The Time-Stop Breeding Uncle Want’s to Retire

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Translated By Arcane Translations

Translator: FusionX

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The prosthetic arm from the Dwarf Kingdom finally arrived.

This time, they had put extra care into crafting it, with Cluna personally assisting in its creation.

The combined efforts of the strongest elf and the dwarves.

It had to be a masterpiece.

And finally, the time had come to attach the prosthetic to my arm with Cluna’s help.

I looked around.

As expected, the other members, having heard the news, had gathered before me.

Honestly, I had anticipated this.

After experiencing similar situations repeatedly, I had started to understand their patterns.

At least they hadn’t abandoned their patrol duties completely.

Ruby was nowhere to be seen.

If I remembered correctly, she was supposed to be on guard duty at the entrance at this hour.

I nodded.

Good, they were still fulfilling their duties.

“Don’t you all have work to do?”

“The commander’s prosthetic is more important.”

“Teacher is more important.”

“Yes, yes, of course.”

Their responses varied.

Should I be happy or sad about this?

Let’s think positively, it was good that they cared about me.

At least it was proof that I had earned some respect in this group.

I looked at Cluna.

It was time to stop chatting and get the prosthetic arm attached.

And that’s when I saw her.

Cluna, hugging my prosthetic arm with a dreamy expression.

What was she doing?

I was a little flustered.

“Cluna?”

“I-I apologize, Commander.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“I’ll attach it right away.”

Seeing her blushing, I instinctively felt threatened.

Cluna then started attaching the prosthetic to my arm.

Magical nerve restoration.

The basic principle of this magic was root regeneration.

Like regenerating roots, it would create artificial nerve bundles connecting the Dwarf prosthetic to my arm, allowing me to move it directly.

Of course, it would consume mana continuously, but I could always replenish it.

Fortunately, the Dwarf prosthetic was very efficient and didn’t consume too much mana.

“Replacing a severed arm with a prosthetic is not an easy task.”

“Is that so? Don’t people usually use prosthetics when they lose an arm?”

“No, it’s more common to visit a priest and get it reattached.”

“I-I see. That makes sense.”

“Even if an arm is completely lost, finding someone skilled enough to attach a prosthetic is rare.”

She was right.

Without a skilled mage like Cluna, I wouldn’t have been able to get a magic prosthetic with artificial nerve bundles.

And simply attaching a regular Dwarf prosthetic wouldn’t be as effective.

It would be fine for daily life, but during combat, it would be a hindrance.

In that sense, I was quite lucky.

“Thank you, Cluna.”

“Don’t mention it. Anything for the commander.”

“…I appreciate that.”

And finally, Cluna began the procedure.

Green nerve bundles, wriggling like worms, extended from the prosthetic she held.

I clicked my tongue.

I knew it couldn’t be helped, but the sight made me lose my appetite.

Especially since that thing was going to be attached to me…

But complaining wouldn’t solve anything, so I closed my eyes and braced myself.

As Cluna chanted, I felt something cold clinging to my shoulder.

It felt as if an octopus, freshly emerged from the water, had latched onto my shoulder.

In a word, it was extremely unpleasant.

“It’s done.”

“Damn… this feels weird.”

“The foreign body sensation is unavoidable. You’ll get used to it.”

“Right, I guess so.”

I sighed at Cluna’s diagnosis.

Still, it was good to have my arm back.

I carefully moved it.

It was surprisingly smooth.

“It’s not even that noisy.”

“It’s a special prosthetic. I personally supervised its creation to minimize discomfort during daily life and combat.”

“Thank you, Cluna. You’ve been a great help.”

“No, Commander. We are the ones who are indebted to you. Please, don’t say such things.”

“Then let’s just say we’re mutually dependent on each other.”

The Dwarf prosthetic was more impressive than I imagined.

Aside from the foreign body sensation in my shoulder, it felt like I was moving my real arm, and there were no weird noises.

If it had made sounds like a mechanical arm in a movie every time I moved it, I would have been stressed out of my mind.

