Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

- Day 22 of training.

The sun rises and the bell rings to inform the morning. Finally, this day arrived. After enrolling in college, there was a graduation day that I admired when I saw the backs of the seniors going nestled. I'll definitely compete myself one day and grab that glorious glory in this hand. With that thought in my heart, I encouraged my daily studies to work out.

"Can you really win..."

But I hit the wall. It's a tall, unbridgeable wall. That thought, which was hot, always sank in cold water and left it somewhere.

Weerell Joshua, the head of the graduate, graduated this year after flying class, a real genius. He said he enrolled two years later than me, but his magic is out of digits, and the magic of manipulation is all powerful without any help. Besides, he is certain of his lineage, and he is the grandson of the country's finest greatness, Prime Minister Joseph Magic. I can't believe how unfair God is, and how talented he makes a difference until he's born. Perhaps Wheelel has been educated in brilliance since he was a little girl. Otherwise, there's no way I can explain that cod strength.

Oh, yeah. Wheelel isn't the only one with a wall. The drying of the sync masterfully manipulates flame magic in that gatai, and I have an excellent taste in handling canes. Honestly, I can't think of a vision I can win when it comes to melee.

Therese Student Chairman doesn't even make a fool of himself if it's a flesh-bomb fight. No, instead of not being able to use magic in that guy's case, he feels sturdy and mentally steely like an idiot... he's also a super idiot who has managed to prove that he can do it in this college even if he can't use horns and magic. Fools who are too degrees can't get their hands on them, and I can't very well imitate them.

Kara what an unserious bad student she should have been, but at some point she got past me in all subjects. I guess he was a genius in a way, but I'm not convinced. I have some suspicions of being secretly autonomous, but I'm not convinced to do it. I'm talking about skipping class and what you're doing.

A prince after that. He's a shitty bastard who's been admitted en route, and his name is Nebul. It's just the atmosphere. That's why they call me a prince. I don't know if he's really a prince, but I don't try to talk about myself at all. Since when did you fight me and eat a rival declaration? Well, that guy's better than me, too, and if we duel now, can we win...

"... to the boulder, it seemed like he could beat the Salte guy."

Solte, who's been in the same class since school, is a fucking serious, tough caretaker on me, a guy who can be described as corrupt. And the lowest grades of the sixteen elected, just like me. He was the only one I had a chance against, but according to yesterday's chairman, we have a match with the presidential nominee coming from the outside before we organize the tournament. If it's going to be in the form of a college vs. a nominee, my first opponent is that nominee. Inevitably, me and the Salte guy will never hit again. That fucking dean did something extra...!

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

Second, the dialogue Dry told me came back to the back of my brain.

"Win, win... my dream, my admiration..."

It's strange with habits, but even now that the heat has cooled, only the workout continues unchanged. I managed to slip into graduation festival members to see if such inertia had succeeded. No, maybe somewhere in my mind, I felt like I couldn't give up my dreams. I feel like I don't want to lose to the prince, to Kara, to Wheeler...

"- Oh, shit! I don't want to lose! I don't want to lose, and my dream's not over yet!

If I'd known, I'd be screaming. In the morning, even though it was a college dorm, I was shouting for nothing to worry about.

"Looks like you're okay now. Mr. Keel."

"Whoa!?

And I'm surprised, seriously surprised. There was a salte next to my bed. In my usual glasses, my usual uniform, my usual three knitting. So did the sudden appearance, but the atmosphere was different somewhere.

"Hey, what the hell, Salte! Don't come into people's rooms on your own!

"I'm not closing the key, Keel. It's your fault, isn't it? Besides, I don't even know your face anymore."

"Oh, my God, I've always seen that. The remarks..."

"'Cause you do, don't you? Who do you think's been waking you up, Keel?

………

Solte sometimes comes up to the college dorm to wake me up. Originally it started when I was weak in the morning and I was late in a row. Salte, who was instructed by the teacher in charge to pick me up in the morning, comes to wake me up like this even when I can.

"But I guess it was good. Looks like you finally made up your mind."

"... what?

"Facing your dreams. You just screamed in front of me. I don't want to lose."

"- Oh, don't say it, don't say it! What Punishment Game!?

Eat it and hang it on a salte that turns brown. Sorte laughed strangely and avoided my dive gloriously. So I fall off the bed to the floor.

"While I'm at it... Damn, what is it really?

"Phew, I'm sorry. But, you know, I knew. Keel, about your dream. I've been watching you... so I'm going to be serious at the graduation festival, too. If I lose my hand, I get serious about my dreams, Keel, because I think you're rude."

"What?"

Salte unknitted three knits and removed her glasses. I don't think that's all that made me stronger, but at least the image of this guy that was in me was refreshed. Sorte, who was so serious, just lowered her hair and took off her glasses, and she looked so pretty that she was surprised.

"At the graduation festival, I'm different than I've ever been, Mr. Keel? If I may, I'd like to bump into you in the finals. Well, it depends on the tournament table, huh? So don't lose the first fight or anything, Mr. Keel. Because I'm the one who's gonna take you down."

………

I couldn't say anything back to the guy who showed me his back and left the room. Because you do, don't you? The leopard is too weird. But that expression of confidence... it's not normal.

"Ha ha, what the hell. You mean everyone was stronger than me after all... superior!

I don't have time to be depressed. Oh, yeah. There's no reason to be free. Thanks for the indolent, continuous workout! You stopped connecting my dreams so far! Wait, Prince, Wheelel, and Salte! Defeat you guys and I'll grab your graduation glory with this hand!

Then I had a good breakfast and headed to the graduation venue. There were about half the other members in the venue, but they didn't seem nervous. On the contrary, it's the end of telling me if I'm waking up. Oh, I finally woke up. So wash your neck and wait. Oh, no! My mood hasn't been elevated in a long time and I wasn't looking forward to the graduation game.

- But I didn't even think about it at this time. I can't believe the prince, Kara, and possibly the solte guy who was stronger than that, beat the girl on the dean's nominee without her hands or legs.