Kage no Eiyuu no Nichijou-tan

After school the day I briefed Elisia and the others on the bomb, I joined the Eagles and took a trip to the physical race practice area.

"Oh, you're here, skipper."

A teammate competing in a physical race laughs at my face and nigga.

"I'm not skipping..."

"I know. Special training, right? But sometimes you come to practice. Physical racing is a relay format, so we need to work out some combinations."

I nodded honestly to my teammates' honesty.

After a light stretch, physical racing practice begins.

Running along the course, I insignificantly checked my surroundings for bombs.

So far I haven't found a bomb anywhere. To some extent, I expected this. Physical racing doesn't use magic equipment, and the real course isn't here either. There would be no place to plant a bomb.

"Ooh... that's fast, you"

After practice, my teammates spoke up.

"Really?

"I think it's the fastest on the team, and why don't we do an anchor?

At the same time as listening to the suggestion, a hero student nestled in a corner of his sight looked up.

I guess I was eavesdropping. Physical racing is just a tough competition to stand out. There is no reason why hero students should at least be anchored and burn with a sense of purpose.

"... no, don't anchor. I'm not so sure about boulders."

"Oh well. Well, you can't force it. But the Lions have a lot of fast players, so don't be too alarmed."

I took my teammates' advice seriously.

Distracted by the rush with the operatives, I myself neglect the competition festival is the end of the line. There's more to trying that than learning new magic from Dr. Sylphia. Maybe it's time to start practicing physical racing in earnest.

"Mr. Tweet."

At the end of the practice and resting, Mize rang from behind.

Look at that magical face, I'll change places.

Did you find it?

"Yes, there's a bomb in the magic equipment used in the sledgehammer."

Sledgehammer is a competition where the team that did the most damage within the time limit wins the magic fixture that quantifies the damage. There are two magic tools used in this competition. It's a magic tool that quantifies damage and a giant hammer that's freely usable.

"Which tool was planted with a bomb?

"It's a magic tool that quantifies damage."

"Right.... Well, I don't know if the hammer will actually be used, so naturally."

The competition, in which the bomb was now planted, became three types: drive racing, exodus and sledgehammer. Apparently, Imperial operatives are planting bombs without sight. You want to do as much damage as possible to encourage the talks to be suspended.

"Um, so it's about dismantling..."

"I don't have to dismantle it now. If you fail, you'll be harmed."

"Yes, but I think... maybe we can dismantle it in a short time using the Path of Wisdom."

You're really competent...

The Arkedia kingdom wants it.

"You mean demolishable right now?

"Yes."

"Okay. Just in case, let me check it out too."

Initially, the plan was to concentrate only on searching for the bomb during the day, and dismantling was meant to take place at night. But if you act in the school at night, you could make contact with agents again. If you can dismantle it in the daytime, I've never been over it.

They haven't started practicing sledgehammers yet. Before the practice begins, quickly move to the warehouse to find the magic equipment where the bomb was planted.

The bomb was planted at the bottom of the magic fixture. I don't realize anything just by looking at it, but if I keep an eye on it, I can tell there's a slightly uplifting part of it. In view of its appearance at the competition festival, peeling off the colour sheet that had been affixed to the surface revealed the bomb that had been planted inside it.

"Well found."

"Because Mr. Tweet told me where bombs can easily be planted. Thanks to you I was able to find efficiently"

I used to be on the side of planting bombs during the Great War. Based on their experience at that time, they predicted the behavior of the operatives.

"Okay, we're going to start dismantling"

So Mize points her hands at the bomb.

Fluffy, and I felt like the wind blew. From the palm of Mize, a thin wave of magic is emitted.

"Can you dismantle magic just by manipulating it from the outside"

"Yes, it will take some clever manipulation, but I wonder if you can do the same if your magic control (control) is above the C-rank."

Elysia's magic control (control) is D and E to Gran, so it can only be dismantled by me and Mize. We'll dismantle the bomb we found in the lions later.

"Done"

"... awesome. Thanks."

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Mize says happily.

"You got a lot of nerve."

Almost unconsciously, he said those words.

Not long ago, Mi., it seems like he hadn't come to dismantle the bomb with such perseverance.

"To Dada, I didn't travel with Mr. Tweet."

Reminds me of a harsh escape.

It was a scattered and painful journey, but maybe I had something to gain.

"Still...... will you be okay, keep practicing like this"

Once out of the warehouse, Mize says, staring towards the ground.

"If the purpose is to stop the talks, detonating them at this time is ineffective. Just change the venue now, and we won't postpone until the date. It's inconvenient for the rest of us that Ninglo's security is strengthened for the day."

"I see... if you ask me, yes"

Mize nods with a serious look.

I told him consciously to soften his tone a little.

"I'm sorry to keep you involved here, but you can get a little more distracted. It's strange that we can't honestly enjoy the festival when we want to defend it."

"... so is that"

I'm used to working with these hands, so I can easily change my mind, but Mize won't either. Before we involve them, I want to be careful not to put more pressure on them than is necessary.

"Do you want to go back to practice? We'll resume our bomb hunt when we're free again."

"Ha!"

Head for the ground with Mize, who replies well.

But I was going to rendezvous with the members of the eagle group who encouraged me to practice... but from the center of the ground, I heard some hustle and bustle.

"That's noisy."

"Is something wrong...?

I hear the practice is interrupted. Head to the crowd wondering what's going on.

At the center of the crowd was a red-haired man - Barren.