It was instant love at first sight and the marriage seems to be on the right track towards the finish line because I adore it even more now that I've equipped it. Even its boots feel great to wear, so I can retire my Kobe sneakers from bat which I'm extremely grateful for because I was worried they would be destroyed. I can still wear those as part of my civilian apparel.
As one of my last mementos from my past life I treasure them greatly.
I step out of the changing room, feeling the weight of my new armor settling around me. The dark, polished plates fit perfectly, their edges glinting with a sharp, metallic sheen. The hood casts a shadow over my face, leaving only my eyes visible, perfectly concealing my identity. Just how I like it. Now I look like a badass warrior-assassin hybrid, and I love the fit.
The armor makes me feel much better protected, the dark shadowy aspect makes me harder to spot, and even my boots are quieter than one would expect based on their appearance. After a bit of practice, I'm confident I can move around silently in them. (picture)
As I exit the room, I see Ayame standing there, waiting for me. She has already changed into her own armor set, and the sight of her instantly stops me in my tracks. Ayame looks simply breathtaking. She wears a stunning suit of armor, adorned in shades of crimson and gold that hugs her form with both elegance and might.
The intricate patterns etched into her armor reflect her disciplined training and the honor she carries into every battle.
She holds her head high, exuding confidence and power, and the way she looks at me sends a shiver down my spine. Ayame is a force to be reckoned with, a badass girl who mands respect and admiration with every step she takes. I can't help but admire her image from head to toe, taking in the magnificent sight before me. (picture)
The only negative point I can bring up regarding her current image is her bulky, out of place, cheap-looking iron collar. It didn't stand out this much while she was in her rags or civilian clothes but next to such amazing armor it's a big eyesore.
"You are looking good, Quinlan." To my surprise, she is similarly amazed with my appearance as I am with hers. "This set fits you to the bone." She then nods to herself multiple times, silently voicing her approval as well after doing it verbally.
"You are absolutely gorgeous yourself, Ayame. I must admit that we look quite the badass power couple now." I say proudly.
She snickers. "Yeah, just without the couple part."
"I'm working on it."
Ayame grins, "that you certainly are."
I sigh. She is not easy to seduce. I pull my mask down so that I can speak with her unobstructed. "Ayame, do you know what metal our armor is made out of? Feels a bit like steel but it's certainly not the ordinary one used to make our weapons."
"You are right. Both of our armors are made out of starforged steel. It's a metal that is refined from meteors that fell from the sky. Although its grand name might suggest otherwise, starforged steel is not the end-all be-all of alloys. Mithril, orichalcum and adamantite for example are all rarer and better."
I nod after receiving the information. She is right, just because the name sounds cool doesn't mean it makes good armor or is useful in general. A lot of precious metals made bad quality armor back on Earth because they were too brittle or heavy.
We walk around in our armors for a good twenty minutes, examining whether everything is alright or not, Ayame also spends a lot of time checking my gear because she knows chances are that I wouldn't notice any deformities and such even if I tried my best.
We are both very happy with the fort, defensive capabilities and fashion sense the two new gear sets provide. However, before we make the purchase we change back into our old attire and ask the shopkeeper to retain those two sets for us for the length of an hour.
We spend that hour walking from armor shop to armor shop, checking other offerings and also paring their prices and qualities to our initial choice.
There were a few Rare rarity sets that were cheaper, but none were better quality or felt better to wear, thus we went back to the original shop and paid 90 silver coins, and came out absolutely pimped out in our epic new fits.
We begin walking towards the adventurer's guild where we expect to have Ian and Blossom arrive soon enough.
"What do you think about Kai and his slave harem, Ayame? And I don't mean from a moral standpoint."
"They are strong. Their plates indicated that they are a mithril ranked team, which means we really shouldn't mess with them for now, especially since there are seven of them. Ah, in case you aren't aware, ranks are as such: iron - bronze - silver - gold - platinum - mithril - orichalcum - adamantite, so they are in the upper half of the ladder.
I only sneaked a few glances at them but I got the impression that they aren't overly talented. I'm pretty confident in saying that they got to that rank more so because of pleting lots of quests over the decades rather than explosively climbing the ranks. Therefore, I estimate him to be in the upper twenties level wise, while his teammates should be between levels ten to twenty five.
He didn't seem like the type that would allow his women to be stronger than him."
Good to know. I have a bad feeling about that guy. If he is at such high level, we really should do our best to steer clear of them for now.
As Ayame and I approach the grand doors of the adventurer guild, I can feel the weight of our new armor settling around us. The dark, polished plates of my suit gleam under the midday sun, and Ayame's crimson and gold armor shines with an almost regal brilliance. We look every bit the part of badass seasoned warriors, and I can't help but feel a surge of pride as we step inside.
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