Isekai Cheat Magician

Taiichi trained the Mullah and the model.

Wave the sword.

Meeting.

Avoid.

There is no tactics there in particular.

All I have is to remember to move as planned.

When we meet, we meet, when we don't meet, we don't meet.

It could also be considered a planned harmonisation move.

Slow at first. And gradually faster. Ultimately, we'll put out every 60% to 70% of everything we can.

It's just the right menu to move your body and make sure you feel it.

Lemia, on the other hand, is unwrapping her body.

This is unusual and it is common practice to check magic streets, etc.

Can you figure out where you're going through? Is it stubborn?

Is it good for the flow? And can you manipulate it without a problem?

I often check them first and then move to a different menu.

Now he aims to improve magic manipulation and is constantly training in magic manipulation. It was like constantly warming up.

That's the same for Rin.

What she's doing is, in other words, a prep movement.

This was a routine I was doing at the tennis school I belonged to. Something that stretches and turns the body to solve.

Rin is also always conscious of the prospect of improving his magic manipulation abilities and not as much as Remia.

So when it came to this, it was now.

Khin, and the sound of a sword meeting. I just got impatient.

"Hmm? Is that it?

I said Taiichi was pompous.

Mullah, hearing it, turns her face toward the entrance to the training ground.

Then a group was approaching from the other side.

He doesn't seem to be acting solidified because he's somewhat rosy.

My senses are sharpened because I was training, so I am acute about the signs.

It's just that we're not always enemies far away in a place where safety is more than ensured to some extent.

I would have noticed if we had gotten closer, but this time we would have seen it faster.

"Good morning. Was that enough?"

As we continue to train as we watch them come farther afield, there are those who speak up.

He was Cayenne, commander of this position, who came as one of the group.

"Oh, because I'm unfamiliar with this land. Early action."

"Was it"

Cayenne nodded one, half-hearted and looked behind her.

The figure of the warriors who begin to prepare thoughtfully.

"This time they will conduct simulated combat training. Well, so am I."

"Mm-hmm."

Cayenne will also be training, he said. The sword on his back, it seems, is not a decoration. Soft waist, but the weapon was more luxurious and harsh.

"Yeah, because whatever your status here is, you can't afford to let them play it safe. I'll fight on the front lines, too."

Even Ellistein had a strong Knights Commander, but if you don't have much to do with them, concentrate on command.

It just doesn't mean we can't just hold back here.

"Or so it is."

Convinced.

There are no more than 10,000 soldiers in this land.

It would mean that all personnel who can fight are tough if they don't.

The assassin from Celtia, who confronted him last month, was also a minority.

The number of people in the training area right now is about forty from what I've seen. Cayenne says about 40% of the total number is here right now.

Rather, there are more personnel in this position than those magicians.

"Well, it doesn't make sense to talk for a long time. Let's just say we get started."

There was no sign of initiation in particular, but all those who found someone around them had begun to scatter.

Some of them seem to train triplets, and some of them take them together.

"I'll warm you up with a bare gesture over there, so be my guest."

"Okay."

Remia nodded.

I felt a number of glances at this one.

We can do it ourselves.

"Would you like a one-handed guide?

It was Merak who guided the Tai Chi people yesterday that came out a step ago.

"Then I'll deal with him."

Mullah stepped forward.

Merak's specialty is the same one-handed sword as Mullah's.

I thought it was the easiest to understand.

Merak's eyes weren't fixed on a particular one of the four, so it doesn't look like he has someone he wants to nominate, or anything.

"Thank you for taking it"

After all, his eyes weren't an illusion yesterday.

This simulated combat training was conducted the day after the first encounter. After all, it was a place set up to persuade people like him, as much as they expected.

Even the younger girl opponents aren't prejudiced, and they don't have any problems.

One can see from the people who work in the training field to polish themselves that they have nothing to do with gender or anything else.

A short distance away, Mullah was relative to Merak.

Pull out the sword and set it up.

Special treatment.

It will be difficult to convince.

There is no backup of sorts in this position to counter Celtia.

Even the army is struggling to maintain the barracks. This is true even in relation to the location of the ground. I don't think I can guess the difficulty of the barracks in this part of the world.

Rather, the only place that connects with Altia is this place to make backups.

He should be literally putting his life on hold.

With VIP treatment when the leftovers suddenly come, understanding is not satisfactory.

