The blue light exploded into a blinding white sun. The broken sword didn't just fuse back together; it transformed. The rusted iron became celestial steel, pulsing with a rhythmic, living heartbeat.
Kaito was the "trash-tier" member of the Iron Fang party. While they swung enchanted blades and cast roaring fireballs, Kaito sat in the dirt with a whetstone and a needle. His skill, , was considered a chore, not a talent. My Repair Skill Became An Almighty Cheat Skill ...
Kaito looked at the sword, then at the man who had abandoned him. He saw the "cracks" in Brad’s character—the greed, the arrogance, the rot. The blue light exploded into a blinding white sun
"Useless junk!" Brad hissed, tossing the broken hilt at Kaito’s feet. "We’re leaving. A support who can't even keep our gear intact in the heat of battle is dead weight." Kaito was the "trash-tier" member of the Iron Fang party
In the town square, he ran into the Iron Fang party. They looked haggard, their gear battered and useless after a failed mission.
The fatigue vanished. His muscles knit together, stronger and denser than any knight's. His mana pool, once a shallow puddle, expanded into an endless ocean as he "repaired" the dormant magical pathways in his own soul.