The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Minutes to go back in time.

"So, do you have any requests?

Donald suddenly asked them that.

It was them who suddenly showed rigidity, but it was surprisingly Rin who returned to it as soon as possible.

"My ability is to copy the abilities, skills, and weapons of the person I was talking about. That's the last ability I saw - that is, the state I saw on the screen at that time. I can summon weapons and protective equipment that have the same performance as you just said. What can I do?"

She did, she bowed forward and mouthed.

Then Donald nods, without being frightened by its ability to be too cheesy, to spin the word.

"Even if you can copy abilities, you can't even copy pureblood goddess vampires and their ridiculous resilience, can you? Physically."

"...... hmm. Maybe... but I think if I get a heart attack, I'll die. He's not recovering that fast."

Rin said so remembering that footage he saw a few months ago.

That footage only transferred their battle from the middle of the way, but the rate of recovery of the wound then seemed slight. The array was a sole that also surpassed the Rin in Executor mode.

That's why Rin said...

"Then you don't need a weapon for now. The power of Uroboros in the artifact, and the divine sword... what happened after that?

"The Great Sickle and Grapenil of Adamas. And heavenly feathers slaughtered."

"... you've got another name that looks bad. Well, for now, that's fine."

When Donald said so, he pinned his index finger and said:

"In the meantime, I can't tell you that if you add more weapons, you won't be able to handle them. Whatever genius that is, you can basically use it at once... right, about six dagger swings. Big Sickle Rope? Was it a chain? No, it's just a cane, a dagger, a knife. They can be used because they can be converted instantly, but more than that, they lose power in reverse. That's why it's a special protective gear to make this one."

To the words, Grace, who was listening by her side, nodded yeah.

Once in his training years, since he woke up to various powers. Ginn asked Grace:

"I have a lot of weapons. Dagger... not now, but a knife on a cane, a big sickle... a rope. I knew it wouldn't taste good to add more than that...?

I guess Gin knew somewhere.

That's why he asked the question, and Grace said the same words that Donald had just said.

"You're an idiot, aren't you? Of course you do. '

And.

It feels completely different to be irritating if you have different number of characters, but what you are still saying is exactly the same. That's what I said about Grace.

gossip.

"According to the story, the man was destroyed with his weapon, wasn't he? Then I think it would be better to make protective equipment..."

Rin, who showed a lot of thought to the words, leaned down a few seconds later. Face up and gaze at Donald.

"Mm-hmm. That sounds kind of better. It's about your brother anyway, and there are more weapons. Even skills are becoming more irregular. Then I'm in favor of going to protective gear."

"Okay, so it's your call for now."

That's what Donald nods.

And tell.

"All right, you guys are bothered, so I want the same weapon, the same gear, and they come together and fuck me."

The legendary blacksmith was a pain in the ass with first-rate arms.

"Well, then the three of us would like to ask you with a 'wand'...... are you still out of specialty?

It was your chef who said that.

Behind him were the appearances of Aisa and Kyoko, each of whom served as a guard. What the three sought was still offensive, or resilient, not defensive.

But Donald is only a forger. It's impossible in common sense to ask someone for a cane like that.

But...

"Is that a wand? I don't get a lot of requests, but you can make them at your leisure, okay?

"" "... Huh?

Three people who point their eyes at the words.

Yes, Donald is known by the name of "Legendary Forge Man" but the fact is that "Armor Maker" is more correct, and he can do all kinds of "Armor" to a very high standard, from not having much to do with sculptures, canes and other forge men to weapons protection equipment.

Instead, it cannot be called 'combat-friendly', but it is also overwhelming from the weak. Donald, Eloise.

"Well, I'm not gonna make it if I don't tell you sooner."

"Ha, su, sorry! I'm all attribute magic around phantom magic, Kouri is healing magic, can Machida please be highly adaptive anyway?

"I don't know your name... well, I've accepted it"

While Donald says so, he punches and writes down those requests in his notes.

