Chapter 115.2. Let’s Go To Kamakura
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-Miu’s POV-
I hear a faint murmur next to me and turn my body.
The armored car is designed to be more comfortable to drive, so it shakes a lot, and the ride is not very comfortable. The only fabric covering the metal chair is a small amount, so every time it shakes, it floats up, and my buttocks hurt a little.
The shaking and the ride were different from the usual comfortable car, which seemed to make her more anxious, her eyes were moist, and her face got distorted with anxiety.
I felt sorry for being a little excited and laid my hand on the hand that was on Yamiyo’s lap.
“Don’t worry. Mashiron is strong. He’ll live.”
The man may look soft and weak on the outside, but I know he’s very strong.
“Is that so? Is my onii-sama still alive?”
“Yes. I know Mashiron is strong. Don’t you believe Mashiron is strong, Yamiyo?”
“…… I believe it too. Mii-sama, you also believe onii-sama is strong?”
“Of course I do!”
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I reply with a very serious expression. Mashiron is strong.
Because his level is 40. He’s in a strong category. The game level doesn’t lie.
Yamiyo smiled at me, taking strength from my words of belief.
She could see in Miu’s absorbing ice-blue eyes that there were no lies or tricks.
“Miu-sama only met him, and believes in him, but it’s disqualifying for me as a sister not to believe in him. I also believe that onii-sama is alive.”
Mi-Sama always gives me courage, she said, her cheeks pouting, and Yamiyo squeezes my hand tightly.
It’s Mii-sama who always helps her. That hasn’t changed since kindergarten. Yamiyo’s depressed face brightens up as she receives joy and reassurance.
“I’m glad you look a little better! So, I have a present for you, Yakiya, and the others!”
Relieved, I pick up the little backpack on the shelf.
“Hmm? What is it? Sweets? Is it sweets?”
Tamamo, who was smiling kindly at the exchange between Yamiyo and me, comes up to me with interest.
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Although it’s a game standard, I understand how tricky Tokyo can be. I used to go there often because there are many tasty enemies and materials, but it can be troublesome if I don’t have a countermeasure.
I very much don’t want my friends to get hurt or anything. So I keep my trump card open. I also trust the girls.
“Gather around, gather around. I’m going to give you this! Don’t tell anyone.”
I pull a plastic bag out of my backpack. I shove my hand into the bag and show the two gathered, face to face, what I have put away.
I glanced, but since it was in a plastic bag. The others don’t seem to mind.
Since it was in a plastic bag, the ballerinas tilted their heads to see if it was candy, but when they saw what was in Mii-chan’s tiny hand, they became dubious.
“Is that a ……… ring? I can feel the magic in it.”
“It’s a green ring. A magic tool?”
In Mii-chan’s hand were three rings. I’m sorry Ninny, but I don’t plan to give them to you because I don’t trust you.
They’re green metal rings and look unremarkable. To Mii-chan’s eyes, it looks just like any other ring. But to Yamiyo and the others who can see magic. It seems to look different.
“This is an Anti-Poison Ring.”
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I smile cheerfully and tell them. The real name is Anti-Poison Ring I, but I didn’t tell them because “I” is a strange name in real life.
“Heh~. What’s wrong with this? I can feel the magic there. If they’re all the same design, they’re mass-produced magical tools, right?”
“This one prevents poison!”
More specifically, it’s an accessory that nullifies poison below level 20. I worked hard to increase my proficiency in the 2 days before the performance ceremony.
I mastered [Mechanic III] and unlocked equipment recipes up to level 60. I also mastered [Alchemist II] and [Appraiser II]. I wanted to get prepared before I went to Tokyo.
Then, I made Anti-Poison Ring I from mithril ore, sapphire, and magic stone C. It’s not resistant to poison but rather nullifies it. The materials were expensive, because it’s not resistant, but nullifies the poison.
But it shuts out poison up to level 20, so it should be usable up to the middle level of Tokyo. And I don’t see any mana in me, but those who do won’t be surprised if it’s an accessory of this level.
I want to hide items from the game, but my best friend is important. I prepared it with great care so they wouldn’t find out.
“Thank you, Mii-sama. But can it fit on my ring finger? It’s a little big. Oh?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit baggy. ……… Huh?”
Yamiyo and Tamamo fit the ring on their ring fingers. I look at them smiling, thinking that because they’re children, they think rings are supposed to be fitted on the ring finger. They are surprised to see that the ring has changed in size exactly, but soon they have a smiling face.
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“The ring has shrunk! It fits perfectly on the wearer’s finger…I heard it from my father. This is Ross Mogamo.”
Tamamo, the daughter of a prestigious magic tool-making family, was about to exclaim, but Yamiyo quickly held her mouth.
Eh? Seriously? Weren’t you going to say “lost technology”? I mean, it’s a given that the size of the equipment changes to fit the wearer, right?
I had done something wrong. I was meticulous, but there was a hole.
It can’t be helped. I’ll show you how to fool around like an adult. That’s the power of knowledge and experience from my previous life.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
I confidently replied with a perky smile. It’s a secret word. I can’t give you rupees, but I can give you a ring.
“Of course.”
“Yes, I’ll treasure it!”
Good. If you had asked me to let you check it out. It would have been a hassle.
Miu smiled happily at her best friends who answered immediately without hesitation.
