Halfa brought Usat and his people.
He waved at us as me and Kyou showed up training for magic.
Kyou, of course, didn't wave back, but I waved back to the point where I couldn't get around him. Why are you here? I thought so, but before class I remembered that Dr. Carla had been there beforehand when the guests were coming to visit, and I immediately understood that the guests were Usato and the others.
Introducing Usato and the others, Dr. Kara said provocatively that Usato and the others were more accustomed and stronger in action than the students at our school. It would have been visible to rebel, our class is extraordinarily like that.
I don't know what the other two are capable of, but I didn't think I could win when it comes to Usat. Power equal to or greater than mine, the magic of healing any injury for a moment. No matter how chopped up by the magic of the wind, as long as the magic lasts, there will be nothing but nightmares about the opponent attacking him with a power that surpasses the Beast Man.
But in the middle of the conversation, there came up my story yesterday about waving my fist at Usat all over the city. The suspicious eye went to Usat because of it, and Dr. Carla's sharp gaze flew in on me, too. It's good to be pissed off because you deserve it, but it was a miscalculation because of me that made my junior class problem child - Meena fit in.
That sexually evil lady is so sexually rotten.
She's the one who's been banging the same healing wizard as Usat over the years with her surroundings, and the school side is confused about punishing her because of her family.
That's what she said with a mean grin, it's simply 'to show strength'.
It's about her, if it wasn't a big deal, I guess she was going to be the expatriate. She seemed to know what she was thinking, but she wanted to know what Usato and the others were capable of, but no one tried to stop her for some reason.
I... couldn't even stop.
I didn't want to talk to the guys in this ending class, and the only well-spoken halfa doesn't try to do anything in these cases (...).
But the magic of Usat's two companions greatly overshadowed their expectations and mine.
A girl who deals with the magic of a lightning system that is more destructive than I've ever seen before.
A boy skillfully manipulating the magic of the optical system, a rare magic.
- I guess this is exactly what you're saying about being drained of your liver. Anyway, the two men who were with Usato were the two brave men Amako was talking about.
I should have ended up there.
Everyone should have convinced the two brave men to shut up and let them return to training.
"I am the healing wizard of the kingdom of Ringle, of the lifeguard."
The words changed the consciousness around me.
To the bad, of course. Kew next door got his head down, me too, of course.
My class is a bunch of firepower idiots.
With one exception, he thinks that if anything is magical, that's good. I don't mean to fool around with healing magic, but the impression that people who use healing magic are poor for classmates who don't know about him is entrenched.
"What is healing magic... I can beat it"
"Weren't you running around?
"You're stronger than us, you're lying."
It seems that both firepower idiots are in the process of being brought down.
And that sexually evil lady couldn't have missed this wonderful opportunity...
"Uh, healing magic? Are you really strong? I think I can win. '
And I said that.
"Haha, I'm in trouble," Usat replied with an unchallenged voice, keeping his smile unchanged on the words. But the light magic user next door suddenly strangled another brave man from behind.
Around I don't know what's going on because Usat next door doesn't change his expression in any way, but my well-eared me and Kyou heard a slight conversation between Usat and the two brave men.
"I know how you feel, but calm down."
"Kazuki, just a little, just a little bee... to the point of burning..."
"No, I can't."
... If the brave man who uses light magic hadn't been tolerant, Meena would have been in trouble by now.
But there was no way that a blunt, evil lady would notice that, so she raised her hand and stepped forward.
"Kara, let it go. I'd like to have a magical mock fight with this other guy, would you mind?
"... that it's a mock fight?
"Yes, if you're in a mock fight with a healing wizard who can fight the Demons, don't you worry about getting hurt?
... Chest shit bad little girl.
I mean, it's like telling Usat to be a good 'target'.
The bursting magic of the fire system she deals with must be the kind of magic that has no opposing power but is ideal for moderately hurting people, the kind of magic that her rotten sexual roots have been represented.
"Cheng Cheng, a mock fight... fine. You can do it."
"Huh?"
"Usat, it's a mock fight with magic. Can you do that?"
"Oh, yeah... well, I can..."
- But this time, the person who sold the fight was bad.
The healing wizard she knows and the healing wizard named Usat are literally too different dimensions. I don't even think a normal healing wizard would fight me head-on, let alone have more power than me the Beast Man.
"Sister, is he all right?
- I knew my brother was a kind kid with a root.
"Usat is fine," he says to his brother, who looks at the place in a complicated way. I don't think burst magic can work on Usat to a lesser extent than my wind magic.
Though relieved that they were happy with the short circuit meena, I try to see what this place is all about... but someone walked out of our class in front of Usato and Dr. Carla.
"Excuse me, can I take that mock opponent's place?
"Become!?
Unexpectedly, I raised my voice of surprise, but there would be no imposition.
The only exception to our class that came out was the one with no offensive magic - Halfa suddenly named Usat and Meena in a mock fight.
I was supposed to do a mock fight while I was at it.
How did this really happen? Seems like a mock fight with a twin-tailed girl that comes at the end of a story that provokes me, but honestly, I don't know how much to cut it off.
