Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The White Wolf was the chairman, Danny the Illusionist, Renai and Icka the Light Industrialist, and one of a dozen travelers.

Almark didn't know how big it was as a traveler, but he seemed to have quite a reputation for performing relatively cheaply not only in big cities, but also in cities where travelers wouldn't normally visit.

From the next day, Almark learned the sword from Renai in his spare time while doing chores mixed with other backs.

At first I was practicing with my dagger, but Danny, who was watching it, pointed out that the dagger was too vivid to attract customers, and switched to the same decorated sightseeing sword Lenny was using.

Almark swings it gently and asks Renai,

"It's too light and it's still hard to use."

and laughed bitterly.

Almark quickly remembered both the sword and the chores, and his wisdom amazed Danny and the others.

At first, the cute little bastard, Aika, who hated Almark, soon changed her perception after Almark's work, and her attitude became visibly soft.

Among them, Margot always played with small stones and rings in the corner of the carriage without any chores.

One evening, after performing an act and getting a note from Lenny saying, "This is better than my predecessor's Deli," Almark, who was told by Danny to come to the next performance, asked Lenny again.

"Renai and Aika are light traders, aren't they?"

Hmm? Ah.

Lenny nods.

Even during the journey, they practiced breathtaking bodily arts if they had time, but they also performed ropeworking and ball-riding in a live performance.

What does Margot do?

Ah.

Lenny laughed thinly.

"That's funny, isn't it? Always playing with stones in the carriage."

"Yes"

Almark nods honestly.

"What do you think?"

Renai looks at Almark.

"What do you think he'll do on stage?"

The same magic as the chairman?

Almark answered.

That's all I could think of from the tools she had.

I see.

Lenny nods.

Well, that looks like it.

Isn't that right?

Ah.

Renai quietly gazed inside the carriage and whispered.

Margot is a magician.

Almark's first stage was a staging town along the street.

There was an unfortunate rainstorm in the square, and I decided to perform there.

In preparation for the evening performance, each one of them had little time to practice, and Almark noticed Margot sitting next to a carriage.

Margot.

Almark shouted, and Margot glanced at Almark.

"Aren't you going to prepare for today's performance?"

I'm doing it.

Margot replied.

I'm doing it now.

"Now?"

Almark looked back at Margot.

Almark just looks like he's sitting on a carriage.

"You're practicing your sword."

Margot blinks a big eye like a prank.

"I'll show you a little reward."

Raise your right hand.

In his hand was the stone Margot was always holding.

Look at that.

Margot's hair, whispering like that, swayed softly even though there was no wind.

At that moment, seven coloured sparks splashed in front of Almark.

Wow.

Margot smiled at Almark, who did not fly in surprise.

"Wow, your face is so funny."

Magic.

That's right.

Margot nods.

Oh, is this magic too?

Margot seemed curious to see Al Mark look interesting.

"What, you're interested in magic?

Ah.

As Al Marc nods, Margot twists his neck.

"Swordsmen usually hate magic."

As Almark shook his head, Margot smiled and shook the stone in his hand.

"I'll show you more magic in real life."

Almark's first stage performance began.

Danny, the chairman, performed vivid magic with a subtle narrative, and as the audience rose, Renai and Icka appeared, jumping narrowly around the stage with exceptional body.

With a glossy smile that Icka had never normally shown, she crossed a tightly stretched rope, and Renai circled the flaming pine lights on a large ball.

Now, wait till next time.

Danny opens his hands to the audience.

"Here comes Al Mark, a weak crown 8-year-old boy genius swordsman!

Danny deceived Almark about his age by saying that he would be more excited.

Almark climbs to the stage with a decorated sword.

The crowd gathered is probably at most 300 people, even if we estimate a lot.

But in the nervous eyes of Almark, it seemed like thousands of spectators.

Drink your saliva.

"Don't look at the whole thing."

Danny whispered softly to Almark as he sat down on the stage sleeve.

"Right, left and center. Find one responsive customer at a time and think there are only three of them. You just have to go to the three of them."

Almark nodded.

When I lowered my head in the middle of the stage, I had a big applause.

Everyone stares at Almark with an interesting face.

Don't be swallowed by this number.

Almark targeted a girl as old as herself in the middle, a gentle old lady on the left end, and a farmer-like man slightly behind the right.

