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."

"......"

changed. He was still smiling, but his eyes were

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. Yet you barely have any respect for

"......"

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? Will you be responsible if I become

"......"

suffering. He hoped that Biban would get to

wanted my junior to do better. What can I say if you take it in such a manner that you're afraid? Are you going to just shut up

the past that it was better to apologize in a gentle manner. If he refuted even one word, saying it was unfair or not right, he might

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

member. The problem was that his temperament itself was violent. It might be a symptom of the eccentricity of a genius. He

fact. He made the same mistake even though he acknowledged his mistake in the past. He didn't change. This was why he worked to clean the tower

of years thanks to Biban's constant mistakes and him needing to clean the tower

somewhat emotionally. Putting aside

to the realm of skills beyond the ordinary, so he was interested in why Biban regarded it as no big deal. He wondered about the basis for the undervaluation. His competitive spirit rose and his

He relaxed when he succeeded in raiding Michael. Even

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 someone direct a competitive spirit toward him. Even Muller respected him as the Sword Saint who created the Matchless Style. It was because

a golden glow. It was a sharp light like a blade. It was a product of the 'heart examination' that entered the target with just willpower and it penetrated into Grid. "You are a human god. You aren't like a normal kid. Yes, so you aren't convinced by my evaluation? Then shall you use your body to check

the moment

reached with the 9th Seat of

hidden quest ★Duel with the Former Sword Sword Saint

window popped up

Former Sword Sword

[Difficulty: SSS+

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