Magic Robot Aluminare

Since I found the broken Almunale, seven years of the moon has flown as early as possible.

Let's give a rough account of how it's been going so far.

The first thing I did was fix the situation as best I could.

Armunale in the start-up state incorporates the ability to diagnose your damage. It was used to determine where it had to be repaired before it could be activated.

Even so, almost all the joints had been damaged, and because of the crash on the back side against the cliff, some of the pipes had been filled with wax and several cables had been disconnected.

In order to fix my back side, I have to make a hole in the cliff and repair it from there. For this reason, the repair of the joints in the various parts will be carried out first, once it is behind.

The armor is well welded and no screws or bolts are found. For this reason, cut carefully with wind magic and keep it bulky for easy assembly. Plastic model knowledge from previous life was helpful around here.

And look up the bumpy Almunale skeleton sequentially from foot to foot, picking up where it's broken. We looked at places where we might be able to divert with parts on our left arm or where we might not be able to replace them without tools.

By the time I look up one right leg, six months. Three months on my left leg and three months on my right arm. It took another three months around the torso and around the neck, and I managed to examine the entire body.

In the meantime, I will use the little money I earned from the hunt to collect tools.

A child is trying to fix the armunale on his own. If that were known, the villagers could be spooked. Because of this, I negotiate directly with the merchants so that the villagers don't notice, but this was also quite a struggle.

Anyway, I was an eight-year-old and a nine-year-old. It's impossible for a child like that to want a special tool. On top of that, if they say they may seek iron pipes, tubes and cables in the future, they can't be unsuspecting.

Besides, the place is a peripheral rural with little use of iron per se. The merchant would have wondered quite suspiciously, too.

But I used the opposite here to say I was a child.

A kid who admired Armunale made me think he was trying to make something similar.

It was a little impossible, but if I showed him the basic overview there and made him laugh innocently that he was going to practice, he managed to convince me. I was paying for it.

Thanks to this, repairs using all the parts on the left arm will be completed in about three years.

By that time, Angus was also able to help repair the Armunale.

Angus, who had been practicing magic for a long time, came under the Almunale with me at the same time as he learned the magic of the mobile system.

The emotion when I saw the Armunale was the little one, but you liked this place itself, and then sometimes you follow me to this place. And while they were getting a little tools and stuff, they kind of helped me fix it.

Angus' fire magic would have been the most helpful part of Angus' participation in the repair. It's easy to get the same firepower from your fingertips as a gas burner. Pipes with a pair of tweezers and places I'd like to weld a bit would have been more difficult if Angus hadn't helped me.

That's how the years pass, today in the eighth year.

Finally, all the first aid repairs I could fix were done.

"We finally did it. Whoa, whoa!

"Congratulations, Eldo"

Me and Angus clapping beside me as I raise my roar watching the Armunale.

Angus also grows to be fifteen and is increasingly polished by beautiful girls. The hands that are supposed to be working in the field have remained soft on how they are doing, and they have also allowed the second growth to take place and emphasise their femininity. Angus' mother has quite the size, and I guess Angus will be bigger in the future.

"Thanks to Angus for helping me. Without Angus, the next two years would have been stretched."

"That's not true. Eldo, you worked so hard, I could fix this far. What's more, you're gonna do a startup experiment, right?

"Oh, right. Then Angus will evacuate us to the top of the cliff. I don't know what's gonna happen."

It's an amateur built aircraft. It can be all kinds of distortions.

The possibility of armor blowing out of the distortion and involving Angus in the clap that moved the fuselage is not zero. So ask Angus to evacuate to the safety zone exactly.

"Yeah. Good luck with that"

That's what Angus says. When he lets go of me, he runs out of Kawahara and chants.

"Flare booster, double installation. Start"

Then two transparent booster-like objects appear next to Angus' hips. This is the foundation of Angus' mobile magic.

It is by ejecting fire from these two boosters that acceleration is carried out.

He climbs a cliff like he's used to and waves at me when he gets to the top.

I looked back at it, too, and boarded the Armunale cockpit.