I let out a sigh of relief.

“So that’s the Dwarf prosthetic!”

“I-It’s amazing! It’s better than I expected!”

“As expected, everything suits you, Teacher.”

“Enough with the flattery.”

Perhaps because I was the commander, everyone showered me with compliments.

Was this what it felt like to be the CEO of a small company?

I knew they weren’t being completely sincere…

But it wasn’t unpleasant.

However, I had no intention of basking in their flattery.

There was work to be done.

I slowly moved my arm.

“I need to test it out.”

“Yes! Sparring is the best way to test its performance!”

“I-I’ll be your opponent!”

“No! I’ll do it!”

“It’s my duty to serve you, Teacher.”

“Huh?”

The atmosphere suddenly heated up.

They wanted to spar with me to test the prosthetic arm’s performance.

The problem was, they were fighting over who got to be my opponent.

I tilted my head in confusion.

I had said I needed to test it, but I hadn’t mentioned anything about sparring.

I was planning to test it by quietly handling Royal Knights business.

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“I need to test it out.”

As soon as the commander spoke, they instinctively exchanged glances.

This was the first time he would fight with a prosthetic arm.

It meant they could claim his “first.”

Of course, the wording was a bit strange, but that wasn’t important to them right now.

Be the first.

Don’t let anyone else have it.

That was their only thought.

Surprisingly, the first to make a move was Bayard.

Usually, she was known for her slow wit, but when it came to this, she was surprisingly sharp.

Clara clicked her tongue.

“No! I’ll do it!”

“It’s my duty to serve you, Teacher.”

Naturally, Helia wouldn’t just stand by and watch.

She had made many concessions, but she would never give up the commander’s “first.”

“I should be the one to spar with the commander, considering his skills.”

Meanwhile, Yuren nonchalantly said something that made the commander flinch.

He was expressionless, but beads of sweat started to form on his forehead.

While everyone was voicing their opinions, Clara quickly assessed the situation.

What were her strengths? What could she appeal to the commander with?

She spoke up.

“First of all, Bayard and Yuren are out.”

“Why are you saying that?”

“Y-Yeah! I-I have the right to spar with him too!”

“Are you seriously asking that?”

Clara decided to eliminate her competition first, starting with plausible reasons to make them back down.

Her first targets were Yuren and Bayard.

“You two only rely on brute strength. You might hurt the commander.”

“Hmm.”

“W-Well…”

Yuren and Bayard looked dejected at her seemingly reasonable argument.

The Dwarf prosthetic wasn’t easily breakable, but considering their strength, it wasn’t impossible.

Moreover, this was the commander’s first fight with a prosthetic.

It wouldn’t make sense for him to spar with those muscleheads.

That was her logic.

They rarely backed down from anything, but when it came to the commander, they couldn’t help but hesitate.

Clara exploited that weakness to get them to withdraw.

“Then what about me?”

“Helia, you’re not a bad choice, but do you think the commander would actually fight you?”

“…What?”

Helia’s eyes flashed red.

The vein throbbing in her neck betrayed her anger, but Clara didn’t flinch.

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She smiled and said,

“If his own student is the opponent, he’ll definitely go easy on you. Like watching children play!”

“You little…!!!”

“Are you seriously getting angry? With the commander right here?”

Helia’s rage instantly subsided.

Instead, her forced smile twitched.

She knew the commander would stop her, and she was right.

Clara smiled and looked at the commander.

Ruby was on duty, and her mother wouldn’t participate if she had any conscience.

By process of elimination, the only one left was her, Clara.

“Commander! Let’s spar!”

“W-Well, if you insist…”

“Yes!!!”

Clara grinned and ran towards the commander.

Then, she naturally linked arms with him.

She felt piercing glares from behind, but she didn’t care.

The pathetic jealousy of losers.

She had no time for such distractions on her date with the commander.

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[Translator Notes]

[and so the yandere battle royale begins…]

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