The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

My armor is complete.

When Amako and I heard the news from Mr. Farga, we first went to call for Mr. Aruku and Nair, who were resting in their room. Mr. Alc was awake, but Nair did not come out even though we knocked on the door of his room.

I turned the doorknob and found the door unlocked, so I went in to find her lying on her bed with all her limbs thrown out.

I was disgusted by her carelessness and decided that it would be difficult to wake her up in this state, so I covered her with the bedclothes and left the room.

In the end, the three of us (me, Amako, and Aruk-san) came back to the hall where the throne was located.

The only person waiting for us in the throne room was Norn. Where is Leona?　I asked her if Leona was waiting for him, and she said that she had already gone to see Falga.

We headed for the basement as soon as we arrived at the hall.

We stand on the floor in the center of the hall and go down to the basement like an elevator. When we arrived at the basement in a few minutes, we saw the large body of Mr. Farga and Ms. Leona standing in front of him.

Was they talking about something?

Master Farga took one look at us as we came down to the basement, let out a deep sigh, which was not like him, and spoke to Leona, who was slightly downcast.

"Leona. Don't forget what I just told you. If that's what you want to do, go ahead. But understand that it is an abhorrent practice."

"...... Yes."

She bowed silently and looked back at me, seemingly a little overwhelmed.

Perhaps Norn-sama thought the same thing as I did, but he approached Leona with a worried expression on his face.

"Leona, what were you talking to Mr. Farga about?"

"About the next battle with Kalon. She was scolding me for saying something unworthy of her earlier. Don't worry, it won't affect what we are going to talk about.

"...... so."

About the battle with Mr. Karon, huh?

I'm sure he's not lying, but it's still a little bit tricky.

Norn-sama doesn't seem to be able to explain anything either. .......

"We have been waiting for you, Usato.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. So, I heard you finished my armor. ......"

Not exactly finished, but one step closer. It is you who will complete it."

Me?

Don't tell me this is going to be technical?

Pointing at myself in surprise, Mr. Farga continues to speak.

Don't worry, what you have to do is not so difficult. The important thing is to have a clear intention. What kind of power you seek, and how you will handle it, will be the core of your desire that will give form to your armor.

A silver sphere flies out from Mr. Farga's mouth and floats around him.

Perhaps that was the small sword of the brave I had given him.

The sphere stopped in front of Farga, and then it came in front of me. I received it with my right palm and felt a strange sensation from the sphere, which had no definite shape.

"I wonder what my armor will look like. ...... What do you think Amako will look like?"

"A club, a mallet, a morningstar, an iron ball."

"Can you tell me why it's a blunt instrument?　Okay?"

Now I know what kind of image Amako has of me.

I think I'd fit right in with the blunt objects, but I'm not savage enough to have that image of me.

"Ha-ha-ha, Usato-dono seems to be good with shields and such.

"I can also think of an armament that takes advantage of his agility: ....... Hmmm, Usato has so many possible candidates for armors, it's hard to predict what he will come up with. ......"

On the other hand, Leona and Aruk are serious about predicting my armor.

In fact, I myself do not know exactly what kind of armor I want. I have an image, but I am not sure if it is the right armor for me.

"Mr. Farga, after this ......"

"Just remember. Just remember what you are, what you have been. Then my fragments will naturally take the form that best suits you."

"My,path......"

I meditate, feeling the presence of the sphere on my palm.

The beginning of my path so far began on the day I was involved in Inukami-senpai's and Kazuki's summoning of the heroes.

On the day I arrived in this world, I joined the lifeguard corps.

Trained by Rose, I ran through the battlefield for the people fighting for the Kingdom of Lingle. As a member of the lifeguard corps, my deepest desire was to help those who were hurt, to prevent anyone from being saddened by someone's death, to be recognized by Rose ......, and to help Inukami-senpai and Kazuki.

In Lukvis, he met Nack.

He was suffering from Mina's abuse, and I pointed the way to the rescue squad. It was the same way that Rose told me what I should do in this world.

The evil dragon we fought on our journey to Samaritan.

The resurrection of the evil dragon, which was also the cause of this incident, was at one time a major event that almost put many lives in danger. In the end, Amako, Mr. Arc, and Bulrin joined forces to defeat the evil dragon, and the matter was resolved without the loss of any lives.

And then, the curse of Samaritan.

The Princess of Samaritan, Eva, struggled to destroy the curse that had been eating away at her body. All this was caused by a sorceress who had been seduced by the existence of a hero, but in the end it was resolved by freeing the souls of the people and the royal family of Samaria who were trapped by the curse and by restoring Eva's stolen body.

It was a long but short road.

I was seriously injured, my spirit was almost destroyed, and my life in this other world was filled with so many ups and downs that it is hard to imagine, but strangely enough, I didn't think it was hard.

In any case, I met many people in this world.

The countless connections I have made with people, just off the top of my head, are proof that my journey so far has not been in vain.

So, I want to cherish those relationships.

I don't want the power to hurt someone or to defeat someone.

I want the power to protect. The kind of power that can repel any threat as long as I can reach it.

"......The sphere of Usato's hand changes shape: ......"

I open my closed eyes at the sound of Amako's voice.

The sphere on my palm was shining and flowing, covering me from my elbow to the end. I was strangely calm at what would normally have been a startling sight.

After about ten seconds, the light that covered me from my elbow to the tip of my hand emitted a rainbow-colored light, and then dissipated into the air as if it had burst into flames. What remained on my arm was a silver basket hand.

