Life with my Little Sister

It's called winning.

I'm overwhelmingly winning.

That was Pollay's conclusion.

Right in front of you is the child.

A powerless child.

Young, nasty beings that I have ravaged.

Physical Advantage, Magic Advantage.

In addition, there is the advantage of experience, and perhaps of talent.

Literally, adults and children.

It can't be a match from the beginning, and I have to say that even the "comparison" is ridiculous from the very beginning.

But...

But it is.

As his chanting ended and the magic of the young man in front of him was built, Paulay began to feel a strange sense of crisis.

It would have been intuitive, not theoretical.

She doesn't have a 'sixth sense'.

But now Pollay does have a clear fear.

(What...? What am I afraid of...?)

I don't know why.

But the child in front of me.

I felt like I shouldn't allow myself to behave like a pet.

Don't eat me!

Just one ball of water.

Pollay set it up before the ball of water, which would not even be knocked down by just getting hit by wet water, was completed.

I was actually going to wait for you.

I was going to compliment you on the completion of your pathetic magic and then beat you up.

She was firing a stone pillar of water magic.

"... eh!?"

However, it will be destroyed.

Just like the attack earlier, the little boy gets frustrated.

Pollay thinks.

My magic has long been cultivated in battle.

For defeating enemies.

Such a child is not supposed to be delicious.

"What's going on...?!?"

For the first time, he must have been desperate.

But the second time, it's obviously easier to avoid than that.

It was as if I had learned quickly.

Her eyes are devoid of the 'awe' that the children she has been tormenting have had.

I am not wearing my teeth, which is supposed to be an overwhelming superior.

(I don't like it...!)

Even if I take it, I don't like it.

Paulay starts chanting again.

This time, it's not a one-shot magic.

It's a math that shoots multiple of them simultaneously.

I don't know if the child has good eyes, good instincts, or excellent physical abilities, but he or she has no experience of several magic shots at the same time.

"Let's get rid of it!"

Five pillars made of water.

The physical abilities of a child are not as fast as they can be, and the range is wide.

With anger and humiliation on his head, Paulay had no idea that Alto would die if he took it.

And all the five pillars that were thrown out were destroyed in an instant.

The child avoided all pillars with a quick, sullen movement.

It was an incredible sight.

(Why is that...?)

Pollay trembles with a trap.

If I was told to do the same, could I do it?

Alto Cranput seemed to be more focused on water magic in his hands than on the attack of the woman in front of him.

I can't forgive her either.

If I had devoted all my energy to my attack, I might have been impressed.

However, the boy's behavior was just 'and'.

That hurt her pride.

So how did Alto avoid these?

Ask yourself that.

"It's just an experience, isn't it?"

I would have answered.

It's a daily exercise.

A mock battle against a beloved teacher.

Many of the little elf's spells taught him "priority" in these cases.

If the attack being constructed in front of you is almost simultaneous.

How to move and how to move in a safer direction.

Or can it be tied to a counterattack?

In anticipation of the coming battle of "superiority", his mentor was teaching him to recover from wide-area magic and siege magic.

Compared to the number of magic tricks that the elf girl deals with, only five water pillars - which also only move in a linear fashion - were not the number of tricks for Alto.

(Thank Abel for training you to stay still even at times like this....)

With his hands together in his chest, the tingling boy stared at the magic in his hands.

The "water" has already been completed.

Paulay stared at Alto.

"What can you do with such a small amount of water magic?"

"Of course, do what you can."

He looked at his back, not Pollay.

The boy's younger sister stood there with a deep heart.

"Nhhhhh...."

Even for such a short time, the girl was anxious and dissatisfied about leaving her brother, and was about to cry.

Merlot's sorceress is not a threat to this girl's eyes.

If it did, the silver-haired girl herself would have tried to get rid of Pollay.

Whose luck was that?

Alto Cranput said.

"My child misses you, and I want you to be defeated."

"Ahahah...! Defeat me!? It's impossible!But we'll settle this soon!'Cause there's no way you can defeat me with such a water polo! "

Well, let's try it.

The boy ran away.

I was unexpectedly agile.

Or maybe he's training in martial arts.

I'm sure it was because of this speed that I happened to be able to attack myself.

Start chanting.

We decided to get close and hit him.

The closer they get to us, the more difficult it is to evade.

(If that's the case, don't hold back!)

Paulay fired a blow to his body.

A well-targeted attack headed straight for Alto.

"Eh!?"

It was so easy, so easy.

It was supposed to be a perfect shot, both in speed and timing.

Paulay is stunned.

And guess.

This child has a sixth sense.

That's why they're willing to stand by our attack.

Of course, the reality is different.

He has no such ability to break the rules.

When I revealed Tane, this was because Alto missed the moment of her magic activation.

Conversion complete, immediate firing.

There is no major deviation, repeat this.

That's why I'm putting it down.

For example, your mentor.

Or like the lazy Putz woman I met in the first grade exam, I didn't have the ingenuity to subtly change the moment of attack and let her read the timing.

All at the same speed.

Several shots have revealed it.

Therefore, it is easy to fish (...).

If you give me a moment that looks like Dom Pisha, I'm sure you'll catch it.

That's how Paulay was handled by Alto.

There was a clear difference in experience.

It would be terrible to blame Paulay for his immaturity.

Normally, I don't have the opportunity to fight a magician who does such a thing on a one-on-one basis.

I don't have a chance to learn this.

In other words, this series of circumventions was fruitful, not Alto himself, but his teacher's training.

I am working hard to cope with such situations.

Or, even in the rain of countless magic, it was a girl's wish to cherish her disciples and nurture her judgment so that she could survive for as long as possible.

Absolute blow.

Paulay was stunned by the thought of an attack.

Even if it was only for a moment, it must have been a flaw.

At least from his eyes.

The Alto Crane Put was approaching before Pollay could reload the next round.

Just one ball of water.

When I ate it, I didn't think it would be too much.

A sorcery that despised its harmless location.

That's why the evasion was too late.

I opened it gently, in my mouth.

Behind her throat.

Block the only airway.

There was only one grab of water and the lid was clearly closed.

"Ha...!? Fufu...!"

Pollay is furious.

However, the water made by the child in front of him is difficult to spit out or swallow.

I didn't mean for you to do that from the beginning.

He didn't design his magic that way.

If you put it inside your mouth, you can't get rid of it with half-life, because it was made with some kind of horror.

(I really want to chase you at this moment, but it's hard for me to build Thunderbolt...)

The opponent's sorceress had no means of excluding water.

With that cut, I didn't chase.

But we can't show her the gap until she falls down.

We need to keep an eye on Pollay here until he faints.

(But can you spare enough time to take a glimpse of Villy and Noel's situation...?)

There was a big difference between Alto Crampot and the sorceress Pollay.

It would have been a difference in skill, not in talent.

At least in this battle.

The boy who was always expected to be "superior" and continued to train with "superior" could not be reached by a chronic magician.

Therefore, the battle between the two magicians was only one "sphere of water", and there was a catch.