Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

"This... monster..."

Such a voice was the volcanic area.

Voices were voiced by a boy in a uniform at the Cranias School of Magic, located in southeastern Frestan. But every part of the boy's uniform is torn and quite dirty.

The boy stares at the blonde wearing a stainless uniform in front of him. Even though the Leirian Magic Games was about to end the second day, the blonde in a spotless uniform looked different.

"I almost pulled off the lottery..."

The boy cursed his lack of luck. And I resented my slowness for not leaving this area immediately.

Since the opening of the Leirian Magic Games, the boy has not encountered anyone in the volcanic area.

Because the destination is completely random, it could be an area where people are dense in other areas and there is only one person. This has now happened in the past.

Luck is among strength. At first, the boy decided to rendezvous with his buddies, whispering in the volcanic area thinking so.

But that was the mistake.

I wasn't lucky for the boy. It's not like there were no people in the volcano area. There were solid people in the volcanic area. It's just that before they all ran into the boy, they made him retire. by the blonde standing in front of the boy.

"Phew..."

No more.

The boy was so sure.

My magic can't reach that blonde.

You can't break that absolute barrier.

"Really, I'm unlucky..."

That's what happened last year, I think. I made my first appearance at the Leiria Magic Games last year and lost without the skill of being exchanged by the boy in front of me.

And this year, the boy in front of me makes me retire.

Maybe that's something we can't help.

Because I am a magician buried in the masses, and the other side has already built a solid position within the Kingdom of Leiria.

I am just a magician, over there is the fifth in the sequence of the thirteenth Apostle of the Episcopal Church.

Even comparison is ridiculous.

Different talents.

"Ha..."

I am probably not even dealt with by the blonde in front of me, Real-Five. Now Real isn't attacking himself.

I'm preventing all my attacks, but no, maybe I'm unconsciously sealing them, not even my attacks.

Different talents.

That's what the boy thought.

"But I don't like to lose without doing anything"

The boy regretted losing to Real without a hand or leg at last year's Leirian Magic Games. At first I tried to break it off that my talents were different, but that was impossible.

I want to win.

Soon I began to think so in my mind.

That's why I've built up my workouts.

One day, I told you to let that boy take a knife.

"Let's go, whoa, whoa."

The boy poured all his magic into the knife in his right hand and let it wrap around him, attacking Real with all his strength.

It's not that you can break or not break the Real Magic Barrier, you definitely do. The boy was ready for it and waved his sword down at all costs towards Real.

"Wow, wow, wow."

The boy's knife and Real barriers collide.

Butibuchi

It sounds as if the blood vessels in his arms have been cut, and the damage strikes the boy's spirit, but the boy does not pull out the power to hold the knife. Rather cage more power than earlier.

For example, I don't mind cutting my arm a thousand times.

The boy squeezes his full strength.

"Something to lose. Wow."

Then, the change came abruptly.

Bari

Along with that sound, there was a crack in Real's magic barrier.

"All right!"

When the boy confirmed that a crack had entered the barrier, he further tried to cage his strength in the arm holding the knife.

But the next moment, there's a huge load on the boy's spirit.

"Ugh..."

"I didn't expect a crack in the magic barrier."

What I saw in the boy's eyes was a silver sword lazing in his abdomen from within the barrier.

"Let's praise you for putting a crack in my magic barrier. But you're not who I'm looking for."

"Knock..."

When Real pulls the sword out of the boy's abdomen as much as he wants, the boy falls into the spot. The boy seems happy somewhere when he says he's about to lose consciousness already.

"You mean it's growing more than last year..."

The boy smiled at Real for letting him pull out his sword. Because last year he was defeated without time to let the sword pull out. Even if I couldn't get a tae-knife bathed, I'm happy enough with that.

But at the same time I think.

Who the hell is Real looking for?

A magician as much as Real wants. That would be sarcastically strong. But is such a magician in this Leirian magic tournament?

Real is the most powerful magician of the generation, and if you're the one so many magicians are looking for, you can show your head at last year's Leirian Magic Games. But there was no such magician.

(What the hell is he...)

The boy thinks so at the end, it becomes dust of light and disappears.

Real snapped looking at such a boy.

"Where, Annone"

Real squeaks the names of their favorite opponents.

And it gets deeper at night and ends the second day.

There are thirteen shepherds in total on the second day.

The total number of shepherds at the end of day two was thirty-two.

Twenty-eight students remain at the end of the second day (two of them are already non-combatant)

It should be noted that the Senavian School of Magic and the Arsenian School of Magic have zero shepherds

The Leirian Magic Games then enter the third day.