I Said Make My Abilities Average!

Spearman, bowman and mock battle proceeded and became the last magician's turn.

The actual skill of the Archer and Mage is not a form of confrontation this time when it comes to simulated warfare, only to compare the release activation speed, flying speed, hitting accuracy, power, etc. towards the target.

It was natural because if it hit me, I would not be sorry.

In turn, one attack magic after another.

Fireballs, water polo, fire arrows, ice arrows, stone arrows, fireworks, flame explosions….

They vary in size, speed, and power, but they are just not comparable to Eckland School. In the first place, there were few people there who could shoot attack magic themselves.

And what surprised me was Lena's attack magic.

"Burn, Hellfire! Burn it down to the bones!

The flame of red lotus. The flame of swirling caught the target and burned it down.

"Awesome..."

To the whining of miles, Lena turns to the face she seems to be good at.

(Is this where the 'Red Lena' comes from….

But it doesn't look very magical, nor does it seem to have excellent special imagination...)

Miles, for some reason, was able to sense some magic, but stopped thinking about why. Because I felt like I was just tired.

It was wise.

"That's because you're passionate."

"Hih!"

Suddenly whispered in his ear, he saw the miles he accidentally raised his voice in the face of some contemporaries who seemed surprised, but when he pretended that the miles were nothing wind, he turned again to his contemporaries who use magic.

(Oh, don't be surprised!

'I'm sorry. Seemed to ask for information.'

(Just a thought! But well, because of that, let me ask you something.

Passion, what do you mean?

'Yes, we nanomachines set our reception sensitivity and selectivity at random. This changes the number of nanomachines that react depending on the clarity of the thought, even within the reach of the thought wave, and further changes the working efficiency due to the clarity of the image, which is expressed as a difference in magical results.

Sometimes, however, those who exercise powerful magic appear even though their strength, clarity and image are not so different from others. That's what we call "passionate," and what do you call it, saying that the waves of thought are boiling all over the place, that even nanomachines that set up pretty low sensitivity will react. '

(Phew...)

Miles struck the right correlation to end the conversation with thoughts and tympanic vibrations, to an explanation that he didn't know whether he understood anything or not. It is my turn.

(As things have been so far, I wonder if it would be okay to make it slightly stronger.

In order to score fifth place among the same period students, I guess I should take second place among magicians, considering the number ratio. Then you just have to be a little weaker than Lena...)

Thought so, Miles used the same magic as Lena, with about 80% power.

"Burn, Hellfire! Burn it down to the bones!

And as in Lena, the flames of the Red Lotus swirled, wrapping up the target and burning it down.

"Become..."

Others were normally amazed at the magic of power that followed the lana unleashed by miles, but were convinced that other magic was powerful and natural because they could use storage.

But there was only one person who wasn't convinced.

"Miles, I need to ask you something later."

Miles stared at Lena with great eyes, freaking out.

"Hey, why..."

After miles, a few of us will finish the attack magic, and then the supporting magic.

The healing magic, you can't let someone get hurt, this time to drop you off.

No one could only use healing magic, and there were no problems because I could show my arms with other magic.

Practical training was completed and today it was the site dissolution on the ground.

Miles was walking down to the dining room to hide behind the others, avoiding some disturbing atmosphere of Lena.

"Mr. Miles!

"Hih!

Miles, suddenly slapped on the shoulder from behind, was sometimes freaked out and shocked and raised his voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

When Miles looked back, what stood there was a boy student who was Miles' second opponent in an earlier sword moves mock match.

"I'm sorry to surprise you. And I'm sorry about the mock fight earlier.

Actually, that was the instructor's order, I had no choice...

But no matter how much instruction the instructor gave me, it was really bad to just aim for the lack of protective equipment. Sorry! "

"Huh? Oh, no, I don't mind! It's a battle, so it's natural to aim where you seem weak, and if the instructor orders you, you have no choice."

"That would help if you said so. Bye!"

Miles was impressed with the man who said so and left.

"Uh-huh, I knew, adults are different..."

"Miles, I'm sorry about earlier!

When Miles started walking toward the dining room again, he was called out by the boys again.

Turning around, he was the first opponent of an earlier simulated battle.

