I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"We're having our first party meeting now!

In the evening, when I finished my meal and went back to my room, suddenly Lena declared so.

I don't know why, three decent people.

"Guys, don't you get it? It's a bad thing, so let's talk about it!

"A bad thing?

"It's about you!

Lena barked at the mile she asked in a relaxed voice.

"I didn't realize! All the other students, they're after you!

"What, me, so hot?

"No! I'm not saying I'm not hot, but yours, that 'storage' is what I'm looking for!

They'll come in contact one after the other trying to get you into the party when you graduate!

If we don't do something about it, we're in big trouble. In the first place, I... "

"Huh?"

"Hey, it's nothing! Anyway, you have a bunch of guys who don't like you for your own storage magic! It's gonna be hard if we don't do something."

"Yeah ~!

Stunning miles and mavis and paulin with feelings like ahhh.

"Okay? The age group of people who come here is roughly fifteen years old or older.

Those who become hunters as soon as they are ten can be D-ranked in a few years, even if they start with F. I don't need to be forced to come here because if I can be D-ranked, I can take any job at once. So the talented man who entered the guild at the age of ten doesn't have to come here. Exactly, no matter how much qualities you have, you're not going to try to make the too young fight the high-ranking demons.

So you come here, like us, among those who have hunted since they are old to some extent, who have been judged to do so quickly because they are talented.

Miles, you seem like an exception, but I guess that's because of the storage magic, so I'm not convinced. "

Lena continued the conversation.

"That's why most people are adults. Some people look for party members by graduation here, others look for party members and lovers.

So, Miles, I can use storage and it's going to be golden zull, and you're going to be pretty cute. You're too good for prey, so... All right?

Any questions?

"... None"

It was a disappointingly iterative mile.

"That's why, when the solicitation for a post-graduate party comes, say 'cause I'm promising someone in my room' and say no.

To those who have applied to go out with you, 'I'm not interested in that yet. Now I want to concentrate on training' and say no. Nice!

"Yes!

Mavis and Pauline understood when they saw Miles responding unintentionally and Lena looking satisfied with that reply.

((Oh, you know what...))

That's what happened.

"Oh yes, we have to decide on a leader!

To Mavis' words, the other three pointed simultaneously.

... Mavis.

He looks the oldest, tallest, Rin, cool and honest.

Other than that, a chick who looks short and loose and looks like a chick and a weak woman who looks belly-black.

I had no other choice.

The next day.

It was sitting in the morning and hands-on training in the afternoon on the ground.

"All right, you're all set.

First of all, before I start my normal training, I'll just check your level today. I'll show you my combat skills in turn. Squads collapse and gather for each job title. "

To Elbert's instructions, the students each regrouped by job title.

All three instructors but Elbert had also come to the ground.

Huey in charge of daggers, throwing knives and bowing.

Neville, a magic instructor and primarily responsible for attack-based magic.

Jilda, also a magic instructor and female instructor in charge of supportive, healing magic.

They are all former hunters.

Once the main person in charge has been decided, it's not like Hunter can do anything else at all. Assist each other when there are not enough hands.

The number of people gathered by job title was many swordsmen, bowmen and zero women to spearmen. Conversely, magicians were more likely to be women.

Physically speaking, the avant-garde position is natural because there are many men who pass, and men naturally go with swordsmanship subjects even if some offensive magic can be used. Also, the original number of exams itself would be the reason why boys are more overwhelming in the first place.

In contrast, although the number of students themselves is considerably lower than that of boys, the number of magicians is higher among women, but neither this nor why would need to be explained.

All the students are wearing their own protective gear, but they have not brought their weapons because they will be lent.

It is obvious because if a simulated battle is held with a real sword, the casualties will continue.

For that reason, fortunately, the miles of magicians but always dressed as swordsmen were not so floating among the magicians either.

Nothing about being a magician does not mean he looks like a robe, because they are all lightly dressed leather protective gear or just thick cloth clothes without money, so it was not so different from the mileage with leather breasts and leather boots on.

However, when equipped with your own weapon, the miles will float.

Because other magicians have striking weapons such as staff and rods, whereas miles are equipped with slightly shorter shortswords.

The sorcerer lives by the use of magic by spell chanting. For this reason, I do not want to use weapons that require attention or interfere with the concentration of consciousness anyway, such as requiring skill in handling, grasping the orientation of the blade or stabbing the enemy to do something that makes it harder to get out.

So it was the staff, rods, or similar weapons derived from them that were chosen as less heavy and unbiased strike-based weapons, not trying to defeat enemies with weapons, but simply stopping them from getting away with enemies that came near them and not requiring much attention by simply poking or swinging them appropriately.

But that has nothing to do with miles.

Swords and spears are easier to defeat enemies than staff and rods.

