Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

Immediately beside the Istol School of Magic's Higher School, there is a research building that can only be used by graduate students with good grades.

The main purpose is to ask the talented young wizard to build more drills to heights, but it is now transformed into a cave where factions hang out with each other.

The Saint-Germain faction, which is a research priority, continues to study "leave me alone," but there was a party attached to international extremism in it. I am a Whistler.

Formerly a faction designed to train young exorcists in charge of tactical research and national defense by exorcists, but only at some point will they be transformed into a group of exorcists. The cause of this is the Magic Formation Blueprint of the Extensive Extinction Magic, which was excavated from the ruins of the Old Ages, but in fact this Magic Formation was an unfinished and frustrated object.

Even when it comes to the ruins of the Old Ages in the first place, there is a great opening in their width.

A period of war that fought for territory from a period that was the beginning of civilization, a period of prosperity in which many people lived peacefully or near the dawn of their demise. This magic formation is from an early civilization, and it was from a time when magic technology was still immature.

At the time, magic was still being used by individuals, so no technology was being used to exploit the magic of nature that was born during the war. Naturally, this magic formation was premised on multiple magicians pouring their magic into operation, but this widespread extermination magic had huge flaws in it.

Magic power has properties that degenerate into multiple attributes, but at the same time it has properties that are influenced by the spirit.

When it comes to exercising magic in multiple wizards, synchronization at the spiritual level is required, which can be activated by exciting it in parallel, but there can be no synchronization between multiple wizards in the first place with a discrepancy in the spirit of the individual.

The spirit of a person has a unique wave for each person, and it is impossible to become one. Unlike joining our minds together, there will have to be more than one person of the same kind to synchronize our spirit. But it wouldn't have existed before.

Early on, the Wizard's personality became a shackle, and this magic formation did not activate.

For this reason, the extensive extermination magic produced during the war period dominated the use of natural magic, but the magic formation itself became too huge an object, making it a turret role fixed in each fort.

It could be close to a close-range ballistic missile in terms of modern weapons.

At dawn, during the Evil God War, demonic props were produced to build demonic squares, but their power also suffered defeat without prevailing before the Evil God.

Prior to the massive destruction that followed, extensive extermination magic disappeared without trace from history, leaving only imperfect artifacts that very rarely found traces from the ruins. The Whistlers do not know that it is also a substitute with many objects of early civilization and only historical value.

Regardless, the magic team improves and starts somewhat, but it wasn't enough to say it could be used in action.

How can an attack be made to the extent that the magic formation just glows? But they do not doubt that this magic formation can be used.

In short, it just floated and grew with incomplete useless toys.

However, if there is one person who has grown, it is still good, but if there is more than one person, it will be a hassle.

They did not take long enough to gradually turn into a bunch of rough men.

Brainwashing magic was making a leap against that background, but the movement has become strange lately.

"You're kidding, Sam Troll!! Now, you're just disposing of soldiers. You are thinking right!!

"What's wrong!! A knight is just a disposable force, so are all the fools who conscripted!!

"What you're saying is just a special attack!! I don't know why it works. Widespread extermination magic is part of the strategy!!

Each faction puts it in the pubic mouth [airspace rally on the plane].

It is a tactical discussion of strategic assumptions that takes place in the Whistler sect.

"We agree with that!! Think about it, all your strategically targeted enemies are convenient. Can that happen in real life? You didn't assume any other ambush? How can you say the enemy is incompetent!!

"Your tactical theory only goes to bandits!! War between nations is that simple!!

Those who were under brainwashing at the earlier tactical discussion were swayed by Zveit's theory of total urbanism and painful allegations, and the serious magicians began to review history from scratch.

Then we review the strategy from a variety of perspectives and learn how ignorant and obscure the tactics we put in place were.

As a result, the sway of brainwashing magic created great failures, and eventually those who would be free from that brainwashing began to emerge.

Currently this faction is divided into two parts, divided into realists and dreamers, with intense heated theories.