Moreover, Mr. Halfa has said next that he wants to take part in the mock fight.
"Oh, um... Mr. Halfa... he said he'd take his place..."
"... Oh, don't worry. I'm not fighting you. More so - it's not worth it either."
His eyes were suspiciously glowing in light purple, and his eyes were directed straight at me, saying so cold to the twin-tailed girl who questioned Halfa frighteningly.
"Would you mind, Mr. Usato?
"... um, well... soften your hands?
They say they can see the magic flow, and they won't use particularly strong magic or anything.
If you're running around properly, you can get through it. Worst case scenario, you can hit him with a healing punch and stun him.
"Where do I do a mock fight?
"Do it around the middle of the training ground, the target may get in the way... but be patient there"
Carla, who had a mean looking grin until earlier, is there any reason it's an exciting look that just says you can see something interesting now?
Ever since Mr. Halfa left, obviously the students have been on purpose... I made a pretty cheap deal, but could I have done something wrong?
... Try it and you'll see.
"Then we'll both go to a mock fight for now"
"Good luck, Usat"
"Good luck, Usato, for me."
"Thank you Kazuki"
"Is that it?"
Having gone through my senior mess, I started a light prep movement with my uniform sleeves all rolled up.
... There are times when I don't know how to react to a senior who needs to pinch a little mess.
Turning to Mr. Halfa as he extends his arms and legs, he has chosen the weapon to be used for the simulation.
I don't need a weapon. I've used a spear before, but it's dangerous if I stab him and injure him.
"Hey!"
"Hmm?... that?
From a group of students, Kyou crammed over here at a pace where he was likely to hear Zunzun and footsteps. Sounds like you're getting attention from your classmates... are you okay?
"Are you okay talking to me?
"I really don't like it...... I came all the way here to advise you!
"... advice? Are you with me?
I thought he hated the way it blew. I gazed at Kirija for something that followed me late from behind. She also had a serious look, just like Kyou.
What's wrong with you two?
"You fight now, Halfa, he looks like a good guy on the outside, but he doesn't do anything different on the inside. He's a crazy bastard."
"If anything happens, Amako will be in trouble, Usat... I won't say anything bad, so stop mocking Halfa. Halfa is too dangerous as a mock opponent."
"I don't care what you say..."
I'd love to if I could stop, but there's no reason to stop here.
If the story of my cowardly cessation of a mock battle with a student named Lifeguard Corps of the Kingdom of Lingle spreads, the name of the Lifeguard Corps may be lost and the journey ahead may be hindered.
Most importantly, if Rose in the neighboring country finds out that I got scared and escaped a mock fight, he'll definitely be punished worse than dead. I absolutely don't like that, I don't want Rose to be mad at me or punished, or disappointed.
"Both of you... corner advice, but I won't stop. As long as I'm wearing this uniform, I'm not allowed to lose."
I can't beat you in a painful way......
"... the only criterion that distinguishes that guy is whether he's strong or weak. You're going to hunt down the wizard without a hand or a hand, right? You know what I mean?
"It's okay, it's not my master."
I won't fall unless I can beat people up enough to fly for dozens of meters.
Besides, after listening to the two of them, we had a point about Mr. Halfa.
The sticky voice that crawled on my back the first time I spoke to him, my attitude since I became known as the healing wizard of the Lifeguard Corps, and the fact that I didn't take part in the training seemed unfortunate - that I was being observed for his glasses?
"Come on, Mr. Usato. Are you ready?
Mr. Halfa comes slowly in the footsteps before me as I move around the middle of the training ground away from Kirikha and the others. In that hand is a stick of wood about the length of his body...... no, the stick is gripped and he still smiles unchanged as he turns it around.
Now that grin will look fierce.
"... it's okay, I can do it"
"Really... Dr. Carla, give me a signal to start"
Mr. Carla nods and we go across the street. This one just widened his shoulder-width leg, but Mr. Halfa pushed a stick with his hand forward and set himself low.
The light of purple magic that was shining thinly in his eyes gradually increases its intensity.
I also wrap healing magic around my body like I always do, even though I feel something faint in those suspiciously glowing eyes.
I wish I could add or subtract strength well in a simulated battle I'm unfamiliar with, but let's make a move to capitalize on previous training first. First, avoid attacks, avoid all avoidable attacks. And so to speak, over the past few days, I will try to see how far I have been able to increase my healing magic power levels.
"Okay, I'll give you a signal."
Why do you seem to be having such fun?
Kara, who raised one hand and took an alternating look at me and Mr. Halfa as if to signal the start, took a step off the spot - waved down the raised arm.
"Start!!
At the moment when her voice trembled her eardrum trembling the tense air, I jumped as far back as I could (...).
At the same time as I jumped, Mr. Halfa, who jumped at the same time as the start of the simulated battle to where I was until earlier, was waving down the stick.
"Huh!? This one popped out quicker......!
"I have confidence in my escape!
"Then I'll catch it and show it to you!
Mr. Halfa, who landed about ten meters backwards, jumped out to stick out his stick at me. It's probably the first time I've seen this much leg speed even though it's not an exception like the fast, demonic or beastly, not to mention the brave Kazuki or Kamikami seniors.
