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

- Noir got sweaty and dirty in the cold shower and returned to the bedroom where the ladies continued to cheer each other on as long black hair sucked in the water with a towel.

Just four people in a four-man room.

It feels like space is being used without being overwhelmed.

As Noir snuck down into the corner of the story circle, he let his gaze wander subtly to see if he had ever changed while he was in the water bath.

At the heart of the conversation is the brave Ezel.

I kept actively swinging from myself about same-sex and the desire to chat, as if I were just trying to satisfy myself here.

Sakura joins the conversation with her long, moist hair naturally dripping onto her back without brackets, as usual, while taking care of her knife.

And Hild kept his head hidden in a hooded room outfit, and he seemed to be pinching his mouth on rap on topics of interest.

The situation has not changed at all.

Noir begins to take the hair oil Erica formulated for me out of her luggage and apply it to her damp hair, with a strange sense of relief.

While doing so for a while, I realized that sometime Brave Ezel was staring at this one.

"... oh, the...?

"Hmmm...... I still wish I had long hair"

So is Erica, who gave me hair oil, but I often find myself getting compliments on this hair with wonder.

As far as I'm concerned, I think straight brunettes are prettier like Sakura.

"I know it's tough to take care of, but I'm jealous that you might have some ingenuity."

"Aren't they going to try to stretch it?

Hildo casts a simple question on Ezel, who rubs his own hair, which is never long.

"Hmm, because I knew moving around hard was going to get in the way. It's troublesome to straighten things up only when fighting. Maybe I can handle it up to my shoulder?

Ezel said that much and then looked at him when he noticed a long-haired swordsman sitting in front of him.

"Speaking of which, what about Sakura around there? It's been a long time, but won't it get in the way? I wonder if it doesn't bother me because I travel and fight instantly in [shrinkage]"

"Me? As a matter of fact, don't lie if you say you don't feel disturbed."

"What, really!?

Ezel embarks on an unexpected response.

Noir didn't react noticeably either, but it was quite intriguing inside.

"I hear that hair is excellent as a cursive medium. So I took the time to stretch it out, thinking it might help stabilize the divine descent."

"I see... it was pragmatic."

"In fact, during the divine descent, my hair and flames feel mixed together, so I'm guessing it had a certain effect."

Noir is also well aware of the high affinity between hair and magic.

Few old style demonic props are supposed to braid a woman's long hair as an ingredient.

However, better materials have become more popular these days, so using hair for magic items would be as good as if you wanted to be bound by classic (classical) styles, or if you could produce them for a small amount and at a low cost.

On the other hand, even Noir, who lacks friendship with other wizards, knows several wizards who are stretching their hair for purposes like Sakura.

As effective as it is, the idea of making the most of something that just keeps growing alive is by no means uncommon.

Of course, it is not uncommon for wizards to cut their hair short and aligned because of the annoyance of creasing and caring for their movements.

A unique case in point, so much so that I've heard rumors of a level of inadvertent suspicion of authenticity that I stopped long hair because it soaked my hair in a large kettle in the formulation, as I do every day.

"(... after all, you can't speak well)"

Easy on my own mouth with my heart.

My twin sister (Blanc), who was sociable, could have told me what was on her mind as a funny and funny topic.

That I used to use my hair as an ingredient for demonic props.

That there is a wizard who ruined his long hair many times because of his coarseness (there) and gave up and turned it into short hair.

Both must have been sufficient seeds for a story to boost this occasion.

"Mr. Noir, after all, is that why you're stretching it?

"What...!? As, well... that's the place..."

I am surprised that Ethel suddenly pointed me at the spearhead of the conversation, and I respond with no contents.

But not really.

The reason why we started growing our hair so much was because Bran said it should look good on us for a long time.

Again in a way that missed the opportunity to provide a topic, but I feel good about that just this time.

- In the first place, Bran was criticized for doing what he deserved.

That he proposed to leave Luke inside only the 'Millennium Corridor of Naruto', albeit to continue his exploration.

That he has betrayed humanity and become the spiritual soldier of the Demon King, albeit to avoid being modified into something that no man can.

There is also an end to blame for myself for acquiescing about the former, which has been treated as resolved with Bran's death, but there is no substitute for it being a delicate topic.

Besides, it was my sister, herself, who laid hands on Bran.

I am convinced that it was a responsibility to be fulfilled as a body, but I also understand that there are those who take a heavy look at the fact that killed my sister.

Statements that could destroy such a pleasant air should not be made by mistake.

Chest pain pushes me to the bottom of my heart and now I just enjoy a seat of cheer.

"... Mr. Noir. Where did you buy that hair oil?

Unexpectedly, Hild brings up a completely different story.

Noir responded with a voice somehow, while stuck in confusion.

"E, Erica, but... he made it, he gave it to me, he..."

"I see. I might be happy to give it to Angelica... Oh, Angelica is the leader of our Knights"

"... then... later, make more... and ask, I'll try..."

"Is that true? Thank you. That's a pharmacist... you can make these things too."

casual everyday interactions - it is only by the presence of countless coincidences and heartfelt people that I can talk to someone else like this.

Noir chewed on his luck, which he might not have said, but he put his thoughts to his sister, who could not grasp it.