I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"You did it!

"Well done! Good start for my party."

"It was amazing, Mr. Pauline!

Before the game, the three of us celebrate Pauline's victory by forgetting about the too terrible ramblings.

Pauline sat up with a bright red face as she crooked her face. The thread of tension, rather than say, would have returned to sanity after the high tension caused by anger.

Maybe it was because I realized now more than ever that I had said in front of a large number of people the cook-diopathic line I had suffered from the effects of Miles' night story.

"Come on, Pauline worked so hard, you can't lose!

Mavis nods at Lena's words and walks out equipped with a blade-drawn sword for mock warfare.

He is the second person to suffer from cooking disease.

Mavis' opponent was a slightly younger swordsman, mid twenty years old.

If normal, he's still, like, a good, C-ranked, middle-aged person, but he's already a B-rank, which is also part of The Roar of Mithrills.

It was a talent not yet extended to A-rank hunter Glenn, a leader, but well deserved the name 'genius'.

Moreover, he was instrumental in gaining the popularity of the women of Wang Du with a disturbing trick on his neat face and making "Mithril's Roar" more famous.

But no matter how young you say it is, there is a nearly ten year difference between Mavis and Mavis, who is seventeen. The difference in that age was, as it were, the difference in training volume and experience.

And the physical difference between men and women, the difference in power.

Differences in experience in interpersonal matches are significant. Besides, for Mavis, who doesn't use his dirty hands very much, there was less chance of winning against the Hunters of the Sea Thousand Mountains.

But it doesn't matter to Mavis.

Just give yourself all you can!

Think so, thank the other person, Mavis pulling out the sword.

"... sorry"

"What? What are you apologizing for?

To Mavis' words, a swordsman who sounds surprised back.

Plus, Mavis smiles and answers.

"No, think I'm sorry to expose you to the shame of losing to a younger new woman in public..."

"Ki, you..."

Hin!

No!

Mavis receives the sword of a swordsman waved at an unstoppable speed in his eyes, with a cool face.

Kin-Kin-Kin-Kin-Kin-Kin-Kin-Kin!

And the swordsman's series of attacks.

"Is that it? Is this...?

Lately, I've only been meeting with Miles and Bail. Because the others are reluctant to meet with these three. As a result, Mavis' standards were slightly off. On the mile side.

So even though I expected to be able to meet with a B-rank hunter, it was slower than Bail and I didn't feel up to it.

Voices of disappointment and dismay, leaked by accident for that matter.

"Hey, what..."

I really shook it from the middle of nowhere, but the graduates of training school made it all easy for me.

The B-rank hunter is crushed to dust and his complexion is blue.

"Now here goes…"

Gingin ', goin', goin '!

"Ugh..."

Though he managed to barely prevent Mavis from attacking continuously, he was finally a swordsman to speed up his sword. The power of slaughter is also strong.

"So, your body is warming up, and it's time for us to go for real with each other!

"Hey, what..."

Cancer, cancer, cancer, cancer, cancer!

but no!

"Guh!"

A young swordsman who received a decent sword on his left armpit and collapsed to be half-blown.

Because the game time is still short, there will be no end voices.

This is not the purpose of deciding whether to win or lose, but to see the ability of the tested person, so it is difficult even if it ends too soon.

"Ugh..."

That's not so different from being hit with an iron stick, even though it's a blade-drawn sword. Regardless of the metal armor, there is considerable damage in the leather armor that the hunter is equipped with.

The swordsman man managed to get up in agony.

Mavis told the swordsman who had finally laid his sword.

"That's the" Divine Speed Sword 1.2x "now. Next, I'll deal with you in" 1.3x Divine Speed Sword ""

"Hey, what..."

Hiroyu!

"Guh!"

There was no way I could see through a sword that had gotten faster in my current condition that I couldn't see through with my full health.

"That's it! Healing magic!

A voice at the end of the game hung over the look of a swordsman who was no longer likely to get up.

You haven't fought enough yet, Mavis said with a disgruntled look on his face.

"I still have two more steps..."

Mavis exiting amid all the cracking cheers.

"Hey, what is it, that female swordsman! I couldn't see the sword too fast!

Pretty excited treasurer. Count Christopher also has his eyes round.

"Isn't that awesome! She's the" rookie of expectations "!

"Her recent cliche is, 'Why are you leaving me alone!'."

It was Elbert who answered the King's words with a subtle face again.

"It's lovely, sister..."

Behind it, there was some weird switch on the princess.

"Good luck!"

Speak up to Mavis and head to the center of the arena, Lena. There was an invincible grin on that face.

The magician, about the second half of that thirty year old platform, saw an old magician with a hurried face, and Glenn's face, with a great sword around forty years old, a party leader, both silent and faceless.

The man was confident in his power.

Indeed, I am no match for the 'grandfather', the leading magician of the party, Angelum of Dragon's Destruction. But that's just a difference in experience. I live nearly twice as many years as I do as a hunter, as a magician, so even if my knowledge and skills are somewhat surpassed, that's normal. I'm stronger myself, by the time I'm that age. At least I'm stronger than I was when my grandfather was my age now. Even now, depending on how you fight, you may be able to beat your grandfather, who has already lost strength.

The man who thought so, was now upset.