Those of whom the former looked to reality in the same way as Zveit, the latter being the Samtrol faction.

But now that the brainwashing magic itself has already begun to unravel, the Samtrol side is gradually losing its men.

On the contrary, Zveit lifted to a representative position of reality theory, insofar as it was abominable to Samtrol.

"We should also keep in mind the power of virtual enemies, beyond the limited power they have. Your tactical theory equals what an incompetent commander can stand for, dismissed!!

"Who do you think I am..."

"You're just a college student!! Authorities such as nobility and Shirai mean nothing here. In the first place, it's your parents' idea to contribute realistic strategic concepts exclusively to the defense of craftsmanship! That bloodline denies it on its own?

"Ugh..."

When the brainwashing magic was working, they were close to obedience, but once it was solved, the recoil became a big thing, stripping the thumbtrolls of their fangs.

Even worse, Bremite's brainwashing magic is beginning to spread.

The Wizard has a comparatively high ability to sense the flow of magic and is still in a state where someone is monitoring the movement of the Bremites.

To brainwash again, we have to interact with a faint but magical force, but it is likely that even a small amount of magic will be detected in a monitored situation.

This made it difficult for Bremite to brainwash again.

"It's pointless to hone that power into a strategy beyond knowing if widespread extermination magic can be used."

"Agree! This operation is obviously pointless. It's not a manoeuvre to waste your power."

"Agreed. The assumption of enemy power is too sweet. You should consider that they are human."

"I agree. In the first place, how can a widow defeat 100,000 troops? You're crazy."

"Agreed... the force of the fort will only ravage you. It is clever to retreat… it is impossible to destroy"

Once a distortion is created, its ripples begin to spread significantly.

Inside, those on Samtrol's side also began to agree, and his prospects were gradually being cornered in collapse and distress.

The foundation he has built makes a noise and breaks down.

"That's an operation that's not worth arguing about. This is far superior to Zvate."

"I don't like it. It's supposed to be almost completely destroyed."

"But it makes sense. The focus is on how much our allies' damage is reduced and survived by that desperate difference."

"If you're alive, you can count the recurrence. It's very realistic because it's always been kept in mind to rebuild the country."

"Compared to that... you're too naive, Sam Troll"

This is the result of trying to have fun and gain status.

Zveit has not come to this research building at this time.

I forbade him to come in or out to prevent him from saying anything extra, but he can talk in the dorm even if he is more than a college student.

From there, a tactical research team of the Zvates was born, and they were currently being pursued.

This ripple will still spread.

Before long, this tactical contest was held, but Samtrol became the feather of dropping off their backs with bitter thoughts.

"Shit!! You Zvate bastard, blow in the extra!!

"You're totally uncovering my magic, too. They've been watching us all along."

"Abominable... but I can't even get my hands on it! He's a Duke. You know I can't help you, and you imitate me like this... shit!

I also have a lot of resentment.

But the more self-centered and arrogant he is, the stronger this tendency is. And forget what is not as convenient as these.

It was they who first laid their hands on Zvate. I deserve it, so to speak, but it was so stupid that I didn't know it.

"Then what? If we move, they'll be suspicious."

"You have a routine event coming up. I'll set it up then."

"I see... then don't let accidental death clean you up"

"It's dangerous to connect to them and let them go."

They decide to use their last resort.

It is an unforgivable act as a person, but those who are insane with greed do not yet know it.

In a room where there was no one but them, mastery proceeded secretly.

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"Kreussus, you, what are you gonna do with the field training?

"I don't want to participate...... I want to continue my research, and I'm just wasting my time participating."

Hikikomori, etc. looked at the ancient linguistic dictionary of each race and Cloisas answered in a heavy tone.

He doesn't like athletic relationships and is proud to say that this is how he is studying them suits his sexuality.

But those with excellent college grades are forced to participate, and he sighs with a gloomy look.

An outdoor course under the name of field training was an ungrateful event for him.

"I guess I don't have to join anything else, because you're a compulsory participant ~..."

"That's the problem. What do you do with researchers in action, other graduate students are free to participate? Irrational."

