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

Magics War, a massive sorcery battle.

The qualifiers are divided into A ~ G leagues, with six teams present in each league. So we can play the league and the top two teams can pawn to the main game.

From the main game, it's not a league game, if you defeat it to become a tournament format, that's where it ends. On the other hand, there is still room for salvage even if the qualifying round is defeated.

But of course, we're going to miss the qualifying round with the goal of winning all games.

First game of the A-League. That is our first battle and the beginning of this tournament.

And on the way to Kafka Forest, we head to the college. So get dressed and get ready. This time it means fighting in the woods, and they're distributing training clothes that are recruited by the military.

Shades are khaki-based and would be a protective color in the woods. With that in mind, we need to go on fighting.

It is also shared with Amelia and Ariane during training.

Sleeve through.

And stare at yourself with your appearance.

Be light and flexible before assembling the image of the match. The road to victory is already visible. But the game doesn't know what will happen.

It will be necessary to respond on an ad hoc basis.

"Okay."

Gently tap the bread and cheeks. We're all set.

I'm not ill either. Condition is perfect.

But when I looked at my hand, I was shaking lightly. I'm sure that's not because I'm afraid of something.

To my mind, this was the first time I had ever been on such a stage. Until now, I was just looking from the outside. But I'm finally gonna be on the surface stage, too.

At first Ariane invited me... because I wanted to try, but not now.

Bear the feelings of both of you, and I'll fight.

"Go."

Leaving my room. He didn't look back, he just went straight ahead.

"Both of you, are you ready?

We were gathered in front of the Kafka Forest. The current time is 11: 30. After half an hour, the game begins.

This place was surrounded by tension.

Essentially, the state of the game is relayed in the circular arena Colosseum. Plus, they're going to be transcribed in projective magic inside the college.

But now there were many people around to see.

In the meantime, I have eyes on them, so I'm heading that way.

"Albert. Evi"

"Ray. That's the first fight. Don't lose."

"I hope so! Definitely come to the final league. Yikes!

"Absolutely. See you in the finals."

I didn't need any more words. Because we're rivals. Seeing how they both behaved standing there, I'm sure they've made a lot of effort.

It's not the same league as us, so if it's going to hit, it's the main game.

In thirst for battle there, I shook hands with disappointment.

Turn your back and go back to Amelia and the others.

I also hear a lot of cheering from around...... I still feel the team: Hartnet is bigger as the amount of cheering.

and that moment. I also hear voices supporting us.

"White. Eh! Win!

"Mr. Rose! Good luck!

"Master Olgren! Stay tuned!

That cheer was a lot of Amelia's and Ariane's. But my classmates give me my name, too.

Make sure you respond to that voice and wave gently. I know that my presence is by no means what was hoped for in this aristocratic society.

Noble societies still have a lot of pedigree people.

That in itself does not deny it.

But there are people out there who admit it.

Then let's do everything we can for them.

"Ray is very popular."

"You're a classmate. Even so, we lose both cheering."

"For we are nobles. I've been used to it since I was a little girl."

When Ariane says so, Amelia reacts to it too.

"Right. But I don't feel bad this time."

"Right. Ray's with us."

"What do you call that?"

Does it mean anything? And the moment I tried to listen back. Senior Hartnet is coming to me again.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey! It's finally here. Yikes! It's magnificent!

"Right. Lady."

"Ma'am, you're more conspicuous than usual"

The two maids holding back were somehow scattering paper blizzards from behind. He said it seems to be a magnificent appearance... but is he still going to say he wants to stand out?

He remembered a certain admiration for the fact that he was also, in a sense, the most aristocratic of the nobles.

But there's nothing to hate about it somewhere. That was my impression of Senior Hartnet.

"Ray-White! And two of the three nobles! We will beat you!

"Ma'am, it's splendid."

"Yikes! Best in the world!"

Paper blizzard spreading again. We stare at it.

Amelia and Ariane have a totally pocan look on their face.

"So look forward to losing!

"Ma'am, it's beautiful"

"You're more conspicuous than usual"

and the three of them withdraw when they safely collect scattered paper blizzards.

They are really stormy people.

"... somehow, Ray seems to like it a lot"

"Really?

"Yep."

And from next door, Amelia's sharp gaze shoots me through.

"What's up, Amelia? You look so scared."

"Nah, you have a bad feeling"

"What? You have something to feel about them?

Should the boulder be called Amelia? Looks like he felt something against those three in his current contact.

I also feel something terrible from Senior Hartnett. I didn't know Amelia would know that...

But somehow Amelia is still staring at me.

"No. I'm not... Huh? You smell the same..."

"Amelia. No way, is that what this is all about?

Then Amelia and Ariane start talking to Kosokoso. Apparently, it's something I don't want to hear.

Doing so, the teachers, the referees, arrive.

This time, apparently, Carol and Abby, plus other college teaching, will be joining us as referees.

"Ray. Long time no see."

"Yes. Long time no see"

"This is the base of this game. It's set in all five locations."

"I'll take it."

Materials given to me by Mr. Abby. That is an indication of the base of this match.

The Hartnet seniors also get that material from Carol.

In base occupancy, the qualifier for the massive magic battle Magics War, the base will be set before the game and the players will be informed in advance.

"I know this isn't a good idea..."

Then, Koso and Mr. Abby give me ear punches.

"I'm here for you. Come on, Ray."

"Yes...... thank you"

When I bow my head on the spot, I immediately rendezvous with the two with the material.

"Both of you. It's our last meeting."

"Okay."

Copy that.

Based on the materials, hold a final meeting. The operation originally came to mind beforehand. But the base can't tell until it's at this stage.

As a result, this time was originally scheduled to be set aside.

"You have a surprisingly balanced sense of distance..."

"Right. However, the last base seems a little far away…"

As Amelia and Ariane pointed out, the sense of distance itself does not change that much this time around.

Each of the five locations will last only six minutes. And it will be the victory of those who accumulate the first material, Prima Materia, in the magic props within a total of thirty minutes.

When it comes to base defense, me and Ariane are avant-garde. It takes the form that Amelia will accumulate in possession of the magic artifact at the base in the rear guard.

Perhaps, if all three initial points could be maintained, the victory would be finalised early.

But even if you think about the strength of the other person, you're sure to antagonize them. Besides, it's still too early to use the original magic trick. This match presupposes winning without using the inherent magic Origin.

Nothing matches, that's not all. As the league continues, so is the final tournament.

As much as possible, I don't want to keep it exposed in my hands.

"You both remember the base, don't you?

"Yep."

"Of course, sir."

"Basically, I'll decide whether or not to abandon the base. After that, let's go as planned."

I offer my hand softly.

Then two hands lay on me.

Once, the three of us now share our gaze.

"We're gonna win this thing!

"" Oh-ho!!

Get in the mood, raise your voice.

Until we got here, we worked hard.

Now is the time to demonstrate that achievement.

We can do it. Absolutely victorious.

So with all my heart, I finally wanted it for the first fight.