Chapter 54: Chapter 52: Re-crafting the black gauntlet

They didn’t make it far on their way towards it, unfortunately, as the boy had remembered yet another important expense he needed to undergo, and much to his own chagrin, forced himself all the way back towards the old granny’s shop, where he’d managed to bargain away with her for a bunch of spare parts for the Midnight Gale, as well, reducing his credits down to ‘129,700’. In total, he’d gotten himself about six extra side doors, two extra replacements for each windowed surface, and about twenty or so assorted pipes and ducts only Akane really understood about, just to be safe, before just barely evading another one of the woman’s merciless candy rampages.

It wasn’t that they wouldn’t necessarily be able to handle themselves without those things, considering that despite not having gotten her own vehicle back, his alleged ‘sister’ had actually inherited a fair bit of random junk, mostly fuel and extra brake and suspension components, she’d be glad to lend him from that random mob from a short while back, which, even if not the most appropriate to fix his car in case of an emergency, was still perfectly viable for him to meld together into weapons using his skill, which, at least in his own mind, was really what counted. However, he had no choice but to acknowledge they were better off preparing for the worst case scenarios.

Still, Haruto couldn’t help but grumble some more as they moved around the city’s minor streets. He wasn’t very happy with how much money this had all cost him, in the end, but he figured at least the few repairs and upgrades they’d managed had been well worth the price. Adding to that, he still had, if nothing else, a good amount of spare credits to throw away at their remaining errand, arguably the most important of them all.

This ever-stretching shopping trip of theirs had hosted quite an interesting amount of events so far, nevertheless.

“Man, I’m really starting to notice an interesting pattern with these shopkeepers…”

“Sh-Shut it!!!”

“That’s rude, big bro.” Akane had told him, self-righteously, though she was still laughing like a hyena.

Perhaps her being his sister really wasn’t that far off, after all.

And with all of that out of the way, then, they’d reached their final destination at last. Suzuka hadn’t seemed all that sure about this one, but he and Akane, on the other hand, thought it would be worth giving it a shot. If something went wrong, they could always leave, after all.

“You really think this is the place…?” matchsticks muttered, frowning a bit.

“Definitely! This is where all of the Godfather’s team leaders went to get their gauntlets fixed.” replied Akane. “The management’s a bit shady, but they never deny good money.”

“Boy, am I glad to hear that…” sighed Haruto in defeat, giving a lasting glance to the credit values in his status screen.

The final shop was a suspiciously narrow-looking workshop right at the edge of town. The streets were oddly empty in that area, giving him and Suzuka the sense that virtually anyone could try and liquidate them from a distance, since obstacles were so few.

(Well, whatever… This is the last one, anyway…)

The interior of the shop looked disturbingly empty, built entirely in cracked cobblestone and dirty with soot and oil throughout.

Aside from that, there was nothing particularly striking in the place’s mostly grayish, murky interior. All throughout, lay countless, moldy-looking, full, cube-shaped metal platforms, which, at least to him, seemed to resemble some sort of oddly put-together tables, and there were also the occasional shelves along one wall or the other, mostly filled with nothing. The shop was rather poorly lit, too, only a single, formless light-source set over at the entrance, right over the head of the workshop’s singular employee.

There was a single shopkeeper at the counter, clad in likewise sullied, casual-looking attire, clearly snoring with his face buried in his arms. Though the trio couldn’t quite see him clearly, they would tell he must’ve been relatively young, maybe twenties or thirties. Probably only took up the job to look after some decaying store so he could pay some bill or other.

Haruto took the chance to sigh again.

“Uhh… Do I wake him, or…?”

“No need.” said Akane, waving the idea away. “This place is mostly automatic, anyways. They only hire the occasional staff to look after the system every once in a while.”

“Convenient.”

“It’s how ‘underground studios’ work around here. Eastern authorities use them a lot, since they’re faster, cheaper and more practical than the official way, though obviously not legal, according to the lord’s ‘mandates’, so to say. Of course, mercenaries, or fugitives like us are also welcome, since all they care about, really, is making money.”

“Good.” nodded Haruto. “Guess we don’t have to deal with anyone’s questions, then.”

“Not exactly.” said Suzuka. “Just because everyone is equally in the ‘wrong’ for coming here, doesn’t mean his goons won’t be tempted to shoot us in the back if they run into us, anyway. If we need to take care of anything here, we’d better be quick.”

“No complaints here.” shrugged the boy. “How do we do this, now?”

The blue-haired girl pointed towards one of the farthest corners of the, granted, fairly small store, singling out the largest table in the establishment.

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“The bigger they are, the better chances we have of nailing the repair on the first try. You know, without wasting any parts, or money.” she explained. “And we’re in luck tonight. Seems no one’s coming to get anything fixed here, at least right now.”

“Awesome, then. Let’s hurry while it stays like that.” he opened his inventory, making a run for the rusted metal table at the end of the small store, followed closely by the two girls.

Upon reaching it, a tall, wide window took form before him, displaying a long, utterly nauseating list of options and respective prices each for slightly different kinds of builds, upgrades, dismantling and overly specific forms of modification for an endless assortment of portable weapons, weapon parts, among other tools and items. He could barely even process what he was even looking at, quite frankly.

“Okay, this makes no sense… How am I even supposed to…?”

“Over here.” pointed Akane.

She directed him straight to the bottom of the window, where a narrower tab reading ‘Item Detection’ sat, rather inconspicuously.

“What we want to do here is fix something you already have, not reinvent the wheel.” she giggled. “You just need to let the system register the remains of the Liquid Spear, and then each of the broken parts, and then all that’ll be left is to work with the system to bring it all back to a hundred-percent.”

“Right…”

Tapping the ‘Item Detector’ option opened up a prompt to his inventory, where he selected what he had left of the broken gauntlet, which immediately took form, hovering right above the ‘smith-platform’, as she called it, palm-side facing downwards.

About a dozen new, tiny glass-prompts then materialized all around it, replacing the previous cluster of menus floating before the three of them just a moment prior, leaving him once again at somewhat of a loss.

“The shop’s system’s been carefully designed to detect any kind of tool, even forbidden weapons like these.” said Akane. “In this case, it’s been registered as a damaged weapon, too. Those things moving around it are pointing towards each of the broken points, where you want to use each of the fragments to seal it back up again.”

“I see. So, if I click one of these –”

Another prompt appeared, startling him.

‘Upfront price for Liquid Spear repair: 60,000.’

Shock soon turned into disappointment.

“Man, I really am going to end up broke with this…”

Instinctively, he’d gone for the accepting prompt, hoping to just get it over with, but Akane stopped him at the last second.

“...?”

“It’s okay… I’ve caused you a lot of trouble, already… Also, I think you’d probably need help with the crafting part… S… So…”

He’d barely managed to notice it in all that rush, but there was a small, hardly noticeable tab at the lower right corner of the screen, ‘Divide service’, which she urged him to select instead of the direct payment prompt, though he wasn’t quite getting what it was all about at first.

Tapping it then, another prompt appeared, asking that a so-called ‘partner’ place their hand on the window, which Akane did at once.

“This way, we’ll be sharing the platform’s system. It’ll be quicker like this.” the girl grinned.

Far behind, he could hear a muffled grumble from Suzuka, but couldn’t make it out, whatever it was.

The screen that followed was intended for both him and Akane. It essentially showcased three main, large slots, among a considerable number of other values and numbers he shrugged aside for the moment. Through it, he could make the basic guess that they were going to be using the crafting platform together to fix the gauntlet.

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