"And the game is over ohhhhhh!! But this... is unheard of... what a game time... two seconds!! This is one of the best times in history for Magics Chevalier, a long history sorcery swordsman competition!!
Roll.
No, I can't just describe this game with those words.
Probably a magician who was on this occasion, and few can properly explain this game. Again, I almost missed it... but I managed to understand. And a Normark player who suddenly appeared in this main battle.
Everyone knew that it was the athlete who was at the heart of this tournament.
Simple and lucid. It was just that one sword that decided the game. Nothing would be easier to understand.
"The winner is...... Lucas-Folst!! Oh, my God, I'm a sophomore at Mercross School of Magic!! He wasn't on the winning candidate, he was a no-mark player...... Dark Horse showed up here ahhh!!
Lucas-Forst.
Only the name is in my head for once. He said he was a sophomore at Mercross School of Magic and a rare magician who used a sword, not a sword. I thought I was good at fighting from that style of combat to the swordsmanship type and the super close range "Cross Range" among them... no one would have thought so far.
Check the player again in the brochure he has immediately. The list of contestants is brochured and distributed at the tournament, but the more prominent the player, the larger the boundaries.
Among other things, Lucas-Forst's boundaries would be the smallest. It's just to the point where there's only one line of introduction on it.
The height is not so high at one hundred and sixty-five centimetres, but its sweet mask will surely attract many women...... because even prior information had a reputation as a neutral and beautiful athlete for men.
Long dark hair in a single piece behind him, with no face or intensity, but certainly some of it remains masculine. As such, he leaves the venue as soon as he sheaths his sword.
"Hey Ray. Did you see that?
"Barely."
"I'm not at all... what have you done?
"It's simple. Strengthen your body with the internal Inside code, approaching… just flashed"
"Seriously... is that all?
"Ah. Nothing notable. Simple, so powerful. It is also difficult to put in place measures. There's nothing you can do if you specialize in the super close range Cross Range."
"Seriously... sure, the other guy just..."
"You're the one who fought Senior Rebecca for the final last year. This magic swordsman's tournament, Magics Chevalier, was the winning candidate for this tournament... I didn't know it would be the fastest to lose the tournament..."
"... ah. Seriously, there are things like this."
Fortunately, if it were to hit Senior Rebecca, it would be the final. And that will probably be real. After all, how will Senior Rebecca fight against him?
The tournament thus progresses, albeit with great turmoil.
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"Albert?"
"Ray..."
"That's an odd encounter."
"Oh. Right."
"Happy First World War Breakthrough"
"Thanks, but..."
After that, I meet Batali and Albert while I'm on the move to have a job as a management committee member.
Okay, sure. The next game was... his game.
World War I has been successfully broken through, and World War II is coming up. When I'm done with the cleaning, I'm supposed to watch the game in the waiting room on the ground floor as a management committee.
And I was worried about moving early, so this is how I'm headed underground early... but I just seemed to have some time to chat.
"Right. Surely in the mountains of Albert..."
"... Ariane-Olgren. She's waiting."
"Ariane or... you must be a mighty enemy"
"Oh. I saw the game, too, but as an athlete, I don't have that much of a bad type. Whatever you say, it doesn't work."
"Even from her personality...... I guess that's true"
Ariane's first game.
They've already made a fuss among the players as well as the audience. Whatever you say, you defeated Crimson Nova, a deep red explosion that is a massive chain of magic, Extensive Chain, directly from the front.
That made me understand the essence of Ariane. She seemed balanced, but the fruit, sword-type. Among other things, he would be a magician specializing in super close range Cross Range.
The troublesome thing about magicians with this super close range Cross Range as their mainstay is that it is difficult to put in place measures. If there is, it must not be remembered. But this type of magician handles the internal "inside" code very well. That's what I'm familiar with how to fight to take to close range.
