Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

Nell and Chinatsu then set out to go to their respective destinations to arrange a new score and the knife continued to take care of Lily. Me and Hal? We're gonna have to live up to the promises we made earlier, so we're gonna stay in the workout. If possible, I would like it to be reduced to a certain extent in order not to crush the face of the master. Whatever you wish, isn't it possible for Hal to act out of hand? Good luck with that, Master.

"Regards!

"Oh, nice to meet you"

The team with Hal starts with a thank you. It's not like I told you to do that. Hal said it out of me and I formalized it while I was doing it a few times. The motto is to give back vengeance to vengeance and righteousness to righteousness, and if I am greeted, I will return it normally.

So, this is where Hal's scared from. The moment I lift my head down to greet you, my cute, drooling eyes are transforming into the eyes of a hunter who identifies his prey. The stronger the opponent, the more silent and pale Hal becomes, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm pretty hard to do, specializing in tactics that scratch the minds of my enemies. Hal in this state is hardly upset by anything he does, and he can't take such a tactic of war on his disciples as a master before that. Seriously, it's hard.

"No doggan wand today?

"Yes, because I want to fight on the same terms as possible"

There are two main types of hands with Hull, the type that looks at pain when caught off guard with a doggone wand, and the type that looks terrible when caught off guard, mainly fighting. What, you think they're both the same? Oh, yeah, I am. Either way, it's no big deal. I've been using it over the doggone wand lately, and even if I'm bare, I can't read ahead because I have countless shapes. This mass of qualities reminds me of old Nell.

"Okay, let's go."

"Oh, come on."

The first structure Hal took was the boxing style he has seen in quite a few places so far. Looks like he's measuring the timing with a light foot judgment, kicking tons and ground. However, it does not necessarily come simply towards us in boxing as it is.

- Gun!

Yes, like this. The moment he put his foot on the ground at a certain time, Hal came in at the highest speed with his forward leaning position at once. I thought you were a tackle like when you fought the knife, and you kicked me for the side of my head. I pulled my torso back and dodged this at the nose tip thread. Yeah, you're incorporating magic to add weight and toxins firmly. Increased intent to kill.

"Roar."

Difficult to leave and another difficulty. Shortly after Hal's kick passed right in front of me, now my other leg was approaching my flank. If you look closely at Hull, he is in a reverse position and spinning momentum. What's that, Capoella!?

Carefully, this one had even more thoughtful dark magic. I want to face my master, but he's not going to attack me under the arrangement that I declared for him. So I have no choice but to avoid or defend myself. I can use both arms this time around the corner. Do you want to take it? However, I feel poisonous pressure, so I purified Hal's poison before touching it.

"Yum."

"Huh!"

Finally, the kick that weighs like an asshole also changes its settings. I'll disable the gravity operation and lighten it up the other way around. Hal frowned for a moment as he stood upside down, witnessing a kick that was less powerful than he could imagine and the fact that he had changed his weight on his own. but intuitively you must have figured out that I made a prank. I changed the operation immediately, and now you're paying for my legs with your arms.

I admire not killing momentum from upside down, but even cleverly connecting it next from that continuous attack. In that position, and I would normally wonder if I could pay for my legs with such thin arms. But Hal has a temper. Whatever your position, wherever you touch it, it's better to assume that it leads to a reflection of power. The point is, if they keep paying me like this with Hal's slender arms, I'll fall over.

But as a master, you can't fall so easily. I still don't understand the principle of empathy, but this isn't universal. For example, the moment Hal's arm and my foot touch each other, we'll tease each other of their masses. I weigh so much that the floor swells, Hal increases or decreases the weight everywhere in the body, including both hands and feet, in a series of Graviton's. Then Wonder, Hal won't be able to activate his temper.

Hal's arm, trying to pay for my leg, ended up being a horizontal chop that came and went, hitting his tibia with a bish. Ugh, it hurts a little...

"Cheerful, doesn't it activate?

………

I said away after I endured the pain, you understood the sincerity of my words, Hal jumped back.

Kick it off without question, fix it on the spot - I'm assuming that the temper that causes such a fantasy phenomenon is inherently a complex move involving many of those elements, such as perfect timing, or mutual breathing. It's a tremendous trick for someone with a tremendous skill, Hal, to be able to adjust his skills.

Then how do I attack this temper? The answer is simple, all you have to do is unbalance him from here. As I did earlier, I deflect the timing, the center of gravity of Hull, and drastically alter my eligible weight, stirring up the horn Hull on the rabbit. If we can do that, it's possible to clear up and prevent Hal's temper. Even Hund would have found a way to deal with it in that battle if he kept changing his body constantly.

"This is a unique way for me to deal with dark magic, but even the Great Eight demons, if they care about it, will deal with their temper in the midst of battle. It is strictly forbidden to overuse it because it is not all-purpose. Especially if they know what's in their hands."

"You'll learn. Another fight, okay?

"I won't say a fight, I'll hang out with you until you're satisfied. It's a reward."

"Thank you!

Then again, Hal flirted with me in his freakishly prolific overall martial arts and struggled to get me on one knee at all costs. How many hours on earth would I have done this? This kid's growth is really amazing, and every time I make a move, Don, I'm getting tough. but the day it is defeated is not today. I'm safe, I made a successful defense.

"Uh, shit, I'm tired... you know, even after the fight with Alarcal, you were fine until the end, right? How bottomless a stamina is that?"

"Hey, hey...! Oh, thank you, thank you!

"Yes, Fatigue"

Hal gives thanks for the end as he falls asleep with a big letter on the floor. Speaking of exercise volume, Hal is more overwhelming than me, who was thorough in receiving all the time. It is natural for this to happen.

"Ugh, I should have been doing well today, but I feel so sick from the middle of nowhere. I know why..."

"You bet. Just so you know, I was kind of jerking off with gravity. You couldn't have made an honest move, could you?

"Yes, very..."

Hal himself must neutralize the magic I cast in order to make a full move in that frequent weight change. He was a great pair of hands for Hull, nervous all over his body, so that he could adapt more smoothly and faster than he thought...... and feel the magic flow on his skin as he repeatedly attacked him like that. I'm tired, too, as a price!

"It's time for dinner. If you stay asleep, it's time for Chinatsu to come and get you, okay?

"Yes, I'll wake up now. Phew, Fighto!

"Oh, seriously, I got up... oh, yeah. I'm going out with you to another continent in the near future, so put it in your head. Hal and Chinatsu, and then the knife."

"Huh? Ah, hey..."

Oh, no. Hal's battery is dying. Let me tell you again after I let you charge me at dinner.