I guess I would have to tell you something more accurate if I were you, but a legendary blacksmith can guess the whole thing just by looking at the other guy. Well, actually, fine-tuning after I finish making it is essential.

When Donald finished writing them, he turned his gaze to the next two.

There's Kyosuke Hanada from Knoppo Tank and the sheaf from the party, the cat and the strange look.

"Hey, I'm lost, but can you do me a favor with a shield? As big as possible as this shield is or slightly larger, and the weight should not be too light."

"I'd like to ask you with a dagger! I also thought about protective gear, but it doesn't change my exposure to lighten myself up indefinitely. Then a dagger would be better! I'm using the length and weight right now. I'd like to ask you to feel the same way."

That said, each, the Great Shield, and the two men who show their daggers to Donald.

Donald takes them in hyeoy hands and looks closely at Hanada from all angles elsewhere with a sad look, "Oh, that, even though I'm heavy with one hand..." he shakes gently to ascertain the weight.

"Mm-hmm. Your brother's going to be muscular when it comes to the big shield, and it's not a problem. The lady's dagger... is a little silly short. When you put the length in this position…, try to feel like a magic sword so that you can stretch out with magic."

"Damn, can you do that!?

Strange surprised me.

But Donald nods naturally and returns them to the two of us.

"Well, physically. It's hard to stretch your body...... or unless it's a special material. You won't be able to use magic to create your body, usually a dagger, or a long sword when your opponent is big. I think you can make a magic sword that you can use that way."

And oddly enough, your eyes sparkle.

"By the way, the money... that's all it's gonna be"

"Yo, the world is so intelligent!!

Nyah, and.

I heard a cat squeal coming from somewhere.

"Is that the two of them that stay..."

That said, ahead of Donald's gaze, there were two figures with knives on their hips.

A young man with dark hair and dark eyes - Kuse Ryuma.

Girl with one hair and black ponytail - Yuka the little birdie.

First, Yuka told Donald this when she realized she was being gazed at.

"I want you to make the strongest sword you can think of!

To that, Donald, who had been asked for many years, also peeled his eyes.

Normally, she makes a knife to match her opponent's body and how she fights, but this girl ignored it and wanted a 'strong weapon'.

Donald tried to inquire about it,

"It is second-class to make the weapons you deserve and to keep the shackles in the knife named your limits. If you are first class, you should evolve yourself so that you can use your strongest sword!

The words also have the look of surprise to other faces who were listening to it.

She's stupid and pompous, but still that arm is a first-rate swordsman. That is enough to follow the princess of the kingdom of harmony, Smeragi Ouka, on her shoulders.

That's why she went out of her mouth. Yes, she declared that she would soon be able to use the strongest knife, showing it with a grand chest up.

(Damn... Isn't that cool? Yuka)

Kuse smiles at Yuka's words and turns his gaze to Donald.

There's a lot of readiness in those eyes.

"Hey, Mr. Donald. My sword..."

Dogahhhhhh!!

Moments later, Grace and Donald opened their eyes to the magic of the explosion that rang all the way inside that cabin and began to be felt at the same time.

"Hmm!? This is an error magic!?

"Dude..., this is awesome. But you can't win. Isn't that a level of magic?

Kuse leans his neck unexpectedly on the words, but they also stiffened themselves to the magic that began to be felt shortly afterwards.

What began to be felt was enormous, and a perplexing and blackening flow of magic. But Kuse and the others only noticed the magic a few seconds later than Grace and Donald.

This instant difference.

That was also the difference between them and their strength, and Kuse learned so much about the fact that he didn't like it as he drowned in cold sweat.

The magic struck him, or his body shuddered gawdly, and Kuse slaps his fist to his own knee to stop it.

He then munches at his trembling body and throws a certain question to both of them.

"Hey... what the hell is an error class?

The words contained a tremendous hope that you would stay out of my expectations.

"" Hmm? Further up EX ""

From that word, the existence of hope could not be felt either.