I want to protect you in this hand.

Arsh, 10 years old, 5 months, week 1, day 6. Continued

I don't know what to do, Mr. Alice's story doesn't make sense, the guild chief is out, the adventurer is barely home yet. Cyril and Will are not back yet either. Meryl would have stopped me. Everyone in there is just static. Even though it's ranked higher, it's murky!

But there was going to be a battle that I called training.

"Maria, I'm sorry"

"Sophie may not know, but right isn't the only battle. This party's probably just been teasing us from the start."

"So what was I supposed to do?

"At the time of the rank difference, this is the smart way to pull it off, and if that doesn't work, it ends up being so pampered with battles. Pride is the only thing that hurts when you lose a low rank."

Me, me, I can't hang in there.

"Well, there's only one thing left."

"Come on, it's four to four, it's just right, let's get started"

From there it was one-sided.

"Mr. Alice, the magician says you must never turn magic on people."

My voice trembles. Bran is flown by the wind. The fire blurs by Zash. Crushing flies from underfoot. There was also a difference in the strength of the sword, but the magician's presence increases the difference in strength.

"Look closely, Arsh, you haven't hit a single piece of magic. It's just used for intimidation and restraint. I feel sorry for you, but your experience is too different"

Probably lasted longer than necessary, until they all couldn't get up.

"Well, let's go out for dinner, ladies."

"This child is not yet an adult. I'm sorry, but I'll just stick with you."

"Maria!"

"Sophie, shut up."

……

"Well, shall we go?"

All unconscious, Nico's hand moves slightly.

"Wait!

"Oh, little lady, something, seems a little early to go out with you."

"Maria won't let me go."

"Arsh, don't."

"I won't let you go"

"Have a fight!

"What?"

"With that mage. One-on-one. My loss if I can't move. My win if you get down on your knees. If you win, I won't give you Maria."

"It's none of your business."

"Nor did Maria have anything to do with it. Even if it doesn't matter, you guys taught me to do it if I wanted to."

"Come on, say it. But take that. What do we get out of it?

"I thought it was my hobby to have something weak."

"Ha, you're so busy, but..."

"Hey, you just have to feel like a little one. I'll deal with him to the extent that I won't let him get hurt. Sooo soon. Hey, little magician lady."

"Please!

"Hey, you guys, that kid's not an adventurer!

"I'm not gonna let you get hurt, I'm just gonna stick with you."

Stand at the training center, one-on-one. In an earlier battle, this man used quite a bit of sorcery. Perhaps there is not much magic left. It will come with great wind sorcery so as not to cause injury. If that's the case.

"Begin!"

Coming! Wind attack. Fly right.

"Shit, I'm not kidding."

Now a small ball of wind flies fine in the direction of movement.

However, if I also train swords, I can avoid them one-on-one.

This one hits the ball of the wind as well.

The opponent, not expecting a counterattack, is a little surprised. but not enough to kneel. Increasing the number of balls your opponent is getting frustrated with.

"What are you playing with? - Let's get this over with."

I'm not playing. The sorcerer's stomach, desperately trying to hit the ball of wind, reaches its peak. Come on, let it out, big move! The movement stops for a moment.

Now! Let 10 lights ramble at maximum speed. The moment you look up, you hit a big ball of wind at your feet! It is wind pressure and I kneel unexpectedly.

"There's a battle!

Mr. Alice's voice cracks.

"Become"

The other swordsmen accidentally lay their hands on the sword.

Kathari. Mal stands before me.

"That's it."

It's Mr. Graham. I'm lending Zash my shoulder.

"This is today's demon stone. I don't apologize. Because I don't think I'm wrong. But that's it."

"Chip, that's not funny. In the end, but now I'm gonna hand it to you, don't stay on your knees forever, let's go!

"Arsh!"

My hands tremble, my feet tremble, the world looks far away.

Pern.

"What are you doing!

Ah. Cyril. My cheeks hurt. The world returns. My eyes are hot.

"Wow."

"You're an idiot, see"

Cyril's, Mal's, Will's hand hugs him.

I struck magic at people. The Guild Commander is mad at me.