Life with my Little Sister

Mmmm......

You're a little nervous.

I've had it many times on the side to be tested, but it's the first time I do.

Of course I read the manual, and I did the rehearsal.

"Oh, my God, Tordie, be so nervous. You'll be fine, don't do it."

Aunt Febe, a veteran magician, slaps me on the shoulder.

He's the first person I've ever met in this venue, but he's very casual about what to say.

He doesn't look like a magician at all, he's like a liver ball mother in a liquor store or a lodging house.

The venue for the seventh level exam is a large hall. There are a number of rings there, where you will fight your exams.

In the case of Grade VII, the acceptance condition shall be to have the magic hit once by the examiner within the prescribed time.

The disqualification condition is that in addition to the expiration of time, if you have run out of magic and if you have left the site, and if you have eaten an attack from the examiner a certain number of times.

The venue is carved in multiple ways by the magic power reduction technique for safety, and the examiner wears special protective armor, but still every year, an injured person emerges. I hear people say it's dangerous to deal with stone bullets if you can only use dirt magic.

Conversely, the magic used by the examiner is often water bullets in order to avoid injuring the examinee as much as possible.

In addition, you will come to the exam with a de-escalation ring in place to prevent you from attacking with all your strength or at a speed that the examinee cannot handle.

I try to stand in the unmanned ring and look around. It's a strange thing, and when you're in a different position, the scenery looks different.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"Aunt Febe?

For some reason, a veteran official came up to the ring.

"It's up to them, and we're in a lot of trouble, too, and we need to be careful. So I'm just gonna take a look at Tordie's movements."

With that said, Aunt Febe started chanting. In an instant, Mitsu's little water bullet comes to life.

"Um? Is it a mock fight -?

At some point, Reuce, who had come to Ringside, sparkled his eyes and looked at us.

"No, I'm not going to fight..."

Even though it didn't, Mitsu water bullets were fired at the same time without question.

Especially since it's not an attack with a time difference, it's easy to flaunt. Nor do we need to deploy the Devil's Wall.

Twist your body to avoid it.

"Oh, that's a handsome move."

Second shot.

I can see you're going to push it to the edge, so I dare you to get on with it.

You're getting ready for your next bullet fast. Is this why you don't make the time difference?

The moment she releases with the intention of hitting the third shot, I return the water bullet.

"Whoa, I was imagining an honor-looking way to fight, but you're gonna shoot me at a nasty time. Actually, are you a crook type?

Your aunt was reading the counter. Expand the demon wall to prevent it.

- But.

There was a wet sound in the water, called basha.

Apparently you succeeded.

"Well, from the top of my head. Were you shooting up there when you hit the second shot?

"Yeah, well. I thought my leg would stop to shoot me in the third shot."

The magnitude of technology and magic is not the only thing that matters in sorcery warfare.

I also think it's important to say how you can poke the other person's surprise.

No, it's not limited to witchcraft.

"No, no. I heard you were a brilliant young magician, but it's true..."

The aunt laughs as she dries herself with the magic of the wind.

This person, who can fire three shots simultaneously and rapidly, rather than a single attack, is usually an amazing operator.

"How's your glasses lady? Do you have anything on your arm?

"No eh. Unlike my predecessors, I'm a one-speed clerk."

White......

Reuce is smiling and shaking her head.

This girl basically doesn't try to relate to anyone other than the person she was interested in.

"Well, that's all, I know what Tordie's power is. I'm just saying, if you're not good enough, you're not gonna get a pass, are you?

Aunt Febe laughed, saying so. It must be a light mouth to relax me. The care was a pleasure.

Exam day.

Until the boy's turn came, I dealt with nine students, but I think I could add and subtract them without any problems.

All the students worked hard.

I just didn't think it was a good idea not to have ideas for the fight.

I don't know if you're just simply going to shoot a magic bullet at yourself and, in some cases, other people's lives.

"Senior, what's next?

The rews watching the game on the ringside also seemed boring somewhere. There's nothing to see, the expression says.

And 'he' came.

――――

He was a very beautiful, thin boy with a line, so for a moment, I could see.

If you're a woman who likes little boys, you look like you're easily captivated. However, the odd thing is, is there any sign of a tired worker?

I feel strange and sad, not meshing with appearance or age. What does that mean?

He seemed slightly nervous. I'm five years old, so I can't help it.

It's just a shame, but I can't get you out of the exam.

If you lack the strength, you will just wish to return.

You will have already been briefed, but again I will briefly explain the rules and ask you to come up to the ring.

Now, what is the power of the rumored boy?

"Okay, let's get started"

"Yes, please"

He had no idea and straightened his right hand.

You won't have any real combat experience when it comes to excellence in knowledge and magic, and maybe this is something you can't help but do.

(You shouldn't be standing on a bar. Failed)

I gently tried to get him to ring out with wind magic, its arrow tip.

"... ugh! No chant!?"

A water bullet was fired abruptly.

Normally, chanting, witchcraft should be shaped before the operator, then flying in.

He ignored any of those processes and practiced witchcraft in a no-time manner.

Surprised, but still a single attack.

The moment I twisted my body and tried to get you to leave...

Basha, I heard a noise.

On the flank, a wet sensation.

"- What?"

I didn't think, I opened my mouth like a jerk.

I'm hit.

On my body, a boy's unleashed water bullet was definitely hitting me.

(Huh? No, 'cause it can't be......! His water bullet was a single shot, and from orbit, he should have stood up!

It didn't make sense.

If, as I did to Aunt Febe, it was an accidental attack, even if you ate it, you would give up, and you could understand.

But his attacks hit my flank unreasonably, as if the track had changed along the way.

(Are you saying the water bullet has bent?!? No, that's impossible......!

I'm confused and wolfish.

What happened? What happened? Unsolvable questions circle your head with glue.

"Until then. Alto crane put. Practical exams, passed."

Reuce was faintly informing the boy of the results.

I remained stunned and saw 'Him'.

He was looking at me too, but before the start of the practice, there is one obvious difference.

There was no emotion in my eyes that I should have been nervous about.

This is the eye that sees things you're not interested in.

The boy who was supposed to be on guard of my powers seemed to have already put a cut on the existence of what he called me.

Like seeing a dozen intertwined crowds, without any interest whatsoever...

He gives thanks only for his form and just walks away.

I sat up perfectly.

I couldn't understand what she was doing to hit me.

Reuce was laughing.

But that laugh wasn't directed at me.

She also doesn't have any shards of interest in me to turn around.

Her gaze seemed to be just directed at the back of the boy who was going tiny.