A member of The Roar of Mithrills, whose promotion to Party Rank A is also said to be imminent, has lost just two in a row to graduates of Hunter Training School.

That is never to be forgiven.

Who would push a party like that to A-rank?

No, in the first place, are you going to ask a party like that for a more difficult assignment?

But come to think of it, there's no way a B-rank hunter can beat a student. And what about two consecutive defeats, etc!

Didn't they set you up? Let "Mithril's Roar" scratch your shame and discredit you, to someone who tries to crush you.

The school side is bringing a strong guy to the last one. Does that mean he's stronger after this? You're such an idiot!

But what if it really is? What if I lose, too?

Are you sure you want to do this yourself? Shouldn't there be an experienced grandfather or leader out here?

You think I'm gonna beat a kid in front of a bunch of people? It should be good to have that happen......

The sorcerer restrained his disturbing mind and had no choice but to walk out to the arena.

They're attacking each other. They're magical users, so they take a little distance and confront each other.

"Nice to meet you. Oh, by the way, do you have a family?

"...... Huh!!

I heard that for what!

I'm worried about my family!!

The sorcerer lost his peace in fear.

No, maybe I lost my peace before I came out into the arena.

"Heavy fire of prison flames, wrap and burn your enemies! Hot hell!!

"Become, fool, don't!

Screams rose from the waiting area of "Mithrill's Roar".

I can't help it. The spell is used when confronted by a superior demon.

It was lethal magic that had nothing to do with deliberately removing it slightly or turning it off with inches.

Magic that I can shoot fastest, familiar with and powerful.

The sorcerer, moved by haste, anxiety, and fear, let it go reflexively.

Even though he had considerable experience, that magician, who was' yet 'if he had told the old magician of the same party who would hit his master, was naturally also a rear guard.

It is the role to unleash powerful attack magic from the rear, and thanks to the avant-garde and middle guard you can count on, there has never been anything like being directly attacked by an enemy in the last few years.

I rarely get magic attacks either. Except for some of the ancient dragons and the like, demons are not all smart, and magical attacks do not often come in the rear to attack the enemy closest to them, and if they are about the magic of a demon, they can be easily prevented if they are as skilled as their magicians.

Even in interpersonal fights on escort missions, they rarely fight amazing sorcerers. For with such an arm there is no need to sin or to shed oneself on bandits.

Thus, the mage, who had been at a particularly high ranking party since his youth but lacked the opportunity to experience a crisis in his life, was mentally struck and weak for his excellent offensive abilities.

I never thought I'd end up in a situation that would crush the party's face with the work I took on to foster backwardness and a sense of volunteerism. I didn't even consider myself in a position that could further that disgrace. And it comes to my mind that I'm not even ready for a busy mind, 'If I get a direct hit at the high-powered magic without deliberately removing it or erasing it on the verge of hitting it because of lack of skill. No, disguised as a lack of skill, if you take a clear shot at it!' anxiety and fear.

Put your wife and children away and die in vain that makes no sense here!!

The next moment that I thought so, I was reflexively unleashed the "attacking magic I'm always used to when I'm aggressive".

Hellfire that envelops the little girl, covering her appearance and concealing her and burning.

After a while the magician regained his sanity, he realized what he had done, but it was all too late.

There was nothing more I could do until the magic effect expired and the flames subsided. The only remaining concern is whether there are enough bones left to give to the survivors.

"Ah, ah..."

An audience that has no voice in the magician who walked into the ground and shook up the little girl in so much tragedy.

And then he showed himself out of the flames that disappeared...

"Oh, are you done yet?

"" "" Eh... ""

"I'm good at magic, too. Fire magic, but lately I've become good at icing magic and defensive magic, too?

It was a plain faced Lena.

"Is this what she said, 'Defense is the biggest offense'?

Lena shrugged when she saw the sorcerer whining somewhat as she sat back completely out of her mind. And I started chanting spells to settle.

Yes, the same spell you were attacked with.

"Heavy fire of prison flames, wrap and burn your enemies! Fever..."

"That's it! That's it Ye!!

In a desperate voice, the declaration of the end of the game was screamed.

He looked calm, but actually, Lena, he seemed a little angry.

"Hey, what the hell is that! What's really going on, this semester's students!

By way of example, a treasurer who exclaims with excitement.

"I didn't see any attack magic, but if I hadn't stopped there, this would have been a real catastrophe. Because if I couldn't stop him, maybe I could have shot him, that magic......

Well, that defensive magic alone shows strength enough, so is it okay as a test... "

Count Christopher says so with the face that it was really dangerous.

Elbert wasn't so sure that the four of them were hiding their strengths, but he was flabbergasted.

"Shh, it's amazing, it's amazing!

"Father, can I be so strong if I go to training school too?

The king shrugged small as he gently slapped the head of the princess and prince who sparkled his eyes.

"Times are about to change? Long stalled, these days..."

"Win."

Miles laughed bitterly at the words Lana had spoken.

And I saw the miles that came out of the arena instead of Lena, who pulled in, and "Mithril's Roar" was rubbing.

"The other guy is a magician, he'll be determined for me to leave!

"No, that outfit, I don't care what you think, swordsman! I'll go!

An old magician and a spearsman around forty years old are rubbing each other saying that they will come out.

Glenn, the Great Swordsman who had been watching it for a while, ruled as a leader.

"... I'm leaving"