"But come on, Mr. Cloisas. You should get a little strength, right? You still have muscle aches, don't you?

"If it's for research, I'll show you this much patience. I'm not joking about combat training or anything...... what does Selina do?

"I'm a pass! It's so annoying."

She refuses to participate while trying to get people to go to field training.

Those who hold certain grades are free to participate, so I can't help but envy Cloisas.

If this were the case, I regretted that I should have adjusted the unit.

"I have to join you. I skipped too much and the unit sucks."

"Makarov...... you will deserve that. 'Cause we're always playing."

"There's an alchemy lecture out there, isn't there?

"On the contrary, you've only got that lecture. Mr. Makarov."

"Leave me alone!!

E-Lin tells me, Makarov, who gets mucky.

He's only lectured in one subject, but his grades are actually at the top.

Excellent, but he's not interested in other lectures because he wants a job in his hand.

Because of this, I often took care of Cloisas the day before the exam.

"Ah, this magic letter... it's similar to the ancient language over here?

"Please tell me which kind of language it is"

"It's an elf. What does the letter mean... [wind]?

"There was one over here, too, huh? [Convergence]" in the language of Dwarf

"I found it, too. In the Beast Clan... [POWER] Is it?

The four of them share and work on decrypting magic characters, searching for literature close to magic characters and using it as a reference for decryption.

"Again, was it [words]? The magic script was a prototype of ancient language."

"Wait a minute, if so, what's the common sense of the magic ceremony we remember? Was that pointless?

"It doesn't mean it's pointless, but it means you've been learning the wrong thing."

"So what's this elusive letter? Can't you read this?

"It must have been tampered with later. So it's a meaningless word."

Selina and Makarov, who were learning magic at this college, were shocked.

On the top two in grades, but what I've desperately remembered so far is declared pointless.

Although Makarov was not as shocked as Celia was, he must have been surprised.

"Is that it? So, Cloisas, your siblings were deciphering it, weren't they? Kreussus, you didn't know?

"If I'd gone home on a summer vacation, I'd have found out, but I missed that opportunity. It's a shame."

"So you two had a magic guide who taught you how to decipher a magic ceremony? How monstrous."

"Right. It would be a rumor to be such a good wizard..."

"He seems to be a traveling magician, isn't he? He said he was a dangerous magician who tried theories in action."

Everyone lost their words.

Assuming it's true, an unnamed wizard will have magical intelligence.

If this were known to the public, the survival of the school itself would be suspicious.

Anyway, if an anonymous wizard can decipher a magic ceremony, everything taught in this college will be inferior to an anonymous wizard, and trust in the college will fall to the bottom.

I'm not saying that everything is wrong, because about 60% of what I teach in lectures is going to turn into meaningless objects.

In that way, the Faction, on the contrary, will not even be the object of criticism.

"Especially since my grandfather is also a magician. You've already got a way to decipher it, and I feel even better now?

"You're a soloist... you're going to be a big faction"

"From what I've heard, they're crushing every faction's sources of funding, right?

"That would be Father. Well, I think we're good, right? Basically, magic research is the only thing on my mind."

"Then the target... will be a Whistler, huh?"

A Whistler who can make some noise lately.

The city has worked tyranny in a chimp dispute, and there has also been noise from the gendarmerie to dispatch.

Moreover, he is now starting an internal division, at the center of which was Zveit, Kreussus' brother.

"I've spoken to my brother a few times, and apparently he was brainwashing using the blood magic of his mental system, right? The curse was broken, and my brother started harassing me."

"Whoa, isn't that a crime!!

"Yes! As a general rule, it is forbidden to use magic against others?!

"The magic of spiritual systems leaves no evidence. But strong emotional swings can cancel that effect, and they may be deliberately causing confusion."

There is no permanence in the magic of spiritual systems.

It's hard to brainwash inside for a long period of time, regardless if magic can cause more temporary confusion than being influenced by the spirit.

People tend to have emotions but thus also magic disturbs irregularly, which sometimes also affects magic.

