I may be in the best position. [M]
But what Mr. Halfa has changed. He has a broken stick in two hands, which means he has more trouble with two weapons.
The reach was shorter but more troublesome than that.
"Shatter..."
I don't need that much power to break from the earlier feeling, it should be easy to disable if you see as many shots later.
I'm concerned about the silence of the students watching the game just now, but let's just think about disabling Mr. Halfa in front of us now.
I've already had a lot of hiccups every time they only target my face and neck.
"You're finally motivated"
"Nothing motivated me from the start..."
"Just kidding... even I can understand the difference in strength between him and me. You surpassed my" eyes "only with your unusual physical abilities. But still, you haven't even fought on your own mound... I'm so sorry. Your duty is to heal and help... but it's also my job."
... role?
What's the point? Isn't this mock fight what Mr. Halfa wished for on his own volition? It makes me unnecessarily unintelligible that my voice has a mix of regret colors.
No, I don't care about roles now. Now Mr. Halfa's eyes have changed from one filled with sadness to one that releases a temper reminiscent of the beast.
His appearance with the sticks of both hands on hand looks as if he is waiting for me to attack him. Besides, maybe there's some trick in those eyes as they look at me with solid purple magic caged eyes.
"If you're waiting for me to attack..."
I have to go, huh?
Even if you keep staring at me, it's only a matter of time before you get out of me. [M]
Measure when to jump out, jumping lightly on the spot. Whether you're after a counter reversal or a defense, it doesn't change what I can do.
Run and punch - that's all.
"Shh!"
Put Mr. Halfa standing in sight and jump in the diagonal right direction to take Mr. Halfa's side. Mr. Halfa's eyes capture my appearance, but I don't care if the healing magic sticks out a caged fist.
Mr. Halfa took my fist with two sticks while jumping behind his back and letting the shock slip away.
"Come on!"
………
That's an unnatural way to react.
Mr. Halfa's body reaction is clearly delayed even though he is after me with his eyes. I chase him, I keep kicking him out, but now he can see me properly, or he even avoids fighting back.
"............ Mm"
Step back and observe him once now, slamming the stick that's been sticking his neck out.
I'm supposed to be pushing, but I don't feel like the attack is going through properly. Somehow, if Mr. Halfa stays on defense and dodging, I don't even think I can beat him.
"You will never win with strength, speed and strength... but there are as many hands as you can use!
"I want you to stop looking like you're fighting some hell of a monster!
I'm in RPG, boss.
But as I said there was a way to do it, I let sweat seep through my forehead. The way he is streaming my fists and kicks boasts an iron wall defense like a tortoise caged in a shell.
It's a pain in the ass to be distancing yourself from me at the same time...
"Is it because I am an amateur that my attacks have been channelled so far...?
When it comes to martial arts, is Zub's amateur my move that easy to read?
"Then..."
Predict to be recirculated and roll out a direct kick to Mr. Halfa.
Advice, the kick is accepted and the power is transferred in the form of a bounce back, but I don't mind stepping out my legs, leaving the momentum to him to pack the distance.
"Huh! Is that what you came for!!
"That's it to get away with it!!
Even I, the amateur, can be captured at this distance!
Now I hold my fist hard in anticipation of being defended by a stick.
We fought this far and found that he didn't need to hesitate... so!
"I'm gonna smash it!
Get that stick out of my way!
I wield my powerful fist at him more than I did earlier when I beat Mr. Halfa to death.
The aim is not the torso, but the stick, crushing the disturbing object first.
A fist waved down from the top, thrusting through his eyes -,
"Huh -"
- but the target Halfa, on the verge of landing on the ground, kicked the object behind him (...), got in shape and avoided twisting my fist around his body.
"Behind you, I got it!
"Whoo!?
Turning behind him with the momentum of twisting his body, he has fed me a blow with a stick with a centrifugal force on my back.
It wasn't a big deal as a pain, but the blow was too much to hold back my powerful fist, which lost its goal to hit.
The fist, which lost sight of the timing of stopping, struck directly at the object Mr. Halfa had just kicked in order to avoid.
The sensation of stiffness but elasticity, which is a mess obviously not an organism, envelops the fist for only a moment, but the momentum fist breaks through intact without being able to absorb it with its elasticity.
"... ah..."
So I finally understand what I hit there.
The colour is white, a shape reminiscent of a round of large round-tails, forcefully struck on the ground, which was the same 'targeted' that seniors and Kazuki had destroyed until earlier.
………
"Normal doesn't break."
"Very sturdy"
"There's no one trying to break it with their bare hands."
Saddle up, Mr. Halfa. I'll see the seniors on that one.
I'm worried about Kirija, who's shaking her body gable, and Kyou, who's just saying what happened to her like that.
Look, I'm just laughing at you when you look at me, Mr. Carla.
Students who look at me like I'm a monster.
Kazuki looks at me with his eyes shining.
And the look of a senior thumbing up on me with no more Doya faces.
"... because this is the one that was about to break by chance..."
I throw up an excuse for misery and force myself to pull my arm out of the way that I dared to break through.
