Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

- Day 21 of training.

The day before the graduation festival, the college was surrounded by hustle and bustle. Even if the Graduation Festival is the College's biggest event, its operation and management are carried out by the students to the minimum extent necessary. Students are not the only ones who are busy preparing for the venue or making decisions about who is in charge. Each of them moves to fulfill their role. There was still a last meeting in this student council room between student council members and contestants. Participants in the graduation festival were selected from the selection panel and a total of sixteen senior students with excellent grades. Among them are, of course, Therese and Wheelel. Therese, in particular, had to do both the operation and the contestants, in the position of student chairman.

"- So for this year's graduation festival, the dean's nomination framework will be adopted for the first time in over a decade. That would also be unusual in two frames, so I want you to respond calmly."

"Hey, wait a minute, student chairman! The people who decided to make that quick appearance are out of school, right? How can you go to a graduation festival that should consist of graduates!?

When Therese started talking about contestants using the dean's nomination frame, the point being Yuna and Chinatsu, students who had not been informed of it raised their objections. It is a voice within the assumptions for Therese and also a nasty voice to convince.

"The dean's recommendation framework called for promising peers from out of school, and it began in the first place as an attempt to inspire and incite the students. It is a well-known fact that graduation contestants this year are more level than usual. Perhaps the dean expects it. We need to step up further by exposing ourselves to the outside wind."

"Mm, uhh... maybe it does..."

When the seriously looking girl in the glasses presses her silence, this time a student sitting next to her raises her hand. She is a female student with a flashy impression of a broken uniform.

"Yes, sir. What are you going to do about the game format? I heard before that it was a tournament format that we make from sixteen of us, right? Sixteen of us were arranged beautifully, but no, eighteen of us was a halfway table, right?

"We are going to ask the bottom two of the sixteen to perform on that, and the two new presidential nomination frames to be invited, to play the game before the tournament begins. Would it be easier if you thought there was another game further down the tournament table?"

"What? Hey, that's me..."

"Hmm, in short, you're going to finalise the official right of entry there? Yeah, isn't that good? I have nothing to do with it."

"Oh, hey, Kara! Whatever you want..."

"If it's a matter of decision... I don't want you to prolong it too much... it's a waste of time..."

"- Eh. CH, I get it..."

To Wheelel's fine voice, the boy student who was about to disagree took his seat without saying any more words. Wheelel simply wanted to make it to training time, but the word is immense. She is particularly heterogeneous among the sixteen elected, so few try to be hostile.

"Thank you for your cooperation. After the results of the four matches, we plan to run the draw by whale pull again to create a tournament table. It is also a surprise element of the day for the Dean's nomination frame, so please do not divulge any information other than those involved here."

There was also a willingness on the part of Wheelel to remove his seat as soon as possible, and the meeting from then on was able to proceed smoothly. When the meeting is over on time, each of them takes their seats at the head of Wheeler and leaves the room. Among them, there were students who sighed loudly as they lay down on their desks, boys who were supposed to hit the bottom of their grades among the sixteen and play games with participants from outside.

"Damn, I thought you were a know-how by winning the top 8 once..."

"Ha-ha-ha! Don't be so pussy, Keel! And your goal is a punch! If you're a Han, your dreams are big, don't you say you win!

Apparently, Keel, the one who is losing the majority of his earliest motivation, slaps his shoulder in a big way is a tall chunk of muscle, a student of the Tori Round Boy. He can only look like a warrior or a fighter no matter how you look at him, but he can be a clean wizard and a namesake at the top of his grades.

"Dry, I'm not a bloodthirsty guy like you... leave me alone"

"Come on, you're seriously dying. Oh, my God, the Golden Generation's name is gonna cry! Hey, Therese Student Chairman!

"That's right! Mr. Keel, what do you do with atrophy on someone you haven't even seen yet? Shh! We're gorgeous when we win, and we're golden when we lose! It's the destiny of a generation!

"Oh, it's so hot and painful when these two get together..."

- The Golden Generation. It is about the graduates of this semester who have long been part of the history of the Ardelheit School of Magic, especially the most talented and powerful. Its culminating point is that they have already received attention from various fields, some of whom have been promised their place in the royal castle. Incidentally, the nominee for this name is Therese.

"I wonder if I'm a better gem than gold."

"Oh, Kara, I'm so sorry! How dare you just now!

"Hey, don't shout in your ear. Besides, it's a mistake to complain to me. If you have something to say, tell Wheelel you've made it faster."

"Bye, you stupid bastard! You can't say that! He is the heir to the Joshua family and is the head of the Golden Generation!?

"So at that point, you're a loser. I've been giving up before I fought. Right, Prince?

Kara called out to a boy student who keeps his back on the wall as he meditates his eyes. For some reason, even during the meeting, he remained in that outfit without sitting in his seat.

"I'm not interested. I'm just going to take down the enemy."

"Ha ha, Uru. He's more conceited than your son, Senior Canon, who was at last year's graduation."

"I'm not conceited. This is the vegetable."

"I'm conceited -. In general, it's called a shitty dialogue."

"Hmm. More than that, Keel, I won't let you lose the first fight. I'm the one who beats you."

"Not again, Prince. Why do you poke at me every time..."

There were female students peering inside through a gap in the half-opened door of the room as the students were busy around Keel. I pour a hot gaze on the keel, and it's creeping.

"Mr. Keel, Fight......!

There seems to be some kind of explanation. Not close. Not involved, but auspicious.

"Oh, no, chairman, does the chairman know about the people the dean recommends? Tell me."

"Heh, it's a secret. We're talking about the top secret. My mouth is stronger than Mount Jingu's!

"Maybe the kid you were dining with at the cafeteria before this?

………

"Oh, are you serious?"

Kara took silence as an affirmation to Therese's reaction with her mouth shut firmly. Therese was going around with Hal and the others the day she showed us around the school in a way that kept us away from the candidates' classes on purpose. But Kara was skipping class. If Therese and Wheelel are together, attention will be drawn, and if there are other people, it will be remembered. For that reason, Kara was the only one who saw it.

"O, oh-ho-ho-ho-ho! I'll do it, Mr. Kara! I'm impressed. Wow!

"I don't care about the sensibilities. Tell me what kind of child you are."

"... Whoa!

- Gashan!

"Ah, the student chairman jumped out the window! This is the third floor!

"No, Therese Student Chairman would be fine. He's tougher than me."

"Oh, you got away with it. Go home, too."

When Kara opened her hand to the door, there was a seriously looking girl with glasses directly in front of her. Two people with unintentional gaze bumps.

"Ki, Keel, you fight......!

"... Salte, I'm in a place like this again. Are you gonna make a good announcement by the time you graduate?

"... but I'll do my best"

That's how the graduation festival was approaching.