Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

"Toe, dinner?

Thor, immersed in a deep alcoholic finish, woke up feeling something hit his face.

Looks like he overslept again.

When I opened my light eyes, I had a child with purple eyes with blonde curly hair.

I'm tummy on the bed, touching Tor's face with pets.

Thor also reached out and grabbed the child's cheek and gently extended it to him.

"Morning."

"Morning?"

"Morning greetings."

Thor, waking up and stretching, passes his foot through the leather shoes as he sits on the bed.

He apparently slept with Moo, the kid he picked up last night.

Thor, who remembered something important, hurried and looked around on the bed.

Unfortunately, there were no two figures, black and striped.

Find the leather top that was left undressed instead.

"Toe, it's hazy!

"You're always down. Wait a minute."

As I tie my shoelaces, Moo hits me on the round back.

Thor paid off evilly, slightly surprised by the high temperature characteristic of the child.

Stand up, put on your clothes, wrap your hips, lower your sword, and wear a backpack.

Having completed a series of operations to flow through, Tor takes care of the leather that has finally been skipped.

Having done his homework, Thor reached out his right hand to Moo, who rolled over the bed.

The barefoot child opened his purple eyes slightly before clinging to jump.

"Then wash your face and have breakfast"

"Is that dinner?

"Say hello to your landlord and Sola."

"Morning, you're the one. Let it go!"

At the end of the breakfast the three headed was behind an alley facing the north boulevard.

The letters on the sign above the old wooden door are faint and illegible.

So nobody knows the name of the store, so it's just called the armor store behind the alley.

And that was the only shop that worked.

Pushing the door open, the distinctive smell of processed leather hissed inside the dim shop.

Alongside one side of the wall is a drawer with a handle.

From the ceiling, several animal leathers can be seen hanging.

The large desk placed in the center had unmade rolls of wooden hammers, morsels, and oddly shaped knives.

I don't have any specimen protective equipment.

So if you don't know, you won't know what store it is and you'll be confused.

The armor store behind this alley was a fully ordered shop that only handled ordered items.

"Whoa, it's you. What are you doing here?

The shopkeeper, wearing a black leather apron, greeted me with a variety of mouthpieces that I didn't think were in the customer service business.

The elderly man's name is Lamou. He's a bearded father.

Thor and I have known each other quite a long time.

"I was just asking you to order. Are you busy now? Oh, man."

"Don't you see? Always neglect to take care of this guy immediately. Fuck you, man. You cracked it. You got a hole in it."

Pointing to a pile of leather protective equipment waiting to be repaired placed in a corner of the desk, the shopkeeper exaggerated and let his shoulders shrug.

"In that respect, you're only first-rate. Yeah, you still seem to be using it beautifully."

Thor, remembering this morning's deception, scratched under his chin in silence.

Lamou, in a slightly better mood, asks for help.

"So, I might have misheard you, so I'll make sure. You came here to ask for an order?

Suddenly a new pair of shoes came in.

"Hmm, that doesn't seem like a particular problem."

Lamou, who saw Thor's scratchless leather boots as chilling, continued his words in a perplexed manner.

"And I just want to make sure one more thing, these guys, they know you?

Pointing to Sola eagerly peeking into the table at a distance that sticks to her side perfectly.

And the other one. Open the drawer on your own and stare at Gasogoso and the children fishing inside with a troubled face.

"Toe, I smell a lot from here!

"There's beeswax in there. Whoa, don't poke me in the face! You're in danger, kid."

"Uncle, is this a tool? Oh, this is weird, too."

"We're a little close, miss. It's the first time we've met, and this sense of distance just isn't right."

"Look, say hello to both of you. It's the owner's favorite. You look scared, but your arms are top notch."

"Hi, this is my wife, Sola"

"That's an eyesat. Morning!"

"You, when did you get married? And even the kid..."

Running over with patties and sandals, Moo clings to Thor's hips with momentum.

I borrowed an old Yuryl, but it's not the right size.

The child, whose cheeks were pulled by Thor by the punishment of opening the drawer at will, laughed with joy.

"No, I'm just keeping my acquaintance's daughter. This guy picked it up yesterday."

"I see, is the order for these kid's shoes? I don't know, do something fun. Look, kid, I'm gonna get you a foot shape, come here."

"All right?!

Place the corner-moulded smooth leather on a wooden pedestal and let it step on top to mark with charcoal.

"You'll be big soon, and I'll give you a little extra time. Shorts are fine, right?

Though the boots basically have leather or wood soles, the shorts with short lengths often just stitch the smooth leather together in a bag shape.

The advantage is that it won't last very long, but the price is low and the finish is fast.

"This is it? Toe."

"It's to keep your feet from getting dirty. Right, please be soft. Feel like the back of a cat's foot."

"What the hell. Do you want me to stay?"

There are two types of leather used for leather protective equipment, the first to simmer the skin intact with slime body fluids and apply beeswax is solid leather.

This is very hard and has a high absorption rate of shock, but it doesn't last very long and if you fail to take care of it, it will crack quickly.

The other is smooth leather.