Being a force of war enough to receive special treatment.

In this position, where power is everything, the easiest thing is to make yourself known.

Do you still care about the fatties, the number of gazes that can be directed at this one.

Then.

Merak will have thoughts and thoughts, too.

But it's also convenient for Mullah.

I'm sorry about him.

(... I'll let you screw me over)

Make sure Merak pulls out the sword, and Mullah pulls out the sword again, and sets it up.

I will add and subtract from the TPO called simulated combat training, but I plan to spare no effort in the end.

Merak's gear is an orthodox broadsword on his right hand and a small shield on his left.

Weapon configurations with few gaps, instead of special pointed areas.

"I'm going!

Merak stepped in a long time and went forward.

Mullah was half-baked and prevented the sword from being swung down.

Reinforced magic is naturally exercised against each other.

The power of Merak is considerable. Mullahs also greatly enhance their strength and take it.

Giri, and iron mesh, and sparks scatter slightly with the sound of ear damage.

Now it's Mullah's turn.

I slightly altered the vector of power to deviate Merak's sword only slightly.

That's enough.

Pull out the dagger with your left hand.

I swung straight forward to stick my cut out.

Due to the position relationship between the sword and the shield, it is difficult to prevent.

"Huh!"

Merak took a distance in the backstep.

(Yes, that's the only way, isn't it!

Follow.

I won't let you get away with it.

It was only because we knew Merak would fly that his landing and Mullah's stepping in were simultaneous.

Mullah waves her sword.

Shows off skill that allows knights and knights to cut into each other at all costs.

Merak attempts to fight back while preventing Mullah's swordsmanship with his sword and shield.

After a couple of matches of offense, we both took our distance.

(If you're still at this level, you can afford it.)

Those around them also looked like they could do it to this extent and deserved it.

Let's see how it goes first.

Mullah was fought by a C-rank adventurer with the intent of his opponent.

Then the next B-rank Adventurer...... the average knight decides to fight with the intention of his opponent.

"Huh!"

Now from the mullah...... just before I stepped in, I unleashed a fireball.

I confirm that I can use magic. For other people who were coming to train were also exercising.

Bounce the imminent fireball in front of you with a shield and try to defeat the imminent Mullah sword with a one-handed sword.

"Damn!?

I noticed.

Is it correct that if you mumble, you will be noticed?

To tease Melak's sword and try to play it flying.

Nature and the time for swords and swords to touch becomes instant.

Even though the sound of metal and metal colliding sounds continuously, Merak, who hates that interaction, plots to take a distance.

Mullah realized she wanted to escape.

Then I'll try to help.

He created a fireball in his palm and slammed it to the ground.

Doon, and the ground swayed, and Merak's voice and appearance were wiped out by the blast and flames.

I'm not letting you hit me directly, but I'm caught in an explosion and it can't be no damage.

Of course the mullahs are in a blast, but it's the magic I unleashed.

I couldn't care less about Mullah's skill.

A moment late to Mullah, who came out to dance in a glimpse of black smoke, Merak was blown away and rolled down the ground.

By the way, I'm getting burns too much.

It still didn't seem like no damage.

"Shouldn't we treat him quickly?

This is a mock fight.

Defeating an opponent is not the goal, not to mention to cause injury.

What matters is to see the results of the challenges we have been working on in action and to find new ones. I mean, it's an opportunity to look at myself right now.

Of course, it's not good to have a losing habit, so it's important to aim for wins properly.

Winning or losing is not the most important thing.

The fact that the opponent was injured and thus ended without a clear victory or loss due to gibberish was also something that remained to be done in a mock fight.

Most of all, not at this moment.

I didn't explicitly say I won or lost, but it was definitely Mullah's victory, Merak's defeat.

Those who deserve to come to the land will understand.

At that moment, I was set up as much as I wanted to set up a chase.

For Mullah, that's just a means of restraint, blinding and rebuilding her posture.

So if you're dealing with someone that's damaged, it'll be inferior to Mullah.

That, of course, is definitely better for the person who was fighting than for the one who was watching the game.

"... Yep, I will. Thank you, my friend."

"Good to see you. You've learned a lot."

Mullah puts her weapon in the sheath and returns her heel.

Merak clenches his teeth, but suppresses his gushing emotions.

He put his sword straight into his sheath and left the spot with a firm foothold.