"Ariane maintains the super close range Cross Range…"
"... I know I don't have to tell you from there. There is no way to take action against her now. Besides, I'm good at fighting at close range too. When it gets clogged, if you try to fight it, it's a collision of power and power... I know."
"Right, I'm sorry. That was an extra favor."
"I appreciate the sentiment. Well... I'm going"
"Ah. Good luck with that."
When Albert and I grip each other disappointingly, we smile and try to be different from each other and go in the opposite direction.
Albert's hands were thick. How much training have you had? After the battle with me, I know the reality, and still keep scratching my feet. And in front of you stands a mighty enemy named Ariane-Olgren.
I don't want you both to lose. But I wanted Albert's efforts to come to fruition... so I hoped.
And I watched Albert's game after cleaning up with Clarice. The opponent of World War II was a student of the Diom School of Magic. The opponent was balanced, but all of a sudden he brought it to a close fight along the way... and Albert ate it, but still managed to deal with it and take the win.
Thus Albert was finally set to advance to the semi-finals... but as was still an earlier conversation, Ariane would be next. Fulfilling, what will happen to the game......
"Don't push it!
"Don't panic, slowly exit!
After the game. The fact that we're a little understaffed meant me and Clarice were organizing the exits. Even so, it's not that hard because it just prompts attention... the summer sun keeps illuminating us relentlessly.
In the meantime, I was interviewed, and I found an athlete.
That is arguably the most boiling of competitions right now.
Lucas-Forst.
He remained with a knife on his hips, and he was just answering that question facelessly. The number of interviews is no longer normal. I could see his expression slightly out of people's gaps, but I can't read it at all. It's like the emotion of emotion is falling out. That's what I think is an exquisite doll.
……
For a moment. Only for a moment, the gaze intersects.
Definitely, he was staring at me. If you had a gaze by chance, you could stray right away. Even so, he's been staring at me... as if to look into my eyes.
Why are you looking at me?
I don't have any visibility in this tournament, I'm just a board member. Could it be he was the gaze I felt before...?
But why would a magician like him care about me? Do you know that?
I am one of the seven great magicians... to be the magician of the Ice Sword. That makes Tsujitsu fit, but he quickly shifts his gaze away from me.
Again, is it too much to think about?
"Hey Ray! Don't get confused!
"Oh, oh... I'm sorry, Clarice..."
"? What's wrong? Maybe you're not feeling well? Then I'll escort you to the emergency room. This heat can cause heat stroke."
"No, I'm fine. I'm sorry to bother you."
"Hmm. I don't know, don't get too confused! You have to worry!
"Ah. We'll be careful in the future"
That's how we get to work.
From then on, the Magics Chevalier tournament progressed unharmed to the "Connection" … at last, the rookies and the semi-finals were all there.
With all four of the best people in line, there are eight players left now, matching the rookie battle with the main line.
Amelia, Ariane and Albert remain in due course, as does Senior Rebecca...... and Lucas-Forst again.
Who will win both the rookie and the main battle after all?
Think about it, but I had a concern.
That means I haven't had a conversation with Amelia since the Magics Chevalier competition began. No, in addition to watching the game all the time, it also goes indispensable to act as a support group.
Amelia is always smiling at us with a nickel, waving at us just a little shy.
I can't see Kake.
But Amelia is good at hiding it. In that heart, I don't know what you're thinking... I don't know. Until she talks, I don't know. Even if Amelia thinks she's one of these people, I'm just taking it personally.
I was... scared.
Can I touch that heart of hers? Whatever's ahead of Amelia, I definitely want to help. But it was also for her, but it was also for herself.
I'm on my way again, just like everyone else. Although he is the most powerful of the seven magicians, he is aware that he is still immature.
Now, there is no master next door.
I have to move forward of my own accord.
With everyone, with Amelia... I thought so when I moved on too. But is it really true to fulfill it?
Am I making the right choice?
"Amelia......"
Boss tells her name.
Now sexually, I wanted to hear Amelia's voice...