"Uh, don't you ever repair your armor?"
Under the parasol next to the RV, four people sat on either side of a wooden table.
The moment they sat down, Panam Palmer, gripping her beer bottle, raised an eyebrow.
This Mitsuhide was dressed exactly the same as when he went with her to hijack that man in the suit a while ago, even the dent on his chest plate from that man with the strange accent was still there.
Panam Palmer couldn't help but feel surprised.
"Oh, this? Forgot, totally forgot."
Looking down at his wretched armor, Mitsuhide had almost forgotten about it.
After all, someone didn't care much about this body.
Use it and toss it.
That's how a scumbag girl acts.
"How can you do that? Take it off quickly, and I'll find someone to fix it for you."
Mitsuhide originally wanted to brush it off, but Panam Palmer was serious about it.
She frowned, refuted Mitsuhide's words, and with a serious face, told Mitsuhide to take off his armor to get it repaired.
"Hey, Stark, come over and give me a hand!"
Before Mitsuhide could make another excuse, Panam Palmer was already standing up and calling someone over.
"Panam Palmer, what do you need?"
A guy over by the tents, wearing gray-blue work clothes with a wrench tucked into his waist, put down his beer and walked over when he heard her.
"Take a look and see if his armor can be repaired. I want to ask you to patch it up."
Panam Palmer pointed at Mitsuhide and said to the man.
"Hmm, nice armor. Japanese style, isn't it?"
The Stark who arrived stroked his chin, looked Mitsuhide up and down for a moment, and nodded appreciatively.
"It can be fixed."
"I can even repair a tank, let alone a set of armor. Take it off; I'll cut a piece of plating to patch it up for you and repaint it. Don't worry, it'll look exactly like the original."
Stark looked at the semi-detached plates and the dent on the chest piece, nodded, and felt confident.
"Thanks, Stark. Put the cost on my tab."
Panam Palmer patted Stark on the shoulder and said thankfully.
"Hey, forget it. You returning to the clan safely is more important than anything."
"Buddy, since you helped Panam Palmer, you're our friend. Take it off; I'll take care of it for you, free of charge."
"You heard him, hurry up and take it off."
Panam Palmer also turned back at the right moment, urging Mitsuhide to get to it.
Meanwhile, Mitch and Scorpion, who were drinking in silence, saw this and turned their gazes toward Mitsuhide as well.
Uh...
Why does what you're saying sound so wrong?
Talking about taking things off, it's like you're hooligans.
Under the weight of those eyes, Mitsuhide felt immense pressure.
Things had reached this point; it seemed he couldn't refuse to take it off.
So, in the end, he took it off.
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