Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

I pull the love sword out of my sheath and approach Lord Nell. The fastest and shortest blow from the upper section was played by a black wand. To play the famous sword given to me by my Lord, apparently, that wand is not normal either.

Continue to release the gladiator over and over again. Was her wand extra sturdy, playing such a heavy noise each time that it didn't seem like a wand. If you do poorly, my sword, which is on your side attacking you, gets hurt. Impossible, but so illusory.

But fortunately, Lord Nell's speed and power are far below mine. The strength of Lord Nell was revised downwards than the original prospectus, but no alarm. Rather than, I can't. You must not. She is no worse than I am in terms of status. Still, because she seemed to have working an invisible force that made her feel that way, which would greatly compensate for it. Greedy everywhere, fearlessly confronted by any opponent, a savagely similar struggle, or killer. Nell Lemule succumbs to his opponent with only that sign surrounding him. Someone was somewhere, that's what you said. If you did face to face with her, the concubines would yield.

- Kickin '! Gickin'! Gigigi......!

"Do it, you......!

………

The horrible thing about her, that wasn't all. Prevents my attacks from being overwhelmed by stats. What the hell are you looking at before that overwhelming concentration? Really take the sword in a piece of paper, and let it go. The shock is minimized, and in some cases incredible moves are used over the score, and conversely, there are occasions where I am pushed back.

"Sooo - Phew..."

No. I'm supposed to be the one pushing it, but I feel disturbed every time I meet with her. Keep your distance, keep your breathing...

Gun!

- He won't even forgive me for being here. Black balls in Lord Nell's hands? Something like that was gripped, and the moment I put my distance to it, I threw it all at me. It was released without slight flaws on my face, tilting my body and avoiding it. Behind me, I heard a series of nasty noises.

... Now is not the time to turn around. To see what I took out of that hip pouch, I'm pretty sure that's like a magic item. Adding it and eating those balls decently won't even be enough for me. I saw the arrow up close when I saw it, but it felt like something magical was acting on more power than it seemed. I've never been without touching it.

"Blaze Enchant"

The Red Lotus Magic, the evolutionary form of skills you will encounter after you have extreme flame magic. The first thing I remember is this Blaze Enchant. Grant the target weapon a flame and act as a pseudo-magical sword. And...

"Dearly!"

ahead of me, releasing a vortex of flames across its extensive As far as I can confirm, she can't do it at her speed. The top attack of flame magic. Come on, what do we do?

………

Pickled and slightly frowned, Lord Nell made the black wand stand on the ground in front of himself and confronted my flames as a shield against it.

... reckless. If it's a physical attack, such as a sword, yet, Deary's flame is a range attack that swallows everything in front of you. Though sturdy, that thin cane won't make it possible to prevent flames.

"Become...!?

My predictions were easily crushed. A swirling wave of flames broke her wand into frontiers. Not exactly completely, but most flames branch from it and are cut as if avoiding the wand. What the hell is that black wand...? But still accumulates damage.

"... cum"

A flame that, if bumped from the front, would probably cause death to strike directly. The chillies and flames scorch the skin of Lord Nell with his cane, causing a thousand hair-rubber cuts that were wrapping ponytail hair. The streamlined wet feathery hair freed from restraint is probably not a good analogy to that on this occasion, but it was a beautiful thing, coupled with the red flames stained with red lotus. Even I, a goblin of other races who couldn't tell the human face, instinctively felt that way.

At the same time, my instincts are eagled by fear. She was in a burning flame, laughing. Why should we spill laughter in this critical situation?

... Enjoying it? This exchange of lives? My heart, which should have restored tranquillity, is scratched by this flame. So I'm just a little late to realize Deary's magic has come to an end.

"Huh!"

She holds the cane in place with a stab in the ground and holds the black balls removed from the pouch in both hands. And threw at the same time. But the two balls are divided left and right, and that direction has deviated greatly from me. Has he rushed the attack and gone mad at hand?

- Kickin '!

"Gu!"

Yang Mo...! Shortly after he threw the two balls, Lord Nell stuffed me in a straight line to launch a hard blow by cane. I can't believe it was praised from that tiny body, more powerful than an orga or goblinking. If it's just the muscle strength in terms of status, it's probably below that. But she's familiar with it. How can I hate them? How can I drive it and beat out the greatest power with it? If you don't give up, you'll see the winners soon!

Shortly after the sword and wand clash, the tip of the black wand, a tiny handful of takeaways, is hooked to my love sword. Lord Nell shifted my sword aside, without any concern for the flames that burned on his sword. Her kick was released from an empty gap at that moment, while she was also amazed by the vibrant skill that flowed.

It sounded like a core, a kick as much as I wanted to set an example. Still, I eat up my teeth and endure. It's a power that you might graduate from if you're an ogre, but if you're dealing with me, it's still not enough. I laugh like her and look back at her as soon as I can to try to get back at her.

- The crushing sight of the sword of love, which would have been the moment of destruction, was now right there.

"Hey......!?

Where the sword was, black balls waved fiercely to its left and right. That throw, which was also thought to have been a rampage she had unleashed before she ran out, had been aimed at this since the beginning. At the time she disappeared from my sight and transferred her consciousness to herself, the left and right balls arced greatly and she must have changed direction. I shifted my sword with a cane, clearing a gap that would release a kick at me, while at the same time fine-tuning the two balls to the point of overlap.

Multiple strained methods of warfare, this boldness that does not fear the flames and tries to carry them out. Though I lost my sword, I still can't tell you that I'm at a disadvantage that outweighs me by local power. But I see her eyes not as warriors, but as those of the earliest mad warriors.

Stifled fear surely delays one hand at a time, and eventually it leads to a fatal mistake. Before it does, before it does, hit the lead!

"Gu, uh-oh!

Sacrifice the wielded black wand at the flank and pinch it tightly between your arms. This hurts so much. The bones are definitely gone. But the black wand was sealed. If it's a simple power battle, none of the elements to lose.

The next thing she's done, switching means of attack early, is a painful punch with her fist. Let me do that, and I'll get rid of that hand - it was returned the other way around.

Idiot, I am! I didn't know she'd forgotten she had some strange tricks that would take a simple blow! But why. Swords crossed, fists crossed, her power so fast. You didn't mean it? The kind of book you get in tune with as you fight? Why, it gets scattered in my head. My body, slapped from head to ground and brought to sleep, is screaming from everywhere.

The power, I'm up. But why, I can't solve it...!? Oh, shit, yeah, I knew I was strong, the strongest...

"- Vile."

Just before I let go of consciousness, I thought I heard those words.