Talk:Living Armor/@comment-26517142-20160412024010

Being from a prestigious line of Heroes under the Holy Order's service, you were told to follow those before you and register as a kingdom champion. With your parent's strict guidance, you begin a rigorous traning regiment and in no time, learn the skills and knowledge of what it takes to slay a Demon Lord. There is one problem though: you have no armor.

Your father suggests that you take up the family armor set, passed down from generation to generation. But you know otherwise: the armor has already turned into a Mamono, a Living Armor that seems to have set its sight on you ever since you were a bit younger. In fear, you hurriedly locked it in your grandpa's cellar, swearing never to open it. Your father laughs at the joke you pulled and ask you once more to don it. After more pressing urges, you agree.

You unlock your grandpa's cellar, and sure enough,she awaits you, a steely glare that hungers for lust locked on you alone.

"Welcome. My knight." She says.

What will you do?