I Just Awakened My Sharingan, and You're Telling Me This Is DanMachi?

Ever since coming to this world, Ryota had relied purely on taijutsu and Fire Style jutsu to bulldoze his way through the Dungeon.

His various combo moves left the monsters with no chance to fight back.

He'd always thought this method was efficient enough.

Until today—looking at those scorched, smoking craters he'd blasted into the ground, craters where even the magic stones had been vaporized, Ryota felt like his heart was bleeding.

Completing side quests was one thing, but making money was something he absolutely had to consider.

Especially in a place like Orario, where "valis is truth," you needed money for everything.

So after handing in the Orc Hide and confirming the commission was complete, Ryota made a swift decision:

He needed to buy a weapon.

Even if it wouldn't be his main attack method, and even though he could still crush monsters barehanded, at least with a weapon he could control his damage output more precisely—and avoid blowing the monsters' magic stones and drop items to ashes.

And so came that earlier conversation.

When Ryota had asked, Misha replied,

"If you're looking for somewhere adventurers go a lot, definitely the ninth floor of Babel Tower."

"The weapon shops down there usually stock pieces made by apprentice smiths, so the prices are pretty reasonable."

Ryota nodded.

"Thanks, Miss Misha. I'll go take a look."

"See you next time, Mr. Ryota."

Misha responded on autopilot, then lowered her head to keep sorting her documents.

It wasn't until Ryota's figure had completely vanished into the crowds that she froze, her quill stiff in her hand as she replayed the conversation in her mind.

He… just asked me where to buy a weapon?

"W-What?!! So he didn't even have a weapon before?!"

Misha slumped against the back of her chair, seriously wondering if she ought to file for a transfer.

He cleared the tenth floor, completed a designated commission, all barehanded… and didn't even have a weapon?!

She felt like her entire worldview was being turned upside down again.

"Well… maybe his old weapon broke and he needs to replace it."

That was the only way she could comfort herself.

…

After receiving the commission reward, Ryota didn't hear the familiar mechanical voice in his ear.

Probably, he guessed, the system would only settle the reward after the Orc Hide reached Lain's hands.

In a way, this system of his was surprisingly intelligent.

Not in a hurry to leave the Guild, Ryota took the chance to look up information about Babel Tower, especially the details of its floor structure.

Even though Misha had told him to go to the ninth floor, he figured it was best to have a mental map, just so he wouldn't end up blundering around like before.

Before long, Ryota found the relevant information.

He already knew the first floor of Babel Tower inside and out; every time he entered the Dungeon, he had to pass through there.

According to the records, floors two and three were dedicated to medical facilities, bathing areas, and other functional services.

Floors four through eight were occupied by branches of the Hephaestus Familia, specializing in weapons and armor, the absolute pinnacle of forging in all of Orario.

Above that, from the ninth to the twentieth floor, was a rental zone filled with various shops, with the twentieth floor even hosting a high-end restaurant with a panoramic view of the city, a place where successful adventurers liked to splurge and unwind.

As for floor twenty-one and above—that was another world entirely.

Those were the private rooms of the gods, with floor thirty holding the hall for periodic divine conferences, and the top floor being Freya's exclusive residence.

"So all of Hephaestus Familia's weapons shops are on floors four to eight, huh? No wonder Misha told me to try the ninth floor."

The Hephaestus Familia's standing in Orario was on par with any battle-oriented Familia.

Even top-tier adventurers had to line up to order a weapon from them.

And the price, well… was naturally astronomical. With his current wallet, he was nowhere close to affording one.

Better to take good advice and go check out the ninth floor first.

Making his way back to Babel Tower, Ryota arrived on the ninth floor.

Compared to the functional floors below, this area was clearly more lively and prosperous.

Glancing around, he picked a weapons shop that looked decent and stepped inside.

He didn't haggle, and didn't waste time browsing, either. He just slapped down fifteen thousand valis and bought a standard-issue sword the shopkeeper called a "Light Sword."

Its scabbard was black, the hilt had a hint of gold trim, and the overall lines were simple and clean. Most importantly, it was easy to carry.

He drew the blade, held it in his hand, and gave it a light flick—cold steel flashed in the air.

"Calling it a 'Light Sword' sounds lame. Let's just name you 'Kusanagi' instead…"

Ryota stared at the weapon in his hand, and for some reason, the image of that spiky-haired kid who kept shouting "Brother!" popped into his mind.

That cold, aloof face—Uchiha Sasuke.

Ryota couldn't help but chuckle and murmured,

"Come to think of it, I still haven't met Sasuke yet."

Collecting his thoughts, he slid the sword back into its sheath, then wandered through a few more nearby shops for a bit.

He glanced over some displayed armor and other gear, but quickly lost interest.

Those things might be a lifesaver for other people, but for Ryota, at most… they were just decoration.

He'd originally planned to dive back into the Dungeon to test out his new "Kusanagi" in live combat.

But thinking about everything he'd done today—completing a commission, resolving an Irregular, unlocking a new Fire Style technique, and even getting his Chakra flowing more smoothly—

Ryota was genuinely curious whether his Status had broken through to a new level.

Yeah, better go back for now.

Patting the Kusanagi at his waist, he left Babel Tower and started walking toward Twilight Manor.