Ice Sword Mage Unites the World - The Boy, the world's most powerful magician, enrolls in the School of Magic

"Let's start with the men's Fiji 'k contest. Athletes, please enter."

When Senior Rebecca put it that way, one strong man after another comes in from the stage sleeve. For all, his upper body is naked and he wears surf pants underneath.

In this Fisiek contest, only upper body muscles tend to be noticed, but still balance. And posing, for example, becomes important.

The judges say they call about five specialists each year to get them graded.

Pretty temperamental for the size of a student, but this is the Arnold School of Magic tradition.

And some of those players were not only Evi, but also the general manager and other members. Besides that, other people in the club do a pretty good bulk.

This is generally hard for someone to decide the best......

"Ray. What do you think?

Albert was a serious face, staring at the stage.

"General Manager and Evi would be the winning candidates. But those two advantages and disadvantages, they're hard."

"I agree. Overwhelming muscle mass. Plus the cuts come out a lot. Perhaps you've made some thoughtful adjustments for today...... but the general manager is a boulder. That decadence has something awesome."

The two of us discuss and have a conversation.

The people around us also appreciate the muscles of the people standing on the stage, even though it is a mess.

Sometimes it is said that Miscon is the destiny, but it is not. This Physique contest is also what can be the main thrust of a cultural festival.

The director told me that the newly installed gym had raised awareness of the muscles more than before.

For that reason, I heard it would be exciting this year... but you were still right.

"Now, please pose in turn!

Under Senior Rebecca's progression, the competition moves forward.

Evi's number is number three. The department manager's number is the last twelve.

You still don't know what kind of battle this will be......

And they pose at the source of light music. Dazzling muscles gush, each one raising his or her voice.

"It's the most beautiful. Yikes!

"Big. Big. Big!

"It's beautiful. It's beautiful!

And I get a voice to support me.

"Hey, Ray."

"What's up, Amelia?"

Looking to the right, not only Amelia, but Clarice and Elisa were staring at me too.

"What do you do with a hanging voice?

"Calling it by number, right? You can say it's pretty or big."

"Oh well... I see"

Yeah, and all three of them nodded, and Evie's turn finally came.

"Number three, you're beautiful. You're beautiful!

"There's a good cut out there. Whoa! Biggest number three!

Me and Albert get ahead of the line and call Evie out loud for backup. Then Nica shines her whiter teeth and keeps posing.

It's Evie the boulder. Unlike the two previous ones, the posing is very pretty too. Above all, I have a good understanding of how my muscles can be reflected... like that.

"Fine! Big time!"

"It's beautiful. It's beautiful!

"Number three. Whoa!

Amelia, Clarice and Elisa also cheer brightly again. I think it all sounds like a wild man's voice, and this Fiji 'k contest goes well with women's voices. Everyone, regardless of gender, is fascinated by their muscles.

Then, as things went smoothly...... finally came the turn of the general manager, who is the great fate. As the overwhelming giant moves onto the stage, he begins posing with the music.

"So... too big..."

"Hey, what is that...?

Albert and I get stunned. We forgot to raise our voice... we were just flattered. I know it was originally big. But should posing be even more intimidating?

We were overwhelmed by that overwhelming presence.

All the people in this venue will be at war.

And finally, we're in the vetting phase... but this will be confirmed by now.

"─ The two of you are Mr. Evi-Armstrong! That means... the victory was confirmed to Mr. Rex-Hair! Give your athletes a big round of applause, everyone!

Senior Rebecca announces his ranking, but he still had the impression that this had happened...... Evi was also smiling and cheering for it and shaking hands with the general manager disappointingly.

Areas that won't arrive after all that effort.

The director cleared up and won the legendary fourth consecutive term at the Arnold School of Magic.

"Next, Miss Conn... you have no idea."

"Oh. I don't know either."

The big incandescent Fisiek contest ended and we were to move on to Miss Conn next. I mean, I'm going to decide on the number one pretty girl, but this is all the judges are here. The audience also picks one person who enters, from which the talliest number of votes is taken, to be the winner.

"Now, then, we will begin the miscon!

Senior Rebecca seems to be getting used to it, too, and her voice goes through well.

I asked Amelia this when I remembered something.

"Wasn't Amelia planning to leave?

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Amelia would have won"

"Huh!? Oh, I think so...?

"Oh. Amelia looks good. I think the brilliance was well visible on the stage."

That said, Amelia looks just a little harder.

"Hmm. But this time, I wanted to invest in my class..."

"I see. I can't help it."

"If that's what Ray says next year, maybe I can get out...?

Amelia looking at my face in a chill. I'll answer that, as usual.

"I'm looking forward to that. Next year, let's hope."

"Ugh... yeah"

And progressing safely, Miss Conn.

"Speaking of which, I wonder who this winning candidate is..."

When I squealed boso, Elisa reacted to it.

"Yu, the winning candidate is sophomore Natalia-Ashley. Yikes!

"Really? Elisa."

"Ugh... Ugh! The Magic Swordsman's Games, Magics Chevalier, were live, and this college is idyllic!

"Ooh... I had no idea. Right, I see..."

At the same time as getting information from Elisa, the girlfriend did it and came out.

"So what's your name?"

Senior Rebecca asks, Senior Ashley laughs and spins the words.

"It's Natalia-Ashley."

Next to his right eye, when he pieced sideways, the voices of the men in this venue sounded "ooh..."

I see. This college idol is apparently true. That was immediately apparent from the reaction of the men.

"So what are your appeal points and stunts"

"Uh-oh."

I took my fingertips to my mouth and looked at her reluctantly and thought.

That's the same genealogy as Carol.

Definitely the kind of woman I don't like.

"I don't know, this cute look? Is that it? The stunt's in song and dance. ~ Shh! I'll do it live again, so come on ~"

Batin, wink enough that you're likely to hear the sound of it.

Let's never go near that guy. I swear so, I'll watch that stage.

And finally, I'm the last person...

"So what's the last one... that? Rebecca-Bradley? Oh, I didn't enter?

Senior Rebecca stares at the paper handed over with a pocan look.

Then Senior Deena comes and laughs with Nico and forcefully takes the paper and microphone from Senior Rebecca.

And as he drove her into the middle of the stage, Senior Deena told him:

"So rejoice. Men, Rebecca has entered!

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

That's the best cheer of the day. Loud enough to be illusory when this auditorium rocks. No, it may not be an illusion. This vibration is undoubtedly caused by an avid human voice.

The boulder is Senior Rebecca. Its popularity seems to be one of the finest.

In it, Senior Rebecca was a dick on stage.

"Huh... Huh? Did you get me in? What does this mean...?

It was finally Senior Rebecca's turn to be the last of Miss Conn.