Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi (30-dai) no Slow na Second Life

"It's an exam, so I'll tell you for your information. The moves I used against you. Everything except" Awesome Rift Sky. "

I will explain because of this to the three people who are still unable to rise to the shock that "Awesome Rift Sky" has passed nearby.

"It means you're not out of the realm of bending. The first thing I used for my sister was to flush a guard aura on her body, but that one can only flush a very thin guard aura"

Still a delicate human body.

Pouring in a very dark and strong semantic aura becomes unbearable and burdensome.

If I repeat that all the time, I would be a sleeping grandpa with a bumpy ankle before I reached the age of fifty.

"Or to prevent the burden on the human body, only a very thin guard (guard) aura can flow. There's no substitute for an imminent attack aura."

That Inferno, for example.

There's no point in being in front of his red murder blade.

It would be occidental to be torn apart like paper for every thin guard (guard) aura.

"Yet your sister's twin swords didn't tear my body apart. Why?"

"Huh? Um...!?"

"My aura and yours are too different. You couldn't beat the clueless power that held me back."

It was a method of warfare that would not have been established without enough power differences to isolate it.

So is the tactic of war that I used against my oldest son, pouring an aura into the air.

As I said before, in the end, the wind magic of the main house prevails over the power and complexity of manipulating the air.

You won't be able to poke the void not only of the demonic wizards, but also of veteran adventurers who are used to fighting the Soytes and others.

If you're a fast, fast and accurate opponent, like Inferno, you could be targeted for fatal injuries with odd gaps on the contrary.

After all, it was just an ex-gratia that I couldn't use for a serious battle.

"And finally, the weapon destruction I used on my brother..."

"Yes, no... Huh?

"That was an overwhelming difference in strength, so it was a move I could use."

If the quality of the aura is a good match...

Even if you try to flush an aura down your opponent's weapon in the first place, your opponent's aura won't even reject you and mix you up.

Only if the opponent's aura is weaker than herself can she force herself to fuse to the bed to create rebellion.

If the other person is Inferno......

... Enough of this.

"Do you understand? In other words, you were overwhelmed with moves that only made it to the point of playing at the banquet. Why?"

"We're too weak..."

"Correct. You were able to survive."

Anything that recognizes your weakness can live long.

Because reckless attacks are enforced by their inability to perceive weakness.

"That concludes the exam. Stand back and rest."

"Damn......!? Are we failing... huh!?"

My oldest son punched his fist on the floor.

Now purely, I regret that my path to class A adventurers has been turned down.

"How about that?

"Huh?"

At least the combination they showed.

That was really brilliant.

You need more samples to figure out if that's what Grade A deserves.

"Come on, what's up? I guess the promotion exams are still going on, huh?

Around, galleries wandering through previous battles.

But they are not galleries in the true sense.

They are also taking part in the battle.

Watching the game is nothing more than waiting in order.

"You can call me if you want to be A-level. You're the only exam officer out of the three who's not an A-level adventurer, right? It's the easiest course. The sooner the better, the better. Shouldn't we swarm together?

"Liar! You're the weakest, you're lying! Absolutely a trap!!"

A sharp scratch came from the examinee's trash.

"Duh..., what do you think... duh!?"

"No, that would definitely be strong!? Better than Dear Aranzil if you heck... ugh!?"

"Because Master Aranzil is also getting old. Younger sons indeed... ugh!?"

"Again, my strongest son was also the strongest... ugh!?"

"I didn't even hear that children could use 'Awesome Rift Sky'... huh!?"

"Why isn't that guy the brave one... ugh!?"

I'm squirming each other in the ass.

You can hesitate, but if you're guzzled, you're not gonna end it, are you?

I'm running out of time to give you a bath.

"Let's do this, then. The same was true of earlier battles. I don't use weapons during tests."

I miss the Hermes knife that brought me back to the basal state.

