Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Journal

The day I gave Noah the magic gauge, he was pretty excited, too, apparently.

I didn't collapse the calm, deposited butler statues beside me, and I didn't snort them at all, but the inside seemed like a wolf, and in my free time, I took out a notebook separate from the one for work and shimmered alternately with the magic gauge.

Around there, did I still say the Magic Master?

After all, the magic gauge seemed to be an innovative invention, even saying, "That's great" and "Spellmaking is going pretty well".

It was a sudden change of place of employment, but as a squire I seem to be able to be quite a satisfied husband. From time to time, I'm like, "Don't you do anything else funny?," etc., and I want you to stop treating people like surprised boxes, whatever.

Noah's arrival also dramatically reduced her daily burden.

Cleaning the room I've been doing on my own.

Arrange a decent meal or laundry.

Others even get ready to get dressed.

You're a worker. Yeah, your job's perfect, too, the more yellow voices you get from the female servants in the mansion once you walk.

Superman. Actually, even when they told me the contents weren't human, I was perfect as a butler, as much as I was likely to believe them.

Others have physical arts...... as part of their martial arts acquisition, and they also wear sword arches.

Now I'm borrowing the garden tip of Crave's mansion and confronting Noah with a wooden sword.

The mould is typical of kingdom-style fine swordsmanship. In a move similar to what we call Western swordsmanship in the man's world, he holds the style of fighting with poking as the subject.

Stand with your body facing aside, half-body, and your right hand protruding forward with the object. The cutting edge does not move perfectly toward the other person, but focuses on the [occurrence] of the other person's actions.

And it starts with a sword, a poke at each other.

"Shh!"

"Ku......"

Contrary to his own unscrupulous movements, Noah's sword sword sword is - sharp. Moreover, the cod appearance that the cutting edge extends beyond the predicted position of arrival.

The object I have was actually a completely different one, so lame a technique that people would believe me even if I were told it was a demon sword that was telescopic and liberal.

I try to pay for the misery, but it doesn't even hit me.

Attempting to twist your hips and turn sideways is also accommodated.

I can draw my legs and try to pop out at once right after, but I can keep my distance because of the awkwardness of the movement.

"Shit!"

"Ha!"

You'll get a point if you just hang up, but you can't even be the target of an eight-year-old boy.

Soon Noah will poke the tip of the wooden sword down my throat.

This result, for the tenth time now.

Now that we are working hard, we can see how he is opening up his powers.

... Even if I look at Noah's movements, the human physical abilities in this world are even more dizzying.

Regardless, very common human physical abilities fit into the common sense degree of the man's world, but with the addition of blood muscle and excessive workout there, it even makes it possible to move like a hero coming out of a reading.

If I had been that guy, I might have said, "That's the fantasy world," etc.

My breath is at its limit, and I sit on the spot.

And it was an honest compliment to say.

"Noah's strong."

"Exactly, Arcs. You can't take a step back. If that happens, Crave, they're gonna tell me I'm working out again."

"Uncle, is the sword strong too?

Let me tell you something, not just the sword, but everything.

"Ha."

He also succeeded as a magician and master of swords. Then the army is in a position to move. Wouldn't it be a scam to get here? Uncle Crave seems to be a serious strong character.

Noah reaches out to pull it off.

When you grab it and stand up,

"Master Arcs. As you cross the border, may I ask you one thing?

"Yeah? What?

"Arcs, you have a verse where you're trying to force the movement you're thinking about with your head. Only my thoughts are empty and my body hasn't gone after me"

"Oh well..."

"I think I've been trying to be odd from time to time, but I was wondering if those moves might not be too good"

"Yeah......"

"To be strong, it's still crucial to get a good look at the underlying moves. It's not a bad move, so let's train the tunnels first."

Nodding and responding to his offer to do a solid foundation.

Apparently, as far as Noah's word goes, it doesn't mean he's not as talented as he is.