Are you strong enough for Rose? That's too many exceptions, so I won't mention it for comparison.
"Huh!!
"Oops."
Avoid the stick protruding around your neck by changing your body's orientation.
Relentless neck hanging and sticking out the stick, huh? If the hit is bad, it gets stuffy.
Jump to the side as you flip yourself a streak of sticks that stick out in a row -
"I won't let you!
- I tried, but I just said I knew. A twirling, spinning stick tried to jump between my legs, and I can hang my foot payment.
I get a painful blow like this...
Roll straight from the disfigured state, jump up and land with your hands on the ground and just your arms.
"Harder to do than you can imagine..."
"I think the same thing...... Yikes!!
I'm going to keep rolling out the stick because I'm not going to give this one a break.
I try to avoid this by turning sideways just as I did earlier... but for some reason, the thrust protruding into my face stopped in inches and turned into a shove at me that turned sideways.
It's like they're prefetching the move, it's really hard to do!
The next thing I knew I was waiting for was Mr. Halfa's knee, turned to my face.
"You're aiming too hard!
Avoid twisting your body and kicking your knee near the tip of your nose.
Aim for the steeple from what, this will try to stop Kirija and Kyou. It's too dangerous, if Rose hadn't trained me, I would have stunned Mr. Halfa with a gorish push......!!
"And..."
My movements have been prepended since earlier. [M] What does that have to do with how fast the first one started from the first attack? Either way, it's a hassle. Rose has trained me to dodge it, but it would be pretty hard to avoid it if an attack had been launched before I could avoid it...
While avoiding what is critical to Mr. Halfa's pursuit, I don't see why the movement of what I would consider is predicted.
"He's a horrible person...... really...... is it intact to just do this......!!
"You don't know..."
Mr. Halfa still keeps rolling out his stick.
I can't come near Mr. Halfa because of the stick, either.
"Huh..."
You can't just be tied to Rose's words, I don't just move like I was told, I go ad hoc!
Concentrate the magic of healing on both arms raised after exhaling slowly and accept the swing down stick with a crossed arm.
There's some pain, but it's not a sword or a spear, so it's okay!
"... magic in my hands...!? Huh!!"
He releases an upper kick to Halfa, who raised his voice to amazement when he saw both my arms, but he jumps back lightly and gets distanced.
But now it's my turn to go after him.
Mr. Halfa, who retreated to the back, packs the distance in one jump before putting up a stick and releases a jump kick.
"Knock..."
"You avoided it!!
I get dodged on the verge of a kick hitting me.
After all, should we act on the assumption that the movement is being read? Mr. Halfa's eyes have just unnaturally captured only me... Well, I hope Amako's future predictions aren't as irregularly accurate as...
"Let me go with a force push!
The goal of jumping into the nostalgia could be achieved.
Did Mr. Halfa regain his peace soon, too, and stick out his pulled back stick to me? I'd say it's a boulder decision, but I won't avoid an attack next time. Whatever you can predict, I won't even bother attacking...
Play a stick protruded in your face with a fist separate from the one that wrapped your magic around you, and deflect its orientation. The tip of the shifted stick cleaves his cheek and blood sprays out of his cheek, but it's not enough injury to care.
I didn't mind shaking my fist around Halfa's abdomen.
"Heh...!?
Mr. Halfa's fist rolled out to his abdomen was inhibited and prevented by something hard, but he kept waving his fist.
Mr. Halfa dancing through the universe with fist momentum... not far from flying distance or anything, but when Rose was beating me up too, it was the sight I just saw - he said... ah...
"Yaba..."
Am I stupid!?
Why Rose Standards?
Why did you bother beating me up when I needed to pass out!?
No matter how much healing magic you hit me with, this is no boulder. It will increase the number of martial arts traditions donned to Amako again.
I rush to help Mr. Halfa trying to fall to the ground. But Mr. Halfa, positioned in the air as if to betray my agony, landed dangerously on the ground and knelt as he did.
"Ha ha... this is the first time I have ever wondered if I would die in a mock fight..."
"Excuse me! Are you saying I'm a little off the hook or am I getting used to people flying..."
Is that it? Now I feel like I saw the students at the school who can see at the edge of my sight and Kirija and Kyou blued their faces with the look they just said "You're lying"......
"It would have been dangerous without this..."
He showed me the stick in both hands, made into two. [M]
... Did you guard my fist with a stick that I put back on the verge of hitting? You've often had your defense in time, but at least you're extraordinarily stronger than the Wooden Devil Clan?
When I was secretly impressed, Mr. Halfa, who waved the sticks broken in two like a double sword, placed them on me again.
"It's not over yet. There is no way you can end it... you are stronger than I imagined and you have too much charming strength - fortunately, thanks to your healing magic, there is no great damage."
I wish I could end up here, but Mr. Halfa still seems motivated. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to stop now... but that doesn't work.
"Ha..."
Open a fist that gathers healing magic and heal the wounds on the cheeks that were severed earlier. After confirming that the wound had disappeared beautifully and refreshingly, I fisted Mr. Halfa, who for some reason was attracting that grin.