Let me show you these three.

That's how Almark's sword began to roar.

Oops, when the boy swordsman started spinning his sword at an unstoppable speed, a drowsiness occurred, but Almark dared not focus on the cheer.

Look at the old lady on the left.

Make my acting visible to her. [M]

Then you look at the farmer's man standing behind you on the right, and you look beautiful.

Lastly, the girl in the middle watching her eyes looks coolest.

As Danny put it, Almark continues to act on the three of them.

"Almark"

Icka, wearing exposed clothes she had never seen before, appeared from the stage sleeve with fruit in both hands.

Almark nods his neck at you without stopping the sword.

Fine, Mr. Icka.

The man with the beard on the back rings the percussion instrument.

In line with that sound, Ica threw three fruits simultaneously in an elegant motion.

Almark takes a step forward and waves his sword with a sharp step.

The three fruits are almost simultaneously splattered and chopped in the air.

Again, oh, my gosh.

I can see the old lady clapping with a smile.

The farmer's man opens his mouth half by surprise.

And the girl in the middle stares at Almark as if she were fascinated.

Almark keeps turning his sword even harder.

"Almark"

Renai appeared from the opposite stage sleeve.

"Any time, Mr. Renay."

Nod to Almark's words and throw the three fruits in turn with Renay's cool moves to match the sound of the percussion instrument.

When Almark chopped it all up, he cheered again.

Almark finally turned his sword a little more and tried to put an end to the act.

It was then.

In Almark's sweaty, nervous hands, the pattern of the sword for sightseeing slipped far lighter than his partner's dagger.

The sword that vigorously shook up slipped out.

When the sword rolls over Almark, it rises in rotation.

Shit.

Almark looked up at the sword, bit his teeth, and quickly saw the audience in front of him.

The girl in the middle, the farmer on the right, the old lady on the left.

Everyone was looking up at the sword in the air.

Nobody knows it was Almark's fault.

"Mr. Renay!

Almark raised his index finger towards Lenny.

Again.

Lenny nodded at the intention.

Almark kicked the stage floor and jumped.

The sword comes down while rotating.

Grabbing it in the air, Lenny cut three fruits thrown at perfect timing at once.

As the fruit that scattered the fruit juice fell on the stage floor, Almark also landed on the floor.

Slowly spread out your hands and lowered your head towards the audience.

There was a big applause.

"Now, finally, the proud White Wolf Witch Magician is here! Applause to Miss Margot, who graduated the middle school of Nork Magic Academy with excellent grades and joined me!

Margot, who appeared from his sleeve to match Danny's mouth, was so grown up that he suspected that Almark was someone else.

I barely know that it's because of costumes and makeup for Almark to know the usual Margot, but even so, it looks much older than usual and not even different from Icka.

Did you say Nork Magic Academy?

Almark looks back at the next Icka.

"Is Margot from there?"

"That's not true."

Icka laughs.

"Along with cutting your age. The bigger the better, the happier the customers."

A gesture that allows Margot to grab a stone on the stage and be careful.

"Margot was originally an apprentice to some witch."

Icka says.

"But he told me that he had stolen some magical tools and escaped because he didn't tell me anything."

"Tools."

I wonder if that's the stone or the ring you're always messing with.

As Icka said, Margot raised his hand with a stone.

"Nork Magic Academy is a place where only such selected people can enter. I don't know what to learn, but it doesn't have anything to do with us."

When Icka said that, she cheered on the stage.

Seven sparks were scattered one after the other from Margot's hand.

As Margot waves gracefully with his stone hand, the light spreads on the stage as he moves through the seven colored tails.

The cheer of woah.

Margot, who waved his hand and manipulated the light freely, looked like an undisputed sorcerer.

"But Margot is a fine magician for us."

That's right.

Almark saw the magic with freshness.

All the magic we encountered in the North was the magic used to take lives on the battlefield.

Is there any magic that makes people happy like this?

Surprisingly, Margot saw Almark.

From the fingertips stretched toward Almark on the stage sleeve, a bright red spark sprinkled to create a complex pattern that exploded in the air.

There is no stopping the crowd cheering.

"You got it, Margot."

Icka smiled.

"Now you're one of us."

"Let's give Miss Margot a big round of applause!

Danny's voice resounded.

The first stage ends.

Here, Almark had a hunch that he could learn something.