Is It Wrong For Me To Start With Three Skills In Danmachi ?!

The entire manor bustled with excitement over Fron's level-up. And with the expedition only eight days away, the familia members had already begun to stir restlessly.

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Leaving the floor where Loki's divine chamber was located, Fron casually pulled Ais along by the hand toward his own room.

Before the expedition, not only did he need to re-refine the equipment with new techniques, but he also had to forge some magic swords.

"Wh-Where are we going?"

Ais, shyly being pulled along by Fron, felt conflicted inside about whether she should really keep letting this happen.

If their companions saw them like this, it would be so embarrassing!

But… she really liked being pulled along by Fron… what should she do…

"Ah, my magic workshop. You must be curious about it, right?"

Thankfully, Fron didn't notice her inner turmoil! Realizing this, Ais secretly let out a small breath of relief.

'W-What in the world am I even thinking!'

Though she thought that to herself, outwardly she pretended to stay calm.

Gulp

"Fron! Ais!"

"..." The more you don't want to run into someone, the more you always do!

At the central staircase of the mansion, upon hearing a familiar voice, the two raised their heads.

There they saw Tione, Tiona, Lefiya, Anakitty, and Elfy, a whole group of girls smiling at them, with Tiona being the liveliest of them all.

In an instant, a blush spread across Ais' cheeks, from her neck all the way up to her ears!

Being seen like this, she wanted to just disappear.

'It's over it's over it's over!!! This is so embarrassing!'

Fron, however, didn't react much.

"Everyone knows already, so what's there to be embarrassed about?"

He gave Ais' little hand a squeeze, teasing her with a smile.

"Mhm." Like a mosquito's buzz, she let out a faint sound, showing a cute side of herself.

Meanwhile, Tiona approached with a mischievous grin, her eyes full of curiosity.

"So where are you two going?"

"Ah, to my magic workshop. What about you all?"

"Hmph, of course we're continuing our training! We can't slack off!"

"I see. Well, good luck then."

Just as they were about to pass the group, Tione cracked her knuckles with a cold smile, dark circles under her eyes.

"You'd better treat Ais well, Fron! Otherwise, I'll break every single bone in your body, one by one, and then crush you into dust."

"..." Fron's face darkened, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Hehe, Tione, don't scare Fron like that, look, his face turned pale!"

"Ugh, this world is tragic. Other than Captain Finn, not a single man is worth anything. Hmph."

"..." Quickening his pace, Fron hurried away from the scary woman.

"Hey hey hey, Lefiya, why are you crying again!?"

"Uuu, M-Miss Ais and Fron together… wh-what am I supposed to do…"

Elfy then delivered a perfect assist, gazing dreamily at the sight of Fron and Ais walking away hand-in-hand.

"That's easy. If you can't beat them, just join them!"

"Y-You, Elfy! How shameless can you be!!!"

"Hmph, you're just a stubborn, old-fashioned elf. No wonder you'll never win."

"Ahhhh! I challenge you to a duel!"

"You're Lv.3, I'm just a Lv.2 you know."

Thud,

Lefiya collapsed weakly to the ground.

...

In the underground magic workshop beneath their base.

After leading Ais down the hidden staircase to the very end, Fron finally arrived.

"So this place… it's directly beneath the Familia's headquarters?"

Ais, with her sharp senses, quickly grasped their position, looking thoughtful.

"Yeah. Back then I had the Goibniu Familia remodel it. Loki suggested that since it's a item maker's workshop, it should have a little bit of mystery. So it ended up like this, a god's sense of mischief, I suppose."

As he spoke, Fron sorted through his gear from the corner, placing them onto the workbench.

The Night Fa-II set was heavily damaged and needed repairs.

Short Sword No. 5 was lucky, it hadn't been consumed as a "finisher," so it was still intact. But… as for the weapons overall, their state left him conflicted.

Whether it was Short Sword No. 5 or Scholar Argon, both were third-ranked weapons.

Their sharpness, magic amplification, and magic durability were all top class.

But… the problem was that in his current state, he didn't actually need more destructive power. His magic and skills were already overwhelming, and their side effects left him weaponless midway through battles.

So… he had to choose now: keep the "power," sacrificing endurance, or reduce power in exchange for an "Unbreakable" property.

"What do you think I should choose?" Unable to decide, Fron asked Ais for her thoughts.

"If it were me, I'd choose 'Unbreakable.' For us adventurers, just having a weapon is always better than none, even for someone like you. Besides… your magic, Fron…"

Without her finishing, Fron already understood. Like Ais's, his magic had overwhelming destructive power, but it also took a toll on both himself and his weapons. The answer was clear…

"I get it. Then… I'll lower the strength and remodel them into special armaments."

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Over five days, Fron devoted himself entirely to upgrading his equipment, only stopping for meals and necessities.

By the end of the fifth day, the armor was repaired and the weapon upgrades were complete.

"A two-handed staff with the 'Unbreakable' property? This is the first time I've ever seen that. Are you really even a mage?"

The story of Fron using his staff like a spear had already spread throughout the Familia. Now that he had even reinforced it with the 'Unbreakable' property, everyone could only gape in disbelief.

Sure enough, while eating lunch in the cafeteria, Tiona and Tione immediately started poking fun at him.

"Ahem. Well, mages have all sorts of troubles. Enemies always want to fight up close, so I don't see a problem with turning my staff into a spear. And besides, my spear techniques were taught personally by Finn. Even my latest development abilities are 'Lancer' and 'Shatter.'"

Development Abilities:

Spearman , Slightly increases all attributes when using a spear.

Shatter , Increases destructive power against non-living objects.

For some reason, Fron felt like his path as a mage was veering off track. But thinking it over again… maybe it wasn't.

What kind of mage can't fight in close combat? Even Riveria's agility and dexterity were ranked C, and she was known as one of the best archers in all of Orario.

"That's right. Lady Riveria is amazing even in close combat, you all know that."

Nibbling on a fruit, Lefiya retorted earnestly.

"...Ugh, I just don't get you mages. Why bother with melee combat skills? Just focus on chanting magic properly!"

"You don't understand. This is faith."

Holding his tray, Fron stood up with a grin, teasing the sisters.

"By the way, Fron. Isn't Ais usually glued to you? Where is she today?"

"She said she wanted to wander around by herself. Maybe she just needed some time to relax."

Hearing this, everyone grew thoughtful.

On the surface they were all laughing and joking, but… Creatures, the unknown 59th floor, new monster variants, and the resurfacing of the Evilus faction, one after another, these "abnormal incidents" left them with no choice but to stay cautious.

After all, they were the Loki Familia, Orario's strongest fighting force. If any threat to the city appeared, it was only natural that they would be the first to face it.