This one is flexible and comfortable, but slightly more durable than regular clothes.

And Thor's favorite molar leather tops and underwear had further sharpened the smooth leather and thinned the thickness.

He is very good in the part where a monster's attack just blurs and breaks it, but doesn't inhibit movement.

This dish was made in consultation with Lamou many times, with the aim of condemning the attack.

"And in the meantime, there was a cape you were foolish enough to cancel your order. It's made of hippocampal leather."

"Oh, the one where the order was also flown because the order owner was flushed into the river? You guys have too much business like this, not at all."

"If it's still there, can you re-tailor it for this guy?

"Hmm, it's a loss of sales, and I appreciate it. If you don't have to pack the length, you can do it in half an hour. Shoes last two days."

"Okay, so do me a favor."

"Oh, okay, so maybe you're willing to take this kid around outside?!

When Thor nodded, the shopkeeper suddenly stood up.

Keep goofing the thumb you put up towards the door.

"What's that? Eisatsu, To."

"That means let's go outside, Moo."

"What are you thinking? Have you finally lost your mind because you have been single too long? He said he was trying to make a share of the kid that would die soon. You know I hate that kind of wasted work."

To the shopkeeper angry at the slightly uneven point, Thor let him scratch his jaw just a little bit.

He is extraordinarily skilled and works fast, but he is twice as committed to leather.

No, it's because I'm strong, maybe I'm a celebrity.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you, old man. But don't worry, I'm going to use it for a long time."

"Sounds like it. I know how it feels to be able to float with you, but what good is this little kid out there?

"He's small, but he's brilliant."

The child, stroked in the head by Thor, looks up strangely.

The shopkeeper, who was looking at the two on the rare face, shook his head sideways as he roared low.

"I've known you a long time, so I don't give a shit. I know it doesn't look good..."

Nor does Thor think that words alone can persuade us to do so originally.

I chose this store because I have good arms, but more than that, I am a hard-mouthed man whose shopkeepers hate to talk in vain.

"What I'm about to show you is no need to say anything else, mister."

"Hey, don't touch yourself -"

Lamou clogs his words as he suddenly tries to yell Tor, who reached for leather armor waiting to be repaired.

The tear, which was said to have been torn apart by a red crab giant, had disappeared without a trace.

"... what?

Skilled tannery artisans glimpse the solid armor of pork leather taken from Tor.

You weren't convinced, put the demon stone in the lighting board hanging from the ceiling to brighten up your hand, and then review it again.

Lamou, who had been looking into it for a few minutes, finally lifted his hands and shook his neck to the side.

"Is that an eyesat, too? Sola Nee."

"That's gone - I mean, Moo."

"I have no idea. I can tell if you've done something with it, but it doesn't leave any marks. Look what I didn't do from the start... what the hell did you do?

"It's my skill. I can finally get this far."

The complexion of the store owner changed sassy.

Hold your breath and stare seriously at Thor.

Eventually the face was overflowing with full joy.

"Really? Finally? Whoa, whoa, you did it!

Rameau, rushing over, slapped Tor's back flashly.

I also imitate Moo and bang him.

And Tor stretched out his cheek.

"No, no, not if you're happy. If they get a repair job, they'll make half the money."

"I don't want to be your apprentice at this age. I want to continue my adventurers... with these guys. This skill is also valid for humans, so it is not easy to die first. How do you feel about getting me a job?

If this were the shallow human language of dating, Lamou would have shook his neck to the side.

Big trick, laughing with his nose.

But the Tor in front of me is a man who has used Lamou's leather protective equipment over and over again.

The words quickly become obscure, but there is no lie in the leather used.

"Fine. I'm gonna make you something nice for the kid."

"Thank you, old man. So, I'd like you to take a look at this place."

The order worked, so Thor is in the deal that was meant to be.

What Thor pointed to was the robust armor of hippocampal leather, which had also been repaired at some point.

There must have been an unbroken tooth mould bitten by a rock lizard, but it's vanished beautifully.

"How... Yeah, no, what happened to the repaired leather? I know the tear marks stick, but what's the point of blocking them to the hole?

"That's the power of my restoration. I'll make up for what I lost."

"............... what the hell!

"Oh, if you get dragon leather protective equipment..."

"No, then how about some white weasel leather that's still easy to get? That's pretty rare too."

"Actually, there's a limit to how much you can do."

As a result of a previous examination by Tor while cutting the corners of the angular mole, the limit was about 30% of the parts lost in < restore > could be supplemented.

More than that, it seems, because they recognize the locality as a lost being.

I couldn't restore it at all if I tried cutting some of the material.

This would also be due to the fact that the brain would limit the range of < restore > as a material in that state.

"Right. So you're saying you can't take a large amount without a pretty big protective gear? Um, I have a handover, so I can handle it. All right, then, do me a favor!

The elderly man, who sounded his nose joyfully, offered one hand gleefully.

Grip the toll back hard, too.

For some reason, Sola has been laying her hands on top of it.

Moo also imitates.

The magnitude of the laughter echoed from the back of the alley was such that several passers-by accidentally stopped on their feet.