But...

(Nothing. I wasn't trying to be odd earlier...)

I think so myself, but that's what Noah seemed like.

But isn't it impossible? In fact, he's trying to make the man's movements that he remembers with his head, with this little body. I guess the movement is going to be semi-permeable and it will look like I'm trying to make an unusual move.

(I knew if I was going to do it, since my body got bigger)

Even in a man's life, the sword has worked since he was a child, but as his body grew, he was able to move in a variety of ways.

Then I guess it's still too early.

............... After my audition with Noah, I went home to the Laceft family mansion.

As I walked down the hallway, I saw Riesha.

The silver hair is tied to the ponytail with a blue ribbon, as usual, and the skirt is worn. Despite the martial arts trail, it would be my mother Celine's hobby to be a cute outfit rather than a moveable outfit.

Speak to her as she walks softly, rocking the edge of her skirt.

"Good morning, Liesha"

"Good morning, brother"

The greeting came back, but for a moment it seemed frightening.

Soon Riesha peeks into the back and corners of the aisle - eventually exhaling in relief.

"My brother, I'm sorry"

"No, fine, but what's going on?

"My father and mother told me to stay away from my brother..."

"So what?"

That's the usual one. Limitation of overdone contact from parents.

I used to be cautious, but the next time I broke that statement, I wonder what I would do. I don't think there's anything in these accidental encounters - about those parents. I can't guarantee it.

"After all, are you just saying bad things about me?

"Yes, my brother said that incompetence was infected when he approached the Laceft family."

"... well"

There's no way. Thanks. They want to believe that there is an [incompetent fungus] that is fictional.

I don't like hair. I'm superb here. I don't care because I'm already sad or whatever, but I want to tell you not to get Riesha involved in it.

Anyway, I'm only fortunate that I'm being nice to Risha.

However, it would seem that only if I were involved would I be particularly harsh.

Even if she's scared of this, that's something I know very well.

"Liesha, from now on, you can be cold with me. Hopefully, when we're alone, we'll be normal."

"So, but..."

"Fine."

…………

When Risha pressed silence for a moment, she eventually nodded and seemed sadly dropped.

But there's no choice. If you don't do this on the face of it, Risha could be in terrible shape.

We can't do this to ourselves right now.

When it comes to what you can do, it's enough to build up strength while making it big.

(............... I said I'd give it back)

Perhaps my father Joshua has considerable expectations of Riesha.

Born (Arcs) was no good, but he still has something called education.

I would raise Risha up to be the magician she deserves to be picked up and try to show it outside.

Then it is possible that if you are poorly informed of your strength, you will now have a spearhead pointed at Riesha. They are under pressure and threaten to hit eight.

Of course, I'm talking about if my strengths outweigh Reesha's - maybe I shouldn't create a situation where I can compare much.

In the future, I think of the fold that I thought I would have to move around while I was careful, and I remember that there is.

"Happy Birthday, Liesha. That was about four days ago, wasn't it?

"Yes, thank you"

"So, it's me..."

That said, I take the card case out of my clothes pocket.

I can't go see Risha from herself, but I was always carrying her in anticipation of seeing her by chance like this, or Risha stealing her parents' eyes and coming to see her.

"This, Birthday Gift"

"Brother, what's this?

Risha is correcting the card case she received.

"Say this is a tramp -"

Give Risha a card… to explain the cards.

This, of course, was made with the knowledge of a man. As Risha celebrated her birthday, she thought of making a gift from herself, and came up with a card toy that was not common in this world.

Naturally, I can't paint well, so it's just a symbol.

Because she is a trail of difference from herself, she also frequently faces interactions with other houses.

Some friends would have made it in that relationship, so they wouldn't have any trouble playing with this.

"I also have a piece of paper in it that says how to play, so read it. We'll hang out later."

"Yes! I'll see you later!

You were happy with the gift, and Risha gave me a laugh that I could play.