It's just that.

Miles was thinking of preparing a slingshot in time as well.

A slingshot doesn't allow you to take full advantage of the power of miles, but that's a good idea.

Because even if I panic or get excited, I don't have to worry about misapplying force and catastrophe because the stroke that can pull strings is determined due to my physique. Besides, it is easy to deceive when something happens.

A bow is a pass because it is troublesome to prepare or carry an arrow. Slingshots don't tense bullets, and even pebbles are good places to use them. Whatever it is, you can pick up the pebbles around it, 'grope' it and turn it into a true sphere, you can collect sand iron in the sand, and it's relatively convenient to the bow anyway.

The hit rate should have been no less than a bow and arrow because magic corrects the ballistics for Nanoz.

"Begin!"

A simulated battle had begun between the swordsmen while Miles was doing various thinking.

In use are, of course, wooden swords.

Exactly, he didn't seem to be ghostly enough to let him use an iron blade pulling sword because of his nappies.

The boulders were sometimes Hunter's elite candidate, over fifteen years old, which was completely different from a mock fight at Eckland School. Both sword speed and power are out of step.

The first group had a good battle in the middle, and then a sword wielded by one of them was struck in the torso, and the battle was won.

The mock battles that followed also generally continue to engage.

I guess there is no such extreme difference in strength, as they are close in age and among the top class gathered from all over the place.

Miles watched those games carefully and carved everyone's level into his head.

Miles is a learning child. We can do it. As long as you have experience......

The men's swordsmen were thirteen and odd, so the last one was put together with the women. Opponent is Mavis.

The last boy was thought to be quite strong, but Mavis, who was older and taller among the women, bounced back the physical difference between the men and women and had a brilliant victory.

The losing boy looked stunned for a moment, but soon afterwards smiled and thanked Mavis.

(Oh, that's right, you're an adult......)

Miles had distant eyes remembering the childish attitude of an 11-year-old kid, but he regained his mind and applauded Mavis.

And the last mock fight between the girls is over, and the next time Miles thinks it's the Spearman fight.

"Hey, Miles. You said you could use a sword, too. I'll see what I can do."

"Yeah ~!

Miles accidentally raised her voice to Elbert's thoughtless words.

(I refuse..., I can't do it. Do we have to do this?

But I was just checking everyone's level to see if this could happen. It's okay, it's okay......)

While Miles was getting ready, Elbert was deciding against Miles. When Elbert recruited the hopeful, it seems that a slightly weaker one was chosen because of what most raised their hands.

(Why do you guys want to fight me so badly! Harsh? Harsh?

Of course, later I said, 'Sorry about earlier, did it hurt? Hey, why don't we have a reflection on the mock fight earlier? I'll make you some tea and sweets.'

"Begin!"

The simulated battle, which began with Elbert's hanging voice, was an intermediate engagement, with miles under a wooden sword and men under attack from miles. Finally, a blow fired by the boy entered the torso of the mile and the battle was won.

Miles is a learning child.

…………

After the game, Elbert, who for some reason remained silent and thought about it for a while, called the boys who had fought Mavis earlier, the two of them moved a little away from the other students.

A boy student who suddenly eats and hangs on Elbert like he's angry somehow when he thinks he's talking to you two.

Then there was some talk again, and the men reluctantly nodded as they were unconvinced, and they both came back.

"All right, then, it's Miles' second fight"

"Yep, yep!!

Not only are the miles I accidentally screamed, but the other students are also a little bothered.

"All right, here we go!

I was forced to do it, WW2.

Boys also seem to be doing something nasty.

against younger little girls who lost to less strong boys. It is also a sorceress woman.

No matter how much I lost to a woman earlier, Mavis was a swordsman, and strong. The defeat would have been satisfactory even if there had been some thought.

But I'm not convinced by this fight. Even if we win, there's no honor, pride, exaltation, not even satisfaction. Only bad aftertaste lingers.

However, it is part of the class and training at the instruction of the instructor. I had to do as I was instructed.

Heavy meetings continued and Miles was in a hurry.

(Why do you always aim where there's no protective equipment!

He punches his sword-held arms, neck muscles, and armor into the connecting eye, all the way to a painful place if he eats it anyway, and he still punches it in with his full strength. If I take this, can I just take a mole or not? Miles continued to take it with his sword. Pretend desperate.

And after a while, the chance finally came.

(All right, it's an attack that hits the armor!

Shit!

Following the first battle, a determined blow to the torso.

(All right, it's over!

What the reassuring mile saw was a pompous face, the appearance of an opponent's boy who sees Elbert, not himself.

And it was Elbert's face, which was caught in the eye of Miles, who looked at Elbert, and distorted the edge of his mouth.

(Huh? Huh......, still?

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It was a little further before Miles realized it.