"Now, you start it up well."

Open the fuel valve with a familiar hand and press the start button in. Various meters moved and low vibrations came from under the seats.

I'm used to it so far. It has been repeated hundreds of times in eight years.

And this is my first task from here. For nervousness or to soak up the sweat gushing in my hand, slowly stepping in the hood pedal.

The generator's output rises and the meter's needle gradually climbs up. The first time I did this work, I threw up an error along the way.

Look at the meter to see if the needle exceeds the middle.

In addition, the panel was stepped in and the output was raised.

"Go, go, go, go, go!

As well as the output increases, the sound sounding in the fuselage changes to something big.

The needle of the meter entered the secondary stabilisation zone, sounding like the engine sound of the jet.

"Wake up! Armunale!

I push the start button for the first time.

"How about that!

Check the various meters, maintain them in the output secondary stability zone, and manage to operate in all yellow, although not all joint parts and all green. Head movable camera, activated. Hydraulic pressure in all parts, no abnormalities. Gyro balancer running normally. Concentrated Magic Liquid (Hymagia Liquid) Residual 10%. Estimated time to act, five hours.

"All right! It's up!

Started up fine on the system side! Nor have the various meters thrown up errors. On the data, this Armunale can move!

Then there's only one thing to do.

Make a real move.

"Start with your right hand"

Slowly operate the operating lever at hand.

With a giggle, his right arm slowly rose and became horizontal with the ground.

Press the button attached to the lever and each finger is firmly in motion.

"Me, I'm moving the robot! He's manned a human robot!

Inspiration coming out of the bottom of my heart.

I noticed tears spilling out of my eyes. Eight years of bitter season. I finally got here.

"I still have the energy residue. Then why don't you let me get up?"

If I could, I would have replenished the concentrated magic liquid (Hymagia Liquid), which I could not make and replenish unless it was a special factory managed by the state. As a result, even if I use it while saving money, it has been greatly reduced. I don't know how much fuel you consume when you actually move it, but 10% would be a tough number to move it satisfactorily. But if we just let this fuselage stand now, it shouldn't be a problem.

I've never practiced maneuvering to make him stand, but the way he did it was well documented in the basic overview.

I memorize the whole contents of that textbook. Even recitation is possible now.

So fine. If you do as that book says, you can move it well. Some behavioral errors should be compensated for by a manoeuvre operator (senseboard).

"Pushing the hood pedal in, lifting the slot with one leg -"

It moves slowly and securely, one by one, as if to follow the procedure of transmission in order at the teaching house.

Armunale went along with it and slowly moved his legs.

Pull your right foot, and slowly raise your hips as you step on your left foot, knocking your torso forward.

The balance is unbalanced without the left hand, but the gyro balancer and the manoeuvre operator (sense board) automatically fix it.

Slowly the visibility in the cockpit increases and the visible range widens slightly.

One knee standing to further up.

"Get up!"

I shouted unexpectedly as I took the final steps. Try to respond to it, and the Armunale will rise to momentum.

"Yay!

This may not be a great step for mankind, but it is a great step for me.

Look, Angus is also jumping with Piong Piong on the cliff. I guess there's something emotional about it.

So I manipulated the overhead switch and activated the microphone and the sound collection.

These two are magic. Speaking of how it is exercised, it activates the magic written on the manoeuvre operator (Sense Board) by consuming concentrated magic fluid (Hymagia Liquid).

Modern times might be close to feeling like a beam weapon.

Almunale can only activate magic written on a manoeuvre operator (senseboard), but its scale is not comparable to that of a person, as it uses concentrated magic liquid (hi-maggia liquid).

As far as I'm concerned, I wanted to rewrite this manoeuvre operator (sense board) and make it my original fuselage, but unfortunately the basic overview said very little about manoeuvre operators (sense board). He's the brainchild of the Armunale, and he'll probably need more professional knowledge.

"Angus, can you hear me?

"Huh!? Eldo, your voice has grown louder!

"I hear you over there, too. It's his magic."

"Wow, I can do that, too. Congratulations more than that! You're finally up and running."

