Life with my Little Sister

Mr. Dick.

He's arrowheaded, he's a crook.

I also read that I was going to storm and prepare for it.

So.

Yeah, so.

So you're going to be one hand late.

(No. In this case, I wonder how advantageous it would be to say 'no chant')

Why did you have a huge mouth open in front of you?

That's because Mr. Dick was reading my assault.

I was preparing a giant agate because I was reading it.

Then what happens if I make an unprepared move?

In front of a huge mouth.

That's where I generate the ice plate.

And I put my foot on there.

"- Huh!? Change direction. Huh!

From the start, I'm not going straight into it.

The opponent is a crook.

I didn't expect this kind of mouth to appear on the boulder, but I also thought it would never stand helpless.

"One!"

Kick the board and fly straight to the side.

"Two!"

Kick another board, track modification to Mr. Dick.

"Kuh... Huh!

The mud balls he's releasing are also 'booking actions' in fast language.

There's no way you can switch attacks right here.

"Mitsu!

Kick more boards and accelerate. At the same time, fire a water bomb.

Come on, eat it!

Fresh water delivery!

The water bullet approaches Mr. Dick.

My orbital modification wasn't expected from a boulder.

But the other guy is a crook.

Mr. Dick, who remained stunned and distorted, fell as-is Zuluri.

(Coked!? No, it's not!

This fell from me.

Emergency evacuation using mud under your feet and slipping your own feet.

As I predicted, 'Assault will do something'.

He was also prepping for "evasive action when attacked by this one".

All over the mud, he escapes at high speeds aboard the vortex of 'Ant Hell'.

By the time I landed, my distance to him had already been the same as the first one.

There are two differences.

The standing position shall be different.

And it's about him getting muddy.

"No... That's amazing, you. I didn't think you'd blame me. Thanks to you, I was framed for using a way to avoid it. If you keep dressing like this, it's hard because you can't let me in the office..."

He's spitting mud out of his cheeks and mouth.

Surrounding opponents are hard to do.

But there are some parts that have been advantageous.

That's when the mud balls that were holding me back stopped firing.

From here on out, I should be able to deploy my magic.

What needs to be done is already decided.

"Heh... Didn't you deploy the Wall of Demons instead of an attack?

It generates large chunks of water.

But I'm not going to use this as just a demon wall.

Of course, if it's mud, I'm going to have it prevented.

I pour magic into a mass of water and grow it bigger.

In the meantime, the muddy man began a fast chant.

"I hope I don't get a thousand hands on it."

That's how he laughs.

But it never fits into an infinite loop.

You shouldn't have given me the eye of freedom, as the bullshit examiner himself said.

You shouldn't have let me build magic.

(See but good! The advantages of having modern Japanese knowledge!

From a huge mass of water, a stream of water was shot out.

It's not Mr. Dick I'm after.

- The floor.

"This is...! The mud...!

His attacks are annoying because the mud covers the martial arts stage itself and restricts his actions.

Conversely, if that obstacle can be eliminated, this one will prevail.

He is a crook.

Even if you do a direct attack, you may escape by some means.

So first of all, crush Inkoman's gains.

- The name is High Pressure Water Flow.

But I'm not a water cutter. High-pressure cleaning.

Shoot out compressed liquid with wind sorcery and water sorcery and force mud away.

The mass of water I built wasn't just a demon wall, it was a water storage tank.

It has nothing to do with him resisting with magic.

This is magic plus scientific knowledge.

Peeling the mud to this extent is that there is no fabrication.

Mud balls are fired.

But my tank's holding me back, and it won't reach me.

(The wand magician, you also defend the scattered muddy water)

On the ringside I saw on the sidelines, a Vale woman with a cane on both hands unfolded a demon wall, protecting the three marquises.

I don't care if they charge me for cleaning, so I want you to keep up the good work.

(and cooling)

A new ice block will be built and placed where the mud has been stripped.

This is my position.

I will not tolerate the repositioning of mud.

Like he took my freedom, this one now restricts my movement and packs it.

"Mm... Huh! Ugh...!

Finally, Mr. Dick's complexion changed.

He noticed that the ice block was in the way and he couldn't move.

Even if I move. Even to the fact that it is not possible to tie mud boundaries.

"Then, Mr. Examiner, please wash away the dirty mud with this."

That's what I told him, releasing the water from the tank all at once.

Ms. Dick, who tried to do something that looked like resistance, grinned bitterly when she saw the 'ring of attenuation' in its hand and was pushed away as it was.

Ring out.

My win.

But if there were no restrictions by the ring, something else might have come of it.

"That's it! It's Alto Crane Putt's victory!

Mr. Tordi will tell me.

No. You were a tough guy to do.

"Ya ~... I lost. I lost. That's right, really."

Job-changed from "Muddy" to "Wet Rat," Dick walks over with his shoulders clasped.

And look at my body as if it's serious.

"Not only did you avoid my attack completely and say it had zero bullets, but it doesn't even have a slight stain on it... You just lost, I didn't think you could even get dirty. Complete defeat."

Mr. Dick poses for you.

But 'unspoilt' is what I aimed for the moment I saw the mud, naturally in a way.

(Dirty state, after this, I won't be able to snuggle Fee for you...)

What comforts and fails to compliment my lovely little sister for sending me out to endure loneliness is so rash.

If you do poorly, it's better than falling for the exam.

"Alt-kun. Congratulations."

And Mr. Tordie smiles at me.

"The rest will depend on the results of the written exam, but now Alt-kun is also a position magician."

"Oh, thank you very much"

What I want is more of a qualification as a magician, not a rank.

But I guess Mr. Tordi is not a social dictionary, he's really congratulating me.

(But if I also made a high-pressure washer, would it be in demand? Mold and creamy oil are also beautifully moulded, are they)

Because we can handle the "power" called Demon Stone, we appreciate the wide range of things that can be made.

"Well, gentlemen, thank you for your help"

I bow my head to the civilian magicians and try to walk away.

but -.

"Please wait"

I can be stopped by one of the knights who was in the venue.

"The Marquis is here to see you. Please, come here."

More nasty stories popped in than muddy attacks or something.