Overgeared

Ttang.Ttang.Ttang...

Back in the smithy, Grid overcame his mental fatigue. It was different from the concept of recovery. It wasn't such an exaggerated thing after seeing through the trap hidden in the mental image enhancement and feeling the existence of the myth predators. It was a level of holding on and waiting for the forced log out time. It was comforting that his stress had been relieved in the process of testing Michael's Power.

"......"

Grid was absorbed in the blacksmithing when he was startled by something detected with his developed senses. He smelled the faint scent of wax mixed with the burning white phosphorus wood.

'Wax?' The smell of ammonia also grazed the tip of his nose. It was a smell that didn't fit the smithy. It might be weak, but it was right to classify it as a bad smell.

Grid turned his head without stopping his actions. A familiar middle-aged man was entering the smithy. It was an impressive-looking man with thick eyebrows and strong eyes. Looking at the sleek muscles of his arms, he might seem young, but in fact, he was an old man who had lived for hundreds of years.

"Biban!"

A tower member who had done a lot for Grid.

The 1st Seat, Hayate, acquiesced to the presence of the insane dragon iron and Nefelina while giving him the infinite sword energy and dragon scale as a gift. The 3rd Seat, Radwolf, gave him the magic machine production method and the moon night iron. He also gave a lot of advice. However, Biban particularly helped with the Undefeated King's Swordsmanship. He generously taught (?) Grid the Matchless Heart Technique and allowed it to be gifted to Mercedes and Piaro.

"Welcome. I'm glad to see you after so long." A smile appeared on his face. The grinning Grid put down the hammer and greeted Biban.

"Haha, how have you been?" Biban also smiled brightly.

It would be frightening if anyone who knew him saw it. The founder of the Matchless Style, Biban was famous for having a temperament that was violent like the Matchless Swordsmanship and for his difficulty in being caught, akin to flowing water. Biban rarely revealed feelings of affection toward others. He paid respect and praise to Muller, who was a greater talent than himself, but he had never shown such a proper and careful attitude.

"The quality of your work has become even better. I can see that you've been working tirelessly." Biban looked at the items displayed in the smithy and sincerely praised 'Blacksmith Grid.'

"Biban as well..." Judging from the smell of wax and ammonia, he still seemed to be trying to clean the tower. Grid respected him for fulfilling his responsibilities.Grid was trying to express his thought to show favor and praise, only to close his mouth in surprise. He quickly looked for another word to add, but he was too late.

"Um...?" Grid stopped talking and made a subtle expression, so Biban sensed something suspicious. He cocked his head as Grid continued, "...I guess you've grown. Biban, the last time I saw you, I thought you were just a great man. Now I'm seeing you after so long and I feel respect toward you. I realize exactly what it is like to feel respect and fear."

"......"

words continued, Biban's expression gradually changed. He was still smiling, but his

but I can't stand it anymore. Look at Muller. The moment he found my traces, he was startled and was busy bowing. He deeply respected his great predecessor. It was much worse when I was young. I used to bow whenever I saw the shadow of a predecessor who left their name in history.

"......"

react when you say that you finally respect me? Hey, should I thank you for respecting me now? I am older and I should be careful of falling leaves. Then what if you try to hide your unpleasant inner mood only to lose control?

"......"

Grid's joy disappeared like it was a lie and he started suffering. He

my junior to do better. What can I

originally such a person and bowed without saying much. He learned in the past that it was better to apologize in

truly apologized even if it was below Biban's expectations. The new generation these days... Biban clicked his tongue. "It is to this extent. I'm angry and sad, but as an adult, I should understand and be generous. You seem to have grown a bit in strength. I can understand

was that his temperament itself was violent. It might be a symptom of the eccentricity of a genius. He evaluated a target based on level. He saw it at face value. It wasn't a

person was Grid. Grid shouldn't be evaluated based on level. His status should be discussed. However, Biban was overlooking this fact. He made the same mistake even though he acknowledged his

for hundreds of years thanks to Biban's constant mistakes and him needing

Grid reacted somewhat emotionally. Putting aside his liking of Biban, he couldn't help

the tower member, he climbed to the realm of skills beyond the ordinary, so he was interested in why Biban regarded it as no big deal. He wondered

arrogant when acknowledged by people. He

favors so far, such as fixing the Undefeated King's Swordsmanship and giving life advice. Now this junior who forgot his kindness suddenly looked pretty again. It had been a long time since he had seen

blade. It was a product of the 'heart examination' that entered the

happened the moment Biban asked

the 9th Seat of

Former

window popped up in Grid's

Former

[Difficulty: SSS+

Biban, founder of the Matchless Swordsmanship and member of the Tower of Wisdom, wants

is a favor so

Conditions: Win or lose

Depends on