"Oh, that's it for now. I have to check everything after this to make sure there are no abnormalities."

I'd love to move it, but this guy's a repaired fuselage out of motion. I have succeeded in standing, but it is not necessarily that something has not happened where I cannot see it.

Be careful, under thorough safety control, we have to move it.

"Copy that. I'll go that way then."

"Oh."

Open the hatch and move from the cockpit to the shoulder.

The landscape, which is about four meters higher than the view we have seen, feels like something else than usual.

There, Angus jumped.

"Congratulations again"

"Thank God. Thanks to Angus for helping me."

"Thank you very much. And give me my best thanks."

"I'll think about what I'm gonna do."

I've been asked to thank you a lot. What the hell am I supposed to prepare for a level of gratitude equivalent to fulfilling my dreams?

Well, come on, let's think about it.

"Well, let's get started."

"Yeah."

We jumped off the fuselage and started checking the fuselage.

In the quiet woods, the giant's footsteps echo.

Slow steps at a time are tailored to the soldiers at its feet.

All the groups of soldiers, to a total of twenty, were on horses and wore the same armor dyed in black.

"I guess there's really a village ahead of us, huh?

A big man walking in the lead stares at a skinny man tied to the back of a horse beside him.

The skinny man was frightened by the gaze and replied with a trembling voice.

"Yes. It's a small rural area, about to come and sell things once a month..."

"That's when you said you've sold iron, copper wire, and special drivers?

"Yes...... yes it is"

The skinny man was a merchant who regularly came to the villages of Eldo and the others to sell his merchandise.

"Captain, aren't you overthinking anything at all? I can't believe you're building an armunale in the countryside on the border."

The voice was heard from an almunare with a visible red line over the sky, on a black base.

Still young, bright voice.

"There is a deep valley beyond the village. That's where it was once the front line of the North-South conflict that took place bisecting this country. It's not a strange story to have the Armunale left at that time. If you're going to believe this merchant story, you're expected to have one left in pretty good shape. Maybe the generator's alive. You're lucky you got this information before the army in this country. Thank you, merchant."

"Hih..."

Merchants who happen to have pollo spilled in their booze seats selling parts of the machine in the peripheral villages now deeply regret it.

There is only one such thing as this world wide, such as an organization that can move the Almunale, without being involved in the country.

A large group of mercenaries, du Reveple.

I don't have a home country, I don't have a base, I don't have a head. It is a dangerous group in which each person moves independently and with his or her beliefs and desires.

If you name that name and adhere to the laws of Du Reveple, you will be allowed to belong. In other words, it's close to the Alliance.

Those who participate in the war. Something that scratches the war around. Things that fade in the war. Everyone makes fighting a business and has nothing in common but living in war. As a result, it was difficult to deal with in the country.

"If you could get that, the captain would be a powerful man at once! We have money in our pockets and know-how."

"Naturally. No troops still hold two Armunales in Du Reveple. We'll get it first, and we'll name the Elshalds as warriors."

"It's good to work hard, but don't forget my reward. Otherwise..."

Instead, Armunale's right arm stretches into the pattern of the sword, swinging its sword through it in a smooth manner.

The wind that winds up is about breezy, even though the huge mass has moved. The horses were marching without looking particularly concerned.

But suddenly one of my men, who was moving backwards, screamed.

"Ugh, wow!

"What's up?

Oh, my horse's neck.

The tip pointing with a trembling hand is the neck of the horse on which his men are riding. The neck had been severed as if it had never been there from the beginning.

But the horse keeps walking with the man on without his neck, seemingly unaware that he has even been beheaded, and eventually snaps and collapses into the roots of a tree that jumps off the ground.

The man on board, he can't get up off the spot with his hips out.

"Feltze!"

"Haha, it's a little entertaining. But you know what I mean, right?

"I know! I'll have the best battlefield for you."

"That's fine. As long as you give me a place to fight, I'll follow the captain."

The voices heard from the Armunale are innocent everywhere. Innocent, she conceived the madness and shook up the crew.