Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

Speaking of which, it's fast, but if it's that fast, it's the opposite.

A wall newspaper was posted on the back alley of the aisle from the room to the practice area that the Estomaon of the Magic School Fireballs liked about me.

It's been less than three days since the game, but the brush is fast.

After that game of great defeat, Sergeant Ease and I were not scolded, of course, by former Major Sleira, and were only told the next day of the climb.

We went straight to the tavern, judging by the irrationality and remorse that we could not sleep very well even if we went back to the room.

Tashiba and Mum also drank a lot of bitter wine and vowed victory on the next board.

The next day, yesterday, I had a hangover and didn't get much practice... so I vowed to stop drinking until I was able to keep the game down without losing points.

I mean, from today.

Starting today, we are going to start a serious special training.

"Frankly, Tashiba, what's not enough for me?"

The other athletes were running and playing catch balls, and the four of us had a meeting before the practice started.

I wonder if it's a match ~

What kind of game is that?

"What do you mean, Robos-sama's throwing is too straightforward.The pitch has to go behind them. "

Hmph

"We need to get a good look at what track the ball is on and throw it into the wrong place.The opponents are like people who will throw back even your wife's magic ball, so the speed of the ball alone is very... "

Ma'am...?

Oh, Major Sleira.

Well, the only thing that matters to them is Sawadi Sleira.

"No, no, this hurts my ear, that's not just the Second Lieutenant's problem.Because the ball comes where I put the mitt, I have to be the main player and use my head. "

Sergeant Ease, who was listening to Tashiba next to me, scratched his long hair with a bitter smile and said so.

"Sergeant, I don't know about you... but we're losers. Call me by my name."

"Lord Roboss, I'm sure you'll find me easy."

Ah.

I took the cigarette box out of my butt pocket and turned it towards Ease.

Take one piece at a time and set it on fire with magic.

It's bitter smoke, the incense of defeat.

Until that humiliating day, I will refuse alcohol as well as tobacco.

A hot wind blew through between us standing in the middle of the practice area, and the smoke they exhaled melted into clear weather so that it could be rolled up.

"Anyway, the important thing is to bewitch the batter.Let's start with special training so you can throw spheres at various speeds! "

"That would have been easy! Just let the wind blow from the front and slow it down!"

The home-based person answers Tashiba as he slowly throws the ball toward Ease, where Mum teaches him to stand up for the mitt.

I am confident in fine wind handling.

She shook her head sideways to me with her chest up.

"That's not a good place for a demon ball.The Nobility League isn't sweet enough to win with a magic ball.The Magic School Fireballs were all wizards, but they were mostly mixed with civilians on every team. "

"Civilians...? Well... you couldn't throw a magic ball when the three of you -- pitcher, catcher and batter -- weren't wizards."

"That's right, a pitcher who relies on magic balls will get hit like that...."

Receive the ball returned from Ease with a glove and throw it back slowly and carefully.

I'm not just throwing it for a while.

We are practicing to ensure accurate throwing into various courses.

"Your wife is also very strong against the noble opponent, and even if you throw it normally, it's quick... you'll get hit quite a bit by a civilian batter. And...."

Tashiba somehow looked at me with a flicker.

Say it.

I'd better think of another way to change the trajectory with Robos-sama's wind

What!?

What do you mean by that?

I received the ball that came back from Ease and stared at Tashiba.

She pinned her left index finger and fanned it with her right hand to send the wind to it.

"The batter is also in the wind, so I know the direction of the bend...."

"Ah...."

I didn't notice at all.....

Apparently, the problem is really piled up.

Throwing in is important, but research is also important.

Tashiba and I started going to the baseball field with a break between our special training sessions.

I don't know if I think I'm soothing my baseball fatigue with baseball, but I wanted knowledge now anyway.

"How about that pitcher? Is it strong?"

"He's the pitcher of the connection, the one who throws while the main force is resting."

Is there a connection or something like that?

Sure, pitchers use physical strength, but there are places where their spirits become less polished.

I must have been thrown more calmly that day if I'd been able to change before things started to go bad.

"I see... from the outside, so do I."

Hehe, that's what you can see from the inside.

"He's starting to say nasty things."

"If it's about baseball, it's Robos-sama who ordered me to say anything."

"Hmph, you don't have to blame me."

I know, but I get a little angry when people say it in their mouths.

"Besides, please take a closer look at his work.He's good at connecting. "

"It's all connected, isn't it?Are you good at it? "

Tashiba nodded to me with her index fingers pointing at the pitcher and the defense.

"Yes, he didn't really aim for three shocks from the beginning.We need to focus on not being hit hard, and we need to work with defense to take down the batter. "

"Defense and cooperation....."

"Whether it's a shock or a defense, it's out."

Indeed, I still don't have the strength to do three shocks on my own.

If you think so, it is those athletes who should be referred to in order to win.

"So, what kind of sphere doesn't get hit big?"

"Lower spheres are said to be hard to hit.Everyone knows that a low ball (outlaw) away from the batter rarely becomes a home run, but it's hard to throw. "

"I see... oh!"

Not because we were talking here, but the pitcher just threw the ball into the course as Tashiba said.

The ball, which was thrown the farthest from the point where the batter held the bat by hand, was thrown high with a squeaky swing... and sucked into the audience seat.

"Hey, it's a real baseball game...."

"Hmm, that's why baseball is so hard... have you been studying?"

She said that with her arms folded, her neck tilted and a bitter smile, and I stuck her shoulder slightly at the tip of her elbow.

Suddenly Tashiba brought a familiar bird tribe to the practice area while he was spending those days.

Blonde bird tribe, maybe one of Sawadi Sleira's hearts.....

What the hell are you doing here?

"Both of you are here today from Scorpions."

"Doctor?"

"Which teacher?"

"It's the pitcher. This is Bongo, the strongest pitcher in the Civilian League."

"...... well...... also......"

The woman with her head down is gorgeous and small.

To be honest, the word strongest looked completely unusual.

"For now, I'll throw it, and you'll see."

"Mr. Bongo, are you ready?"

"... uhh... nh..."

She stares diagonally behind her as she takes a pitching stance against Ease, who is lowering her mitt.

Pan! and the sound will ring.

The ball, which was thrown over without saying anything, made a pleasant noise and fell into Ease's mitt.

It's really fast, but... is that all?

"...... Mi...... giggle......"

The next ball she threw flowed sharply from left to right to fit in the mitt.

"...... Hida...... Ri......"

This time from right to left.

Whenever she declared the direction, the ball bent in that direction from anywhere, and even if Ease stopped moving Mitt at all from the middle, it was definitely in the middle.

"What kind of entanglement is this...?"

"... or... ah..."

"Is that so...?"

"Mr. Bongo, I think he said spin."

"... so..."

Rotation or... rotation at hand?

"But it's amazing... now it's like..."

"Like magic?" That's what they call you, Mr. Bongo.The Bongo of The Wizard. "

"Magician...? Are you sure? How to call it."

"Well, there are two common names because it's a bird race...."

Honestly, if it's not a subrace, it's two names that might make noise more problematic....

But the skill of the magician is not easy to teach.

"Please tell me the magic ball that doesn't use that magic!"

"... I... I..."

It was difficult to learn from her without knowing what she was saying, but it was done at her convenience with the help of the cats and horses who were called as interpreters along the way.

My balls grew all at once as a result of my teachings, and Ease made assembly easier.

While such a good wind