- Can't you get through that?
"I won't miss it."
From behind, Mr. Halfa comes running over just to say it's a good opportunity.
"Hey, wait, time! Time! He said he couldn't get out."
"Use everything you can! I didn't think it would penetrate...... that's my strategy too!!
"What kind of strategy just hit!
Mr. Halfa strikes in the midst of all the hardships.
This one is stuck on a boulder without losing his arm. It's not sweet enough for you to just stare at your right hand and leg. Rather, it is closer to packing at a time when we are forced into a situation where we are unable to move freely.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Rose would kill me more for winning and losing like this!
"Whoa, whoa!
I roll out the stick. I roll out a high kick on Mr. Halfa's side head and blow it up. Looks like he's been defended, but he can buy time. Later, in that short time, I'll pull this arm out!
Attach your right arm from the bottom to your pierced left arm and lift it as far as you can.
"Usato you!? Are you going to do it? Are you finally going to go beyond the realm of people?
Seniors there are a little loud!
He ate his teeth, tied them up, and kept his immovable body like a pole until earlier, but gradually began to shake as cracks were carved into the ground.
"Olah!!
Predicting the moment when the beating becomes sweet, he punches in the tension and pulls it up all at once so as to poke and move the target with his right hand, which was accompanying his left arm.
You were punched in shallower than you thought, or about a meter of root makes a face. Target fell off the ground, but the key arm still remained stabbed, and Mr. Halfa, who has rebuilt himself, has already tried to wield a stick at me.
"It's so easy for me to do it!
At the same time turning around, his left arm swung through the pierced target to keep Mr. Halfa away from him as he was about to approach this way. Avoided in a light foothold, he looks at me and my left arm poking at him with a grin.
"How dare you pull through... what a monster..."
Who do you think this is going to happen? I'm surprised, too.
But you were buried in a shallow spot, easier to pull through than I thought.
"Even the reinforced ones with fixed magic pull through! You slightly exceeded my expectations!
"... Phew, Phew... I had a hard time pulling through the boulders too..."
There was just no magic reinforcement by chance, Mr. Carla. So don't make things that big.
But I was surprised to kick the target and come get my back. The same is true of the excellent fighting skills, and the clever way to fight using what's around them, the strength that Kirikha and the others know to fear.
The most troublesome thing is that you completely read my movements. First, we have to do something about that reading.
"Speaking of which..."
Forced to pull out my left arm from the target, I remembered something as I healed my head, which got a little hot.
That's when Mr. Wellsey told me that the magic of Mr. Halfa's demonic eye system called "Demonic vision" allows people and things to see the flow of magic.
Seriously, because I was too imprisoned by Amako's predictions, I could only say that his systematic magic of demonic vision was a detour...
If that demonic vision was applied to Amako's prediction of the future - no, if I were to "sense" the attack, I'd know why all my movements would be prepended.
'The magic that flows through my body is very smooth,' Mr. Halfa said when he first met me.
That means Mr. Halfa even sees the magic flow in his eyes when I'm not using magic. I'm talking about what's going on, but if... if my previous thought of "Magic Flow" and the "Magic Flow" that he looks like now fighting -
"It's worth checking..."
No attack can be a decisive hit with a predicted attack.
The way we defeat without question, as we did when we met in the woods, is too dangerous for our opponents, Mr. Halfa, who is human. Later, like earlier, it's dangerous to use my powers. [M]
This is the only way.
"... looks like we'll do something!
Gently hold your fist with your left hand caged in healing magic and approach Mr. Halfa.
You don't have to bother attacking-- I just want to make sure that...
"Here it is..."
Move healing magic magic from your left hand to your right foot.
It also strikes the left fist after making a magic move in an amount unknown to the side. It's called a telephone punch. It was both fast and powerful, but Mr. Halfa has a level of fist that he can easily recieve...
"Huh!!
But what happened, Mr. Halfa hastily defended my fist after blinking unexpectedly. Though critical defenses seem to have made it and succeeded in recieving it.
- I could read it somehow.
"It's not just the flow of magic that you see with your demonic vision, is it?
"... have you noticed..."
Sappy down the two sticks, he exhaled as he had noticed.
"Magic flows through a person's body... and you know this"
Because there's no obstacle to it, Mr. Halfa, who honestly sees it besides his thoughts.
Exactly, I guess it doesn't matter if it's normal or not. I can't help but see what I can do to predict the movement.
"The magic that flows like a gentle river creates a 'sway' by magic activation and by the actions of the user…. I watched this' wobble 'and watched you move... but the weakness is that there's nothing I can do when I'm outdone by one body like you..."
I had made predictions that I was responding to magic moves... "Shaking" as far as I was concerned.
If I deliberately moved my magic into a strange breeze, I could invite Mr. Halfa to confuse me because I couldn't tell if the attack being launched was on my left hand or on my right foot, so my reaction was delayed?
Look at me, who had a point where the attack had been read before. Mr. Halfa is coming at me again with his stick cut.
