Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

The graduation festival takes place in the largest campus yard in the College. Do you have a big budget or do you set up a temporary arena and audience at this place every year? Our battle stage is defeated by passing out, gibberish, or leaving this slab on a thick slab of stone shaped squarely. The rest is settled at that point if the referee finds it impossible to continue any further fighting. The object to be used is limited to the cane applied for, and it is forbidden to cause death or injury to the target. Be a student and fight square and square. That's what makes it a superficial slogan.

"We will now begin the first match by Solte vs. Harna. Both athletes must go up to the center stage with a cane authorized for use."

Communication was made by the broadcasting department. Finally, the graduation festival begins. Kara and the others are going to be watching the game in the audience, but I'm holding back the next game in Sorte, so wait at the stage entrance closer than that.... and there are times when it wasn't very much in the air.

When I saw the stage, Salte was just about to head out.

"... Salte, come on!

"Yeah. With that word, it's a hundred manpower."

Making a smile for just a moment and looking back, Salte goes up to the stage. He's got a handmade wooden cane in his hand, and we were supposed to build our own cane as part of a college class we went to a year ago. At that time, we searched ourselves out of the ingredients tree and carefully took the time to create one while braiding our magical powers while amateurs. That's that wand.

Sometimes the other guys had a good original style, and I felt like I only made it to enroll in classroom subjects, and then I used other canes. Only me and Salte, who are never wealthy in that, are still using their canes back then.

But this wand can't be so stupid. In an attempt to make a good cane at all, the ingredients were carefully selected from trees containing luxurious magic in the depths of the forest, and the production time was twice as long as normal. When it was slow to make it, it was also made brown, but the result was a fairly well made cane. I just made it myself, and it went great with the wand and magic, when it performed better than a little luxury stuff there. That was when I raised my nose high and won around.

"I guess I won the graduation festival frame while using such a cane. It's so emotional. So don't lose, Salte. Because he's one of those guys who worked hard crawling around the ground with me...!

Sorte goes up to the stage one foot away, waiting for his opponent, Harna.... Don't get nervous even though it's not your turn to do something about it. This unique air, the blood making a scene? No, will it get cold? Horns on the rabbit, restless.

"Harna, are you there? Please enter the stage."

"Ah, yes! Excuse me, I'm leaving now!

To broadcast again, her voice rose from the opposite entrance. Apparently, he's about to be late. Kind of intimate...

"Sorry to keep you waiting ~. Huh, I almost got lost going to wash my hands"

- intimacy, feeling...?

"... that? I didn't make it, did I? Gilliout?"

Seeing her show up through the entrance, the venue quieted down with Sin. Look at her, not so much at the cane pieces she has, huh? The wand, bigger than her body, was dyed up in black in its entirety, with a vicious blade on the head area. She seems to be carrying lightly, but I think it's actually an uninterrupted weight. When she walks on the lawn, she leaves a small footprint there. That, wouldn't it suck if you jumped at all?

"Oh, hey, is that a wand!?

"No, no, how did you see it? It's an axe weapon. It's got a blade on it, right?

"But even Therese Student Chairman's wand has a shield..."

"I mean, how can you have that normally? It's made of metal, right?

Such a surprise around her, whether she knew it or not, she cared about the awkwardness and tardiness.

"Oh, oh, no... excuse me. We're still fine in time, so please go on stage."

"I'm glad. If this disqualified me, I didn't have a face to match my master..."

Ho, lowering her reassuring chest, she goes up to the stage. Because of her mind, it felt like the ground was screaming every time she walked.

"We will contact you in advance. With regard to the canes brought in by the contestants, our operations and pre-confirmation by the teachers have already been completed. Some of them may not look like canes on the outside, as Harna did this time, but they were admitted by activating caning skills. This is the magic item that will be passed on to our school from generation to generation, so I hereby certify that there is no injustice."

The Operations and Broadcasting Department seemed to anticipate this. It answers the questions that everyone feels very well. But seriously, should I admit it, give me that wand!? Therese Student Chairman's had faith in him because he was a defensive specialist, so there was somehow something he admitted, but how he saw it, he would kill him! You made it to kill people!

"Mr. Sorte, right? Thank you for today! It is such an honor to be able to fight the students representing the Ardelheit School of Magic!

"I'm honored, too, Mr. Harna. I'm going to borrow your breasts, and let me do it, right?

"Haha ~. Me, I don't have enough fine breasts to lend you ~. Ningro, I want to borrow Mr. Salte's breasts so much!

………

When you say hello to me, Harna deals with Sorte with a nostalgic smile that's no different. Very much not the face of those who are about to play the game. And that's a joke or a serious one, and I have trouble judging around it.

Don't be alarmed, Salte. Especially watch out for that cane! I turned to Salte and all I could think about was that.

"- It's time for the game to start, so the contestants are asked to stand on the starting line on stage. Are you ready?

"Anytime."

"It's okay!

"Thank you. Let's get this game started!

The flaming magic that informed the start of the game jumped from outside the stage to the sky.

"Diesefilt"

"- Huh!?

When I thought there was a flame of signals, the top of the stage instantly enveloped me in the dark. It's as if he punched a ton of bamboo ink there, and he can't see the back at all with a single black color. That seemed to be the same in the audience, and they were all getting themselves out of their seats, just like me.

And I saw it. Just before the stage was wrapped in darkness, the eyes of a child named Harna turned to someone else's. Being so far away made me feel cold on my back.

"Never be confused by the appearance, never be alarmed."

Chairman Therese's words are played back in his head. Oh, is this what happened? That kid's eyes should never look alike. All I can do is raise a cry for Salte's attention.

"He's a user of dark magic! Salte, mind you..."

But it was all too late. Something popped out of the darkness to block my screams. Momentum, no stray. It hasn't been seconds since the game started, it's still that time. What the hell popped up? Is that a wand? Is that magic? Yeah, I know. I know. It's a shadow I've been so used to going to college. I can't possibly see it wrong.

"So, sorteyee!?

It was Salte herself who was thrust off the stage and jumped out of the venue. He bled out of his mouth and his favorite cane in his hand is broken perfectly from the middle. No further trauma can be seen from here. I was running unconsciously out of a mix of emotions.

"Shit, it's a fight! Winner, Harna Katsuragi!

"Yummy. Medical team and stretchers, come quickly!

"Sorte, sorte!

Teachers and I who were nearby rush to Salte. Maybe the darkness was already clear by then. When the darkness disappeared, Harna was standing in the starting position where Sorte stood, opening her mouth with real satisfaction.

"Thank you!