If you have intense emotions like anger, your aggression temporarily rises, and vice versa, magic works less when your spirit is depressed. Besides, if I don't keep hanging my magic regularly, it will be gradually released by internal magic.

Ripples were spreading for one Zveit, which eventually unleashed the spirit of those who were waves and cursed, in a form that was thoroughly bumped against the main culprit by the anger that was being brainwashed.

The trouble is, the main culprit is facing the victim, so I'm angry.

That attitude had angered the victims, escalating further and depressing them to a state of internal division.

Where the Samtrolls scratched their feet, this flow will not be stopped.

"But is it Sam Troll? I don't hear good rumors?"

"Oh, you heard there was a connection to the back tissue."

He said, "I heard you saw him eating with someone you know. He said he had a deal."

"Let's hope we don't jump over here. You're holding your hand more than that, right? This is research too, so do it right."

Cloisas prompted them to continue deciphering again.

"By the way, it's lunch soon enough, are we eating here?

"Is that already the time? Right... Shall I take it for a learning meal? With the luxury of both of us."

"Ugh!? I have a pinch of nostalgia this month..."

"Me too... because I had a lot to buy..."

"It's a punishment for spreading weird rumors. Thank you for not being sued."

Selina and Makarov were to have lunch in half.

I deserve it because of the lightness of the mouths of the two people who circulated the weird rumors of Cloisas.

The two, the root of all evil, will be a breakthrough that will keep the Kreussus and the others at lunch for a while.

The mouth was the source of evil.

The Saint-Germain faction is always at this rate and continues its research without worrying about the situation around them or anything else.

They don't matter how noisy they are around if the research isn't delayed.

Probably the most peaceful faction in a way.

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"Did you hear that? They're starting an internal division, aren't they, Weaslers?

"Whatever, the Duke of Solister's sergeant and the Dora son of the Marquis of Weasler are at odds."

"Is that it? Wasn't the Duke of Solister's sergeant rotten, too?

"Rumor has it you've been brainwashing the people who belong to the faction?

"Are you serious? You're violating college policy!

The college seems to be wide and narrow, and these rumors are spreading fast.

Especially a small group, said to be the weak faction, watched over the movements of the two major factions.

"Surely it was a conflict of opinion within the faction, wasn't it?

"I heard you found out about my adhesion to the back tissue and embarked on an internal reform?

"I heard that some Samtrol shit tried to force Master Zvate into a physical relationship, didn't I?

"What? I heard that Master Tsvete will transform factions into fleshmen, of Gachimuchi...... jyuri ♡"

Well, there seems to be some unfounded demma going on inside, but in a few days these rumors were spreading.

I don't know why this happened...

"Hey, Deo... you even taught me about brainwashing magic? You don't have any proof, do you?

"No... keep up the momentum. I didn't think you were going to the bathroom..."

"I don't care, what's the last rumor? I don't remember waking up to physical beauty!

"Maybe they saw you doing sword arches every day? Some students will wake up early in the morning, though."

"That's how it connects to the bees! Besides, I guess it even runs to male suspicion."

"Mohaw, the only suspicion I have is Samtroll, isn't that okay? But... am I going to get caught up in it, too?

As for Deo, I don't want him to seem to have a weird relationship with his best friend.

If that goes into Celestina's ear, she'll have to hang herself.

That was the same with Zveit, and the rumors of that system were in a mood that I wanted them to disappear immediately.

"What better way to train in action than that? Were you able to use your weapon?

"I'm not a good fighter. But I don't want to die, so I'm in training."

"... I've never seen you before, but when are you in?"

"Three times a week, while you're taking a lecture. Thank God we have someone in our faction who can use their weapons."

"I've never been over there to train you, but if you're in action, you're gonna die? Sometimes you don't get it in training."

What I recall is martial arts training by the Golem.

Hell of a day fighting terrible by barren against a golem that plays prolonged regeneration unless it destroys the nucleus.