"But I'm no longer caught in an obvious feint like the one I mentioned earlier. It's not over yet... I can fight..."
"... no, I'll end it next time"
If you're looking at my magic and trying to read my movements, it's quick.
If you're not caught in the easy feint, I have the perfect trump card. There is a slight risk, but it will surely work great for him to see the magic flow.
Run towards Mr. Halfa, just as you did earlier, in order to win the next attack.
"... no matter how fast or how many times you go straight!
I know that. But when you use these hands, on the contrary, they come directly from the front - it's convenient to be at the center of your sight!
Even if Mr. Halfa showed me the intercepting arrangement, I put my right hand in front of him so that he could see the healing magic caged without stopping my legs.
"I need to get caught up in the feint -"
"Is this still it?
I inject magic into my right hand where healing magic is activated whenever I can. The light green color darkens and glows my right hand like it has added more ink.
"Huh... light!?
Simple story, Mr. Halfa's method of counteracting his demonic vision prediction with a broken tan was all he had to do was dazzle his eyes. Besides, his eyes are too sensitive to follow my movements.
As I wave my right hand sideways, his gaze is focused on his right hand to resist his will.
"- Ha!!
Tactics because you have too good an eye.
Because I am so 'sensitive' that I can follow my movements with my eyes, I can't help but follow the movements of my right hand wrapped in a powerful healing magical light.
Having approached Mr. Halfa at once, who showed a deadly gap, I kick the stick he has with a kick and roll out my fist.
"Nah!?
A fist protruding upper-tempered faster than his defense, stopping at the critical point of contact with his jaw.
With his fist inched and his heart frightened whether or not he would continue to fight, I looked at his face and...
"Ha, ha... no way, it's so easy... casual... surrender. We lost without skin."
You finally admitted to losing that you were fisting me, and all you said was surrender, you put your hands up.
You finally finished it, it was really a paper battle in many ways......
"... eh"
I catch a breath of relief and pull my fist, and when I am relieved, I notice that I am suffering from pain deliberately on my right arm.
When I saw it, there was blood all over my hands.
I guess I couldn't handle the load because I was immature enough to take over the magic in an instant. Immediately after healing the magic and healing the wounds on my hand, I slowly close my right palm, which I fixed beautifully and refreshingly.
"But not as many wounds as before"
I'm growing too.
At least not before.
When I realized that I had grown, I posed as a little girl without a pattern. [M]
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
After the mock fight, I got a completely unhappy word from my senior at the arrowhead back in front of everyone.
If you look around you, you look at me deliberately, and Mr. Halfa lines up among the students with a satisfied grin.
I fought him and found one assignment.
That's a hands-down to your opponent if you fight people. If demons and demons were beating people up by standards, it would be a big deal. than this one decent because I've only fought demons and demons before (?) I figured that out well in the fight against humans.
"Ha..."
"I know your personality well. But the demonstration would need to be as flashy as this, right?
"Demo...... what is it?
Ask that question, but seniors just have a meaningful grin.
If you know anything, don't bother telling me...
"Both of you, the battle was brilliant earlier. I didn't expect to be seen here, albeit incompletely, as the final gateway to the wizard, the handover of magic."
I try to ask my senior another question, but Dr. Carla starts talking to me.
She seems surprised by the magic joints I've made, but the other students don't seem to know what she's talking about.
"Speaking of which, you didn't tell me yet... Systematic enhancement is a technique that enhances the concentration of magic, and the concentration of magic is largely determined by birth, but it is phylogenetic enhancement that overshadows this. With this technique, it's possible to manipulate the Aurora flame, even if it's a wizard of poor fire systems."
Strengthening the healing magic lineage......? is it just about improving healing and lowering the healing power of your own body, but is there another enhancement to other magic?
It's none of my business.
"Then why don't you just tell me... this system strengthening is not a good substitute for immature wizards to handle. If you are bad, the magic that you have inherited will burst and burst. Someone who's pretty good at handling magic."
Listening to the story without my involvement, Carla came to me with her arms and walking in front of the students. When she suddenly put her hand on my shoulder, she looked over at the entire student again.
"No matter how badly your hands get scratched, only those who can continue to train without looking at it... You'd have shown me some good stuff today, wouldn't you? Let me show you what you call a useless healing wizard's battle."
- That's what I said.
You're totally inciting this, aren't you? Some people are staring at me completely, and the twin-tailed girl who tried to simulate the first battle is looking at me with tearing, bloody eyes.
"Hmm...?
There's a boy at the entrance on the side of the school building, a little behind the students who are gazing at me, staring at me. A little robe full of coal... a healing wizard boy just like me was there.
I have eyes for the boy. Though I'm not as glanced at as I was when I started here, my eyes on me were close to the sole of seeing something incredible.
"Um, Mr. Carla"
"Leave me alone, now."
She noticed, too, and immediately gave it back.
Whatever the thoughts of Kara and Halfa, my actions may have been far-fetched.
The power of healing magic could have been charming unintentionally. But I didn't even think about what consequences this behavior would have for him not knowing his name...