"Did it hurt? I'm sorry.

So, after dinner, why don't we have a reflection on the mock fight earlier? Sometimes I can give you advice!

On a burnt face, a swollen nostril.

I kind of know my soul and gall, and I'm sick of miles.

"Excuse me. After dinner, I'll have a meeting at the party...

Besides, I'm a magician and I'm not a swordsman, so it's natural that I have a lot of flaws with sword moves.

If you have time to hone your sword moves, which are only for the sake of your personal protection, you should train yourself as a magician... "

"Oh, uh, the..."

"Now if you'll excuse me,"

Miles just walked out before they could come up with the right cut back. Quite quickly.

Even adults over fifteen still seem to have a bad man.

In the dining room, as usual, the four of us at the party had dinner together. Miles caught a glimpse of how terrified she was, but Lena was eating normally without the wind she cared about and was one relief.

But as soon as we all got back to the room.

"Second, party meeting!

Suddenly, Lena screams out loud.

"Miles! What the hell is that!

"What, what?

"Don't be silly! You used that magic!

What's that supposed to mean?

On Lena's sword screen, frightening miles.

And Mavis and Pauline watching the course in silence.

"Eh, just like Lena used, normal fire magic..."

"Yes. Just like me, yeah. Number eighteen of" The Red Lana, "leave the original magic" Red Flame Hell "exactly as it is," Normal Fire Magic "Hey..."

"Eh!

Then he was questioned extensively, and Miles was finally made to confess.

Of course, I didn't tell you everything that was true, but a cover story that Miles thought aggressively about.

"So the minister who aimed at your talent joined hands with the hand of the Demon King, and you succeeded in escaping safely under the guidance of the prince,..."

"Yes! At that time, I thought I was going to die!

"Who believes, the mess. Ahhh!!

"Oh, how did you find out..."

"I read that novel, too. Yikes!

"Ah!"

Pong, it was a mile of hand to convince.

Miles to be tightened up again and confessed.

"Well, you could do a lot of magic other than storage, and you had a lot of magic, and you didn't like to be treated special by everyone," he said.

And you're saying he almost got killed and ran away because of the heir problem to the house?

"Yes......"

Mixed with many things, each and every element was true and compelling. At least, it's better than the earlier romantic grand opera.

"Well, you don't get it. Many of the people who come here are quite small and have been used or sold by those who aim for their superior talents.

It also means protecting those people. "

Saying so with a bitter face, Lena finally let go of the hand that was grabbing Miles' collar.

"By the way, Miles, the man I was talking to on the way to the dining room, what was that?

"What!

To Mavis' words, Lena's hand, which had just been let go, grabbed Miles' collar again and tightened it up.

"Gibb, gibb gibb! And it's tight..."

Miles freed up again at last after detailing the conversation with the two men.

"Well, if that's the case, you can't help it.

But be careful with the first guy. Mavis, the next time the man approaches the mile, stop him!

"Oh, oh, I'll do good..."

Mavis, smiling and admitting, asked Miles what he cared about.

"But why did the instructor bother to do that? Miles is a magician's aspiration..."

"Come on......"

Mavis asked casually, twisting his head miles.

"Speaking of which, Miles, how could you not prevent both fights, just the last blow? Especially in Game Two, how could you have just eaten the last deliberately slow swinging blow while keeping all the fast offense together until then? You hooked up to a faint or something?

"... Huh?

"No, obviously, the last blow would have been a slow, weak attack, wouldn't it?

"By order of the instructor"

"I just aimed where I had no protective equipment"

"A deliberately slow blow"

"......... they did it!

"Duh, what the hell is wrong with you!

The instructor tested his strength and also confirmed that he was deliberately losing.

Miles, who collapsed knowing so, were once again questioned by Lena for root digging leaf digging, and she was thrown up that she could do quite a bit of sword skill as well.

Well, by the time the instructor found out, it was already only a matter of time before everyone found out.

Then you should tell your buddies from yourself first.

Miles who thought so had no regrets about throwing up about sword moves as well.

('Companion' or...)

And there were three miles of "buddies" looking at each other, who looked surprised at the mileage they were throwing up all sorts of secrets but slightly.