Chapter 115.2. Let’s Go To Kamakura
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-Miu’s POV-
I hear a faint murmur next to me and turn my body.
The armored car is designed to be more comfortable to drive, so it shakes a lot, and the ride is not very comfortable. The only fabric covering the metal chair is a small amount, so every time it shakes, it floats up, and my buttocks hurt a little.
The shaking and the ride were different from the usual comfortable car, which seemed to make her more anxious, her eyes were moist, and her face got distorted with anxiety.
I felt sorry for being a little excited and laid my hand on the hand that was on Yamiyo’s lap.
“Don’t worry. Mashiron is strong. He’ll live.”
The man may look soft and weak on the outside, but I know he’s very strong.
“Is that so? Is my onii-sama still alive?”
“Yes. I know Mashiron is strong. Don’t you believe Mashiron is strong, Yamiyo?”
“…… I believe it too. Mii-sama, you also believe onii-sama is strong?”
“Of course I do!”
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I reply with a very serious expression. Mashiron is strong.
Because his level is 40. He’s in a strong category. The game level doesn’t lie.
Yamiyo smiled at me, taking strength from my words of belief.
She could see in Miu’s absorbing ice-blue eyes that there were no lies or tricks.
“Miu-sama only met him, and believes in him, but it’s disqualifying for me as a sister not to believe in him. I also believe that onii-sama is alive.”
Mi-Sama always gives me courage, she said, her cheeks pouting, and Yamiyo squeezes my hand tightly.
It’s Mii-sama who always helps her. That hasn’t changed since kindergarten. Yamiyo’s depressed face brightens up as she receives joy and reassurance.
“I’m glad you look a little better! So, I have a present for you, Yakiya, and the others!”
Relieved, I pick up the little backpack on the shelf.
“Hmm? What is it? Sweets? Is it sweets?”
Tamamo, who was smiling kindly at the exchange between Yamiyo and me, comes up to me with interest.
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Although it’s a game standard, I understand how tricky Tokyo can be. I used to go there often because there are many tasty enemies and materials, but it can be troublesome if I don’t have a countermeasure.
I very much don’t want my friends to get hurt or anything. So I keep my trump card open. I also trust the girls.
“Gather around, gather around. I’m going to give you this! Don’t tell anyone.”
I pull a plastic bag out of my backpack. I shove my hand into the bag and show the two gathered, face to face, what I have put away.
I glanced, but since it was in a plastic bag. The others don’t seem to mind.
Since it was in a plastic bag, the ballerinas tilted their heads to see if it was candy, but when they saw what was in Mii-chan’s tiny hand, they became dubious.
“Is that a ……… ring? I can feel the magic in it.”
“It’s a green ring. A magic tool?”
In Mii-chan’s hand were three rings. I’m sorry Ninny, but I don’t plan to give them to you because I don’t trust you.
They’re green metal rings and look unremarkable. To Mii-chan’s eyes, it looks just like any other ring. But to Yamiyo and the others who can see magic. It seems to look different.
“This is an Anti-Poison Ring.”
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I smile cheerfully and tell them. The real name is Anti-Poison Ring I, but I didn’t tell them because “I” is a strange name in real life.
“Heh~. What’s wrong with this? I can feel the magic there. If they’re all the same design, they’re mass-produced magical tools, right?”
“This one prevents poison!”
More specifically, it’s an accessory that nullifies poison below level 20. I worked hard to increase my proficiency in the 2 days before the performance ceremony.
I mastered [Mechanic III] and unlocked equipment recipes up to level 60. I also mastered [Alchemist II] and [Appraiser II]. I wanted to get prepared before I went to Tokyo.
Then, I made Anti-Poison Ring I from mithril ore, sapphire, and magic stone C. It’s not resistant to poison but rather nullifies it. The materials were expensive, because it’s not resistant, but nullifies the poison.
But it shuts out poison up to level 20, so it should be usable up to the middle level of Tokyo. And I don’t see any mana in me, but those who do won’t be surprised if it’s an accessory of this level.
I want to hide items from the game, but my best friend is important. I prepared it with great care so they wouldn’t find out.
“Thank you, Mii-sama. But can it fit on my ring finger? It’s a little big. Oh?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit baggy. ……… Huh?”
Yamiyo and Tamamo fit the ring on their ring fingers. I look at them smiling, thinking that because they’re children, they think rings are supposed to be fitted on the ring finger. They are surprised to see that the ring has changed in size exactly, but soon they have a smiling face.
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“The ring has shrunk! It fits perfectly on the wearer’s finger…I heard it from my father. This is Ross Mogamo.”
Tamamo, the daughter of a prestigious magic tool-making family, was about to exclaim, but Yamiyo quickly held her mouth.
Eh? Seriously? Weren’t you going to say “lost technology”? I mean, it’s a given that the size of the equipment changes to fit the wearer, right?
I had done something wrong. I was meticulous, but there was a hole.
It can’t be helped. I’ll show you how to fool around like an adult. That’s the power of knowledge and experience from my previous life.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
I confidently replied with a perky smile. It’s a secret word. I can’t give you rupees, but I can give you a ring.
“Of course.”
“Yes, I’ll treasure it!”
Good. If you had asked me to let you check it out. It would have been a hassle.
Miu smiled happily at her best friends who answered immediately without hesitation.