But thanks to this, I also learned [swordsmanship] skills and [fighting] skills, and enjoyed the process of being able to use them.

He had a really good grin when he was glad he was definitely going strong and conveyed the definite response he felt when he waved his sword.

Discuss for yourself how to fight with magic, and try it to pursue the problem, so he will surely build on it. Other lectures I thought were necessary, such as alchemy and pharmacy, had taken the initiative.

"What kind of training did Zveit have? He said he used the golem, but normally he can only use a few?

"You're a different wizard, you fought nearly thirty golems at a time."

"Normally you can't do that, can you? Who is that magician?

"You better not know that, huh? If you dare to speak of your master, you're a monster. Instructors are as hands-on as they get."

"If you can do that, I think you should be famous... why are you anonymous?

"When it comes to those in power, you're free to do research. Selling demonic material would be a lot of money, and if you were a mercenary, you wouldn't make a big fuss. We're going to fight all over the country."

Dio couldn't come up with an imaginary picture of a demon mentor who trained Zveit.

You would be right not to believe it because you have already only heard stories out of common sense and it is too absurd.

But I have to say that its strength is better than that of a lecturer at the college because it tailored Celestina, who couldn't use magic, into a 'talented woman' in just two months.

"It seems that even in a privileged environment, magic technology research doesn't go forward, and I guess the lecturer's qualities are the problem?

"I guess. Researchers will come up with the means to make money if they need it in any environment, and if it's mercenary, they have just the right prey to deal with it."

"Demons get materials and magic stones, and depending on their prey, they come in good. It's just that Tuvate's master is too insane."

"Seems like a self-satisfying hobby. Unmature people like us don't know the realm."

"I honestly don't want to see that master."

"Before that, you have a good chance of running into our grandfather..."

After that, they remain silent for a while, and the two head to the college-designated training ground.

Fifty or so people belonging to the Whistlers were gathered in the training ground.

"Are you here? It's late, Zveit."

"Wa no. Took me a long time to find Deo, who was self-training."

"Well... why does Dio's guy look like he's dying?

"Don't listen... this guy is just stepping on the tiger's tail and escaping reality..."

"I don't know what that means"

Dio's fate was in the hands of one old Icareta fool.

"... let's train for a melee quicker than that. Instructor Burban is hanging out because martial arts are not popular in college."

"The idle birds have been ringing before. You're suddenly floating around saying you want to take a lecture."

On the basis of the college students of the Whistler sect gathered, somewhat muscular...... a completely guttimchi skinhead demon mentor approached with joy.

The robe is about to rip off with muscle.

He looks like a magician, but no matter how he sees it, he has the style of a warrior who was redirecting a dangerous battlefield.

"You got it! I will live up to your fervent expectations and I'm going to smack the basics of the fight in perfectly!!

"Please. If you are in a retreat, you must defend yourself from the enemy soldiers that come after you. If enemies use magic props, they can hide themselves, so you need to be ready for battle."

"Uhm! That's good, you noticed me there. I'm happy for you. Graduate students these days wish they could unleash magic from the rear, but the battlefield isn't such a sweet thing to say no to.

Depending on the circumstances, retreats must also be viewed and sometimes served as lords. If you are brought into melee combat, a weakly defensive demon mentor is dangerous!! So melee fighting is what you need to protect yourself. "

"We can also assume that we have to be on the front line to reduce damage to our allies. It would be desirable to have a combat approach that emphasizes mobility."

"Sure there is, but you are the wizards. You won't have to fight like a knight. Remember, it's important to support your allies by whatever means you use."

"" "" Hi!!

"Good reply. I will train you thoroughly until before the outdoor course. Are you ready!!

"" "" Sir Yesser!!

For some reason, it's turning into a strange direction.

Seeing this sight, Zveit had a bad feeling about it for some reason.

And the martial arts training to begin.

On this day, in a painting by the Istol School of Magic, he says that the outrageous murmurs he couldn't hear were echoing loudly.

That ethically incapable curse lasted until two days before the outdoor course began.

And then the screams of the college students...