Forty-three teams qualify for the clan match.

The top four last year will be competing from the main game because they have seed rights.

And in the primary, 24 teams win out, and in the secondary, 4 teams win out and go pawn to the main game.

"Start the 485th clan match now. The first assignment of the qualifying round is to have the statue of an equally sized teacher, Dr. Silence, made. The time limit is three hours. Clans whose work has been completed shall apply for review. Okay, here we go!

We're in a designated area of the school yard.

They must complete and be vetted within three hours of the assignment announced by the male teacher.

But all of a sudden, I didn't know you were going to pose a sexual harassment challenge. I like that!

"Speaking of statues, dirt or ice, right?

In Carla's voice we see Peron.

Except for me, the ice attribute doesn't exist, so the peron that inevitably has the earthly attribute has a gaze on it.

"Oh, I'm not very good at earthly attributes..."

Peron answers everyone's gaze as he steps back.

"We'll all follow you, so do it with the willingness to die!

Carla drives normally, doesn't she?

So why don't you all tell me to do it, and Carla starts by saying, "You're not going to have to rely on Christoph to qualify for a clan match! 'Cause everyone is convinced by the proclamation.

If the four of you were going to parasitize me with a hug, you said there was no value in this clan.

Yeah, it's a good idea!

"I'll try my best. Is it okay with the dirt?

"Isn't the stone better?

"But if it's stone, it's hard to process?

"But if it's dirt, it might collapse while it's soft and processed?

Clara and Pritz's siblings discuss the material.

"I'll soil it! We have to be able to process it in a short time with stone."

Carla has decided on the material, so Peron can magic the magic formation.

Perón created a mass nearly 2 m high with earth-magic gathering soil.

This alone is draining a large amount of sweat from Peron's forehead.

The lumps of soil created by Peron are soft and not where they are processed.

"Clara, can we cement the soil?

"Leave it to me!

Clara pours magic into the soil as she approaches a mass of soil.

"Give the little devil, pour out the power of darkness, fix his... dark mist"

Clara's unleashed Dark Mist creates dark fog and is the magic of dark attributes that wrap around objects to block sight or inhibit action.

So you pour that dark mist into the soil gap to act like an adhesive.

Hmm, don't think about being good.

If I were to be able to process that mass of soil, I would wiggle the soil around with water magic and pull out the air, and I would cook it up with fire magic and fix it, but this would be it.

Well, if you're going to get your hands on it from the start, you can be an advanced magical ground-create of earthly attributes I've learned recently.

"Pritz, cut it out with the wind."

"Yeah, I'll try"

"Peron must hurry to restore his magic."

Carla gives instructions with tequila, and Pritz scrapes a chunk of dirt with wind magic.

Peron restores his magic with mana potion, but he can't recover to the fatigue he attacked once, so it's a short break.

With Pritz's work sideways, Clara paints an image diagram of Dr. Silence on parchment, showing everyone the painting she could do.

Don't... don't be too colourful.

I think it would be a high point to add more color to all the male teachers, but if everyone is convinced, is it okay?

Plitz has more magic than any other student.

Consumption is intense and continuous when unfamiliar work is carried out even with such a pretz.

Peron and Pritz take turns scraping Dr. Silence's rough contours out of a mass of dirt.

I guess the two of us who sharpened the general outline have already drank nearly ten mana potions and their bellies are in the water belly. Moving makes a noise called tapun.

... Gumball!

"Okay, I'm next!

Karla wraps lightning around the tip of her right index finger to work through the details and scrapes the soil.

Looks like a lot of mess. Carla is the best at magic manipulation in this.

Except me, of course.

Time is running out. It's almost three hours now.

There was a fifteen-minute announcement earlier.

"Done!

"" "Ooh!

Cheers come from three people: Peron, Clara and Pritz.

I am thrilled because it is a work that we have all created.

But I'm unhappy!

If I can do this, I think it would be a delicate place to break through the qualifying round.

So you should ghost your heart and say it.

"I'm sorry I'm impressed, but I don't think we can make a qualifying breakthrough without more finesse."

"Ya, sure... a lot of corners..."

The four of them have lost their previous smiles and are depressed.

You might not be able to tell them not to be depressed if they tell you that you can't make it through the qualifying round with a statue you've created with all your energy, but even if you're drooling like that, things won't get better.

"Can I finish it? I'm still a part of" MI Tukur, "and I don't think you've done anything about it, do you?

"Right! Christophe is also part of 'MI Tukur' so get the work done!

The four of us have been working so hard on this, you want me to give you a little hand?

"Three hours have passed. Like stopping the work! If you put your hands on it in the future, you'll be disqualified!

It must be something like this.