There were no fancy decorations other than the scale-like patterns of Falga, and there were almost no gaps, but I did not feel at all that it was difficult to move it.

"This is my ......."

It is more like an armor than a weapon, but in a way this shape was to be expected.

I tried to rotate my wrists to test it out, but it was still much easier to move than it looked.

"......As I thought, you are different from that young fellow, aren't you?"

"Mr. Farga?"

Let's see what you've got.

Yes, sir.

He shows his right hand to Falga-sama, who looks at him with deep emotion.

His eyes showed a magical pattern, which brightly illuminated the hand.

After staring at the hand for a few seconds, the expression on the face of Mr. Farga became slightly distorted. Is something wrong?　Then, Farga-sama, who had erased the magic from his eyes, opened his big mouth and started to laugh.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"!?!!"

"Lies!　Falga-sama laughed!

Not only us, but also Leona and Norn who knew him were astonished to see Farga-sama laughing so loudly that it echoed in the basement.

Finally, after a while, Master Farga looks down at us and says in an amused voice, "I'm so happy!

I'm sorry. It was so unexpected that I couldn't hold it in. It's been a long time since I've opened my big mouth and laughed. I thought my heart had withered away and that I would never laugh again, but you never know what might happen.

"Oh, um, is something wrong ......?"

Oh, no, I've made Shenlong laugh.

The evil dragon was giggling vulgarly, but I didn't think that I had not only surprised but also made Mr. Farga laugh.

Could it be that this is not a good thing?

As I was worried, Falga-sama pointed at my cage hand in a rather good mood.

The baskets you have created are incomparably strong and impenetrable. High heat, cold air, and even magic cannot pass through it. Simply put, it's just an incredibly hard basket hand. That's all."

"You said it so simply, didn't you?

"Normally, this armor would be branded as a piece of junk. That's just as well. A basketsuke that is merely hard has too limited a use. But if you are the one to handle it, it's a different story. Leona, you who fought Usato, you know what I'm talking about."

Leona nodded mysteriously at the sound of Mr. Farga's voice.

"This is exactly the cage hand for you. If you are able to detect threats with your excellent kinetic vision and reflexes, and can repel powerful forces with your physical strength, you will be able to handle it more than adequately.

......I think I'm finally starting to understand my fighting style.

This cage is not an offensive weapon, but a shield that repels the attack of the opponent.

Being impervious to everything, it can grab even the blade of Mr. Karon's cold-air-clad axe.

Best of all, it can be integrated into these few days of training without a problem.

"So, you mean to say that this is an invincible handbag that is impervious to everything?"

"Of course not only that. You can try to put some magic power into the hand.

"?　Yes. ......!?"

I put the healing magic into the cage hand as Farga-sama told me, and immediately understood the difference.

The magic is more smoothly manipulated than before!

I can make a healing magic bullet in less than a second, and I can put a considerable amount of healing magic in my palm.

What's that?　Isn't this something that can be done in various ways if we can devise some ways to manipulate the magic power?

A bursting palm of healing magic for emergency evasion, or a random bullet of healing magic for group battles.

I told you.　A basket hand for you.

"But isn't this ...... plain?"

"I'm not complaining, am I?"

No, but...

It's just a hard basket hand that assists in the manipulation of magic.

It's just like me... I can only use healing magic.

"Up until now, everyone to whom I have given a piece of my body has created powerful weapons. The young one is a pair of swords that contain and release all things. The runaway Kalon took hold of them and transformed them into an axe that freezes all things. And yet you have created a cage that is merely hard, with no offensive power at all. You can't help but laugh at this."

"Uh, uh, ......."

"I'm not trying to put you down. In fact, I even admire you for the way you are. You have created a weapon to protect, not to harm, Kalon the dragon, and you are certainly qualified to possess my weapon.

I don't have that big of an idea to praise you for. .......

It's just that I didn't have an image of myself as a strong force. .......

"Well, even if I had a big weapon, it would be a waste of treasure, and I would probably hesitate to ...... use it. If that's the case, I think it's much better to hit like me. ......"

"Yeah. Yes, that's more like Usato."

Oh, no, I dug my own grave.

When I tried to insist that I had not done anything that would be praiseworthy, Amako caught me off guard.

Moreover, she is standing by my side, tilting her head curiously at me as I falter in my statement.

"I entrust you with a piece of me. It was originally the gift of a brave man, but now it belongs to you.

"Yes."

"Take my piece with you on your journey ahead. It will be a pleasure to see what happens to someone I recognize."

Once I saw my own basket hand, I nodded clearly to Mr. Farga.

Master Farga meditates with a satisfied look in his eyes and opens his mouth to us in a quiet voice.

Then we are done talking. You can take the rest of the day off now.

With these words, Mr. Farga ended the conversation.

We followed his words and moved from the basement back to the surface ......, but I froze for a moment when I saw the basket hand on his right arm.

Amako tilted her head at me after I had been silent for a few seconds looking at the hand.

"Usato, what's wrong?"

"Sorry, I'll be back in a minute."

"What?

I run back to Mr. Farga, who is about to return to the fountain.

Amako and the others, worried about my condition, chase after me from behind, but I show Farga the basket hand on my right arm as he turns to look at me.

"Um, ...... excuse me. How do you remove this?　I don't think it comes off normally. ......

"I must say, you're not tight, are you? ......"

"Usato, that's not going to happen. ......"

I was worried about the basket hand that was almost one piece with the arm and what if it remained like this forever, but Mr. Farga and Amako behind me looked at me with dismay.