith skills who compete for one or two even in this town of Tosa as my master.

Instead of having human-like ears, he has a small, semi-circular ear on his head, with a fluffy, round tail coming out of his hips.

"Look, I'm the one in the town of Tosa with no one in line for a blacksmith, and I'm deliberately giving you time? This is amazing, isn't it? Well, thank God for that, huh? You know exactly what that area is?

"Yes, I know, Master"

To my reply, the raccoon type beast girl, with a slightly dissatisfied eye, says all she needs to know.

"Do you know why that just failed?

"Uh-huh... timing, angle to punch in, force applied or subtracted. I thought it was all perfect..."

To the words, the raccoon girl in front of her emits the air that told her to spread her hands aside.

"Not at all. You didn't even look at the iron breathing. I'm just beating iron to my liking."

Mmmm... in reality, I didn't think you were going to be told what I'm going to say to my disciples, in a virtual world - and by a girl considerably younger than me.

"Specifically, where could it not have been?

The procedure was perfect. From the master's mouth, it was probably not a good time to hit the iron, but I don't know exactly how it was bad.

"So you're breathing! Lend it to me!

When you take the blacksmith hammer forcefully from me and push it over, the little girl's butt rides Tosun in the big chair you were sitting in earlier.

Look at that.

Heat is applied to the iron mass (ingot) and the girl hammers it with her thin arm.

"Fine, here - here! And... Ugh! Next - Gackien! One thing too - yah!

Desperately trying to understand what one explanation does not specifically convey to the tympanic membrane.

"Here's the docker, docker. Because it's not Burn!

I can't. I don't understand Nagashima. And how can you be more powerful than me with this girl's fine arms?

The iron that can be beaten changes its way as if it were destined to be the optimal shape, and Ingot and Hammer elevate its production to something lively whenever it is beaten.

But there's only one thing I know. That means this girl is a hell of a blacksmith. Occasionally he seems to use special skills, but otherwise he moves like a really sophisticated, blacksmith ideal. If this was a reality sight, not a game, I would have felt terribly jealous of this girl.

"Fine, Hanzo? It's important here! Here - Pompoco Porn!

Master, I don't know the last one.

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"Ha, ha, ha. So what is it? Are you at that girl's place now? In reality, you are taught directly by that human national treasure and are considered one of the best mason players in this virtual world. Ha ha, this is a masterpiece."

"Don't laugh like that, Mr. Smith"

Behind the Sakura store, enjoy coffee with fellow artisans Smith, while blossoming for artisan talks. This is my third favorite time these days.

"It's a girl, for sure, but her skill is certain. Even without my skills, my arms are clearly more than mine. It's really worth learning."

If you can handle that phonetic sound, yeah.

"Right. Well, whatever it is, it's more than that because you seem to enjoy it."

He said he enjoys it. That time is here recently, because it's my second favorite time.

"That kind of Mr. Smith is in a good mood today, too. Are you sure it's going to be done?

Mr. Smith laughs a lot when he says he's listening.

"A big one. All you have to do is take a test shot with the boy and you'll be completely finished."

"Really? I'll keep that for a while."

"Oh... not until Shikoku and Chugoku are cleared."

We artisans accidentally chose this Sikoku area, but they also chose the Chugoku area. I can't help it because we weren't meeting beforehand, but it's a little too bad you can't see their doozy nearby.

"But what Mr. Smith is doing is making the original bullet, right? If that's the case, Soo, can you ask for anything else besides you?

The original bullets made by artisans can only be dealt with in shooting jobs, but in this world shooting jobs exist quite a bit.

An excellent sniper for rifle shooting, starting with a gunner who can handle two pistols. Artillery capable of using bazooka. Archer specializes in bows, though not guns. These days, there are even gun jockeys who are said to be rare. It shouldn't be that hard to ask for a replacement.

More importantly, Mr. Smith is now a leader in bullet development in this world. There will be plenty of players who want to pay for it but cooperate.

But earlier, Mr. Smith closed his eyes and slowly shook his neck to the side.

"The original bullet is certainly handy. But the original bullet doesn't seem to go so well with the shooting arts. It won't be affected that much if it's about an explosive shell or a full-armour bullet, but anything with a strong incendiary or signal bullet or something tends to reject a lot of art. It's the ultimate in armor incendiary shells and red lotus armor bullets."

"That's... well, then surely only you can ask for it, Saw"

As I learned a while back, Sew, you seem to have a style that barely uses art. So I highly doubt how he reigns as a top player, but pursuing this place is going to leave him, and neither I nor Sakura, and Mr. Smith, have touched it there.

"That's right... besides the fact that that kid is giving me a hell of a real feedback on how he felt when he shot him, how he ballistic he was, and how comfortable he was with it. I can't take the place of the boys."

Soo, you're a substitute... it seems hard to find in humans.

"That's why it's nasty to stop at nothing. The most fearsome bullets that can only be used by kids are also interesting, but it is also fascinating to make a cohesive bullet with high performance that is versatile. Now I'm gonna make you a substitute to overshadow the common sense of the shooting job."

You're icky, Mr. Smith. This isn't if I'm depressed, either.

"I'm going to finish the ultimate swing, too."

Thousands of brilliances in the back of your eyes, stronger cementing your determination to get through hell's training - and the door opens lightly,

"Is that it, Mr. Smith? No, I can't believe you're not in the workshop."

"Oh, my lady. What's wrong with you, miss? I thought you were in the dungeon."

"I don't? I'm studying cooking from Sakura ~"

"Ho, so the cookie in that hand is plugging into us?

"Hanzo thought it would be easier for many experimental animals to gather clinical data, so Mr. Smith would be fine."

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Under the gaze of an adorable woman with cookies served on a large plate and my beloved wife with a meaningful grin behind her, Experimental Animals Nos. 1 and 2 extend their hands to cookies in horror.

And...

"" Gahhhhhhhhh ""

This is my favorite time here these days.

This moment when I'm in the space with Sakura and she smiles so tightly is my, happiest moment.

Except my mouth is bitter, hard and painful......