"From now on, if you let me pull out the Hermes knife, I'll say you pass unconditionally. I'm not going to pull it out on purpose like the other three. Give me some temper."

So the subject's eyes caught on fire.

The exam finally made a full move.

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The exam was about me, Mr. Aranzil and Zester beating down even the challenging exams.

However, it seems that the candidates had the right to choose which of these three candidates to challenge, and thus the participants gathered in each examiner had a distinctive character.

First, under Mr. Aranzil, there seems to be a gathering of purely coveted exams.

He's already a legend.

I guess even if we could just meet, it would be a lifetime anniversary.

Me next.

Since the defeat of the three brothers, quite a few have come.

The tendency of the challengers is to have a vigorous eye when they do. I have melamera flame in my eyes, or I'm running blood.

It seems that those with extreme upward orientation prefer to come to me.

Why is that?

"Take this guy down and I'll be strong. Ugh!!"

Or screaming.

I fainted him with a piece of bread because I was scared.

Finally, Zester.

He also named the "Hammer" brave once, and an A-level adventurer.

Definitely supposed to be the strongest corner of the center guild......

Those who challenge there are kind of dull in their movements.

"Anyway, if you pass, it's this one...!

"To the weakest examiner for that too......!

or something. I was squeaking.

Weak or disrespectful to Zester.

I can't pass a guy with such a heart.

I'm not a test taker who came to me, but let me recommend you fail.

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That's how the A-level promotion exam took place over the course of the day.

I fought a street of exams......

"Not too hard!?"

I made an objectionable point.

Now I, Mr. Aranzil, and three Zester exams are looking at each other. In the middle of discussing who to pass.

But before that......

"Not too hard!?"

I made a candid claim.

I kept fighting all day today.

No breaks, incoming challengers, incoming challengers one after another.

The level at which the feeling of time becomes blurred along the way.

"You fought a lot more people than I thought, didn't you? In the first explanation, we divided the seventy and twenty students into three, so you said you'd take about one!?"

But the number of people who fought today was high.

There were definitely more than twenty. Otherwise, there's no way we're going through the fight all day.

"Thanks to you, Gran got tired of sleeping! I couldn't make contact with my son today! What will you do!?"

"Haven't you been in touch with young and hopeful new adventurers instead"

"Don't keep those guys and their cute sons together!?"

My grand is an angel compared to those nasty people!

Don't come with me!

"Well, don't you have a choice? But where did 20 people come from?

"Huh?"

I'm hardened by Mr. Aranzil's allegations.

"You haven't heard? Examiners can be challenged as many times as they want."

"Huh!?"

That's the first time I've heard that!?

"So, for example, you can challenge Mr. Aranzil and Zester after that, too!?"

"Unless your strength continues and your heart breaks. Because it's a hola test."

Right.

If we simply win, if we pass, if we lose, we fail. In, we all fail this year.

"I still have two or three because one examiner really mixes arbitrary biases. If all of them dealt with the test subjects, they would be able to make a fair decision, wouldn't they?

"Perhaps so..."

So the losing exams also retried one after the other, saying the fight wasn't over?

Wasn't it an illusion that I felt like I fought over a hundred times today!?

Something like, "Didn't you knock him down already? 'Didn't the guy on his face show up a few times because he was overfought and confused!?

I think those three brothers have fought a few times since then too!?

"Tell me first!?"

"All I already know...!?"

Mr. Aranzil doesn't care about annoying things.

I forgot that's the quality.

"We are blessed to be able to challenge Aranzil and Darriel again and again this year! I wanted to turn to the exam side too!

And Zester says it like any other HR.

You're in a position to be jealous because you're swamped by Aranzil like every day!?

"Let's leave that out of the way."

Mr. Aranzil divides up.

Yes, the three of us didn't come together for complaining.

If we don't do this, that's the only reason why we fought for nothing today is gone.

"Now we will decide who passes in view of the content of the exam"