Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

The gray rope mansion is situated just in the heart of Slam Street. True to the opposite of Midnight's way of acting, which does not enlighten him of his place, it is a flashy building as if he were to proclaim himself king of the land. Useless coloring in the slums is probably as good as here.

Contrary to the brilliant atmosphere, there are few signs of people except for the grey rope guards. This is because there are many rough people in the gangs that belong to the gray rope, and if they are poorly watched, they will be entangled in trouble. People living in slums don't bother trying to get close here. Not to mention the high walls surrounding the mansion, and some watchtowers can see watchtowers carrying bows and arrows. Passing through this main entrance, which is closer to the fortress than the mansion, is about as good as an official of the gray rope.

- Normally, though.

"Hey, brothers. Hello."

"Hello!"

I wouldn't have thought the guards would be dignified and greeted from the front in the middle of the day like this. It was so unexpected that it solidified for a few seconds. I could hardly confirm that the two men and women who had greeted me were all wearing wizard robes. Fathers and daughters, I also feel that men are too young for them. Either way, it was creepy that both of those were full smiles. Normally, those who pass through this neighborhood lay down their faces and, instead of laughing, try not to gaze at each other.

"Does this fit at Mr. Tron's house in Grey Rope?

I don't mind the reaction of such a guard, but a man has asked me more about the mansion. This is also an unexpected course of action for the guards, which seems to have led to an applause for confusion. What kind of guests were you planning on coming at this hour? etc and the two guards send speculation in eye contact, but they don't get the desired results from each other. Because the response was too slow, or the orange robe girl started leaning her neck.

"Hey, don't ignore me. Is this Mr. Tron's house?

Now the man reinforced the end of the story and uttered the words slightly intimidating. If this is indeed a guest. The guards swallowed the situation and opened their mouths gradually.

"... uh, yeah. A guest?"

"Oh, no, no. I just wanted to make sure."

"" What?

I'm not a customer. Then what is it? No way, what a dick is a tourist? The archers on the watchtower are also beginning to send suspicious gazes to the guards who wonder about the presence of men and girls.

"Hal, it's final confirmation. I don't give a shit about the basics, so try to get where you can. All these guys are bad guys, so life and death are irrelevant. Well, I'll take care of that area."

"Copy that! Oh, we're the testimonials, so thank you around!

""... what?

Suddenly, if the poor girl smiles and says that, everyone will harden up. For the girl, I just declared it as formal beauty, but it seemed to have made me create a gap unexpectedly. Well, she stopped losing her hand all her life. That's why I don't condone it.

It was the palm bottom with the pronouncement of death that was released into the guard's abdomen in the next moment of the Kathikomi greeting. A fist that crushes a bone and when seen in slow motion, you can see it diving into half of your body. One crack in the guard was blown up spitting blood, crashing into the gateway to the mansion that was behind him.

- Gashan!

The door of the mansion is pulverized by the bullet of the thrown person, finishing its role with a loud noise. The remaining guards were also a detour. They followed the blown away with their eyes.

At that time, the girl was already in the guard's nostalgia and had finished unleashing her next attack. It was the upper cut that hit his jaw. This was also powerful enough to crush the opponent from the bones of his neck and cause him to dance in the universe. For a moment the eyes of the vain guard became commensurate with those of the watchtower. Dosari and the human form that lost his life then fall to the ground.

"Enemy attack!

A lookout returning to sanity sooner or later raises his voice. From the front gate side there were four watchtowers, all of which had one or two watchtowers carrying bows. Those who heard the cry cast arrows towards the girl who instantly killed the guard and the man behind them.

"- From pitcher returns, catch!

The girl is pronouncing words she doesn't quite understand. But that in itself did not surprise the watchmen. What is really surprising is that I grabbed all the arrows that the girl had unleashed. He catches the arrow pattern just before it hits her, as if he was seeing an arrow orbit.

The man was also puzzling. The unleashed arrow slips through the man and pierces the ground. No matter how many shots he tried, the results were similar, and the man didn't even try to look at this one with his arms around him, just as if he was watching what the girl would do.

"Hey, what the fuck, those guys!

"Gah!?

"Huh...?

A colleague next to the watchtower suddenly gave a strange groan. Turning to you, isn't there an arrow stabbed in the neck of a colleague that you think you shot earlier? Moreover, the arrows were painted with muddy soil and the skin that touched them was slightly discoloured.

"No way!?

Hurry and look back at the girl, an arrow was floating in front of her. No, I wasn't floating. A girl threw me away. On the verge of being shot at himself, behind the arrow, I saw a girl throwing a grabbed arrow at another watchtower. More accurately than the bow, they were thrown faster than the bow, flying in different dimensions towards the watchman's neck and left chest.

I don't know why I could understand the portrayal to that point, oh, because this is just before I die. And, having self resolved in his head, he also followed the same path.

"Gu, ah..."

Some of the watchmen happened to have an arrow hit their arm protruding forward. Heavy as iron, despite being a wooden arrow, it penetrates the arm to reach the heart, which was the first aim. Shortly before his death, an arrow penetrating his body felt softly lighter, but that didn't matter to him anymore.

"Magic, throw!

A girl with a dazzling orange robe who wiped out her watch is talking about something she doesn't quite understand.

"You're the only one. So, the prep campaign is over, do you want to go to production?"

"Yes, Master!

"That's right. It's a corner, so keep practicing your cane."

"Oh, right. Uh, cane -"

The girl who took the black scepter out of her hip porch is posing as if she were a wizard. The members of the grey rope who were observing it while hiding inside the first floor of the mansion were sweating disgustingly all over their bodies. Less than a minute of the stuff, the power outside was rendered powerless. Not so much time has passed since the raid, and the whole thing has not been well contacted. With a dozen people gathered at the entrance to the mansion right now, you can beat those guys to it?

They have never had the experience of selling fights to overwhelming beings so far because they have preferred their weaker counterparts to their work. My hands tremble and I'm thirsty. With a mind eroded by fear, the power could not be exerted, and it had become an application for other powers. If they're new in, come quick. Come quickly - now, I just hope so. I just couldn't get my head around that much because of fear, but I might say that the only temper I had left on my property was a big one.

"Excuse me!

"No, you don't have to say hello there -"

But earlier than that, a girl and a man crossed the door trail boundary. We'll have to do it when we get here. Faster than a man finishes his words, two members hidden by both sides of the wall shake the iron axe off to the girl who leads the way.

- Bakin!

The two iron axes, which should have been tapped, are bounced off the hand of the member by the girl's striking black wand. The iron axe that led to the blow-out ceiling hit the wall upstairs as it was and didn't come back to the ground floor.

"Look, you got a proper greeting back"

"Mm, sure."

Next to the crew with broken fingers and stuffy falls, the girl said so with a doya face.