After the class Corven sat cross-legged in the dorm workshop room, the walls dimly lit by soft magical lamps. Scattered across the floor before him was a small, carefully arranged pile of materials:
Refined ironwood plating from the western workshops
Mana-reactive crystal dust, pale blue and faintly humming
A lightcore shard — rare, and expensive
Engraving chalk infused with silver runes
A fist-sized chunk of luminous alloy, pulsing with faint warmth
Everything he needed was finally here.
He stared at the materials in silence for a moment, letting the reality of it settle in.
Elira delivered like she said she would.Didn't ask too many questions, either. Just smiled and said, "I don't need to understand it to believe in your price."
He traced his fingers along the notes in his open notebook. The rough schematics of the Divine Armor lay before him — not just drawn, but remembered. The shape, the glow, the function — he'd seen it in action in someone else's life.
In Arifureta, it was crafted using magic far beyond this world. But if I understand the intent, the purpose, maybe I can replicate a version that works here.
He picked up the chalk and began carving runes into the ironwood plates.
Step one: Construct the base frame. Physical durability first, magic enhancements later.Step two: Embed the lightcore shard in the chest plate. That becomes the passive mana absorption engine.Step three: Bind everything with a veil circuit. Not a perfect replica of evolution magic... but maybe close enough.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. His mana was weak—barely enough to keep a candle lit.
But something inside him stirred as he reached for the materials and let his mana flow. Not just his own mana—his understanding. The unknown man's memories—of armor, systems, energy flows, logic from another world—guided his hands.
I'm not creating something from this world.I'm building from memory. From story.
The lightcore flickered. The alloy shimmered.
Then the armor plate began to glow.
The chalk hissed as it carved a final arcane rune across the alloy plate. Corven exhaled slowly, letting his mana settle as a faint glow pulsed beneath the etched surface.
His hands paused.
Arifureta… the story of a boy named Hajime Nagumo.A boy betrayed and left to die in a dungeon.But he survived. Changed. Turned his weakness into strength by embracing knowledge, engineering, and will.
One of the characters classmate is Kouki Amagasa — your classic "hero." Righteous. Headstrong. But naive.He wears the Divine Armor, the strongest artifact in the Heiligh Kingdom. Originally built to defend him with holy energy, but it was Hajime who truly made it powerful.
Corven pressed his palm to the glowing lightcore embedded in the armor's chestplate.
Hajime enhanced the armor using Evolution Magic. He made it absorb mana from the environment, lessening the burden on the user.He even added a "veil of light" — a barrier field projected from the armor itself, letting Kouki withstand strikes far beyond his base durability.
That's what I'm trying to replicate.Not just the look. Not just the feel. The function. The essence. What it meant.
He poured in one last thread of mana.
The alloy plates vibrated faintly. The runes shimmered. The armor began to take form — partial, unstable, incomplete… but alive.
Corven's lips curved into a small grin.
This world doesn't know what anime is…But today, it's about to see the first spark of it.
The lightcore pulsed steadily now, like a heartbeat. The alloy plates shimmered as if responding to his breath. Corven stood slowly, brushing chalk dust from his hands as he stared at the armor piece on the workshop floor.
It wasn't complete. Not yet.
But it was enough.
He stepped forward and slid his arm into the half-assembled gauntlet. Mana-scribed clasps clicked into place with surprising precision, locking the pieces over his shoulder and chest. A faint hum filled the room, a low vibration that resonated with his bones.
It's light.No… not light. It's balancing its own weight. Just like Hajime's version. The structure is assisting my movement.
Corven closed his eyes, reaching inward to that dim, flickering flame of mana he was born with. Weak. Fragile. Barely enough for a basic spell.
If this works... I'll be able to sustain this armor even with my pitiful mana.If it really absorbs energy from its surroundings...
He focused on the core. The lightcore crystal embedded in the chestplate sparked faintly, feeding off the ambient mana in the air—drawn from the academy's naturally charged environment.
A rush of heat bloomed in his limbs.
Then the runes lit up.
The armor tightened, adjusted to his frame. The shimmer of translucent energy spread outward in a thin veil — a barrier of light formed around his upper body.
"...It's working," he breathed. "It's really working."
He took a step. Then another. The armor responded. No drag. No delay. Mana still flowed in from the lightcore—not draining him, but feeding him.
He stared at his own hand in disbelief.
This is power I could never reach on my own.But through anime—through memory—I just changed the rules.
Corven's shoulders dropped slightly in exhaustion. Sweat clung to his forehead, but his eyes burned with quiet victory.
It was incomplete. Crude. Only one arm and a partial chestplate.
But it was real.
This world may have never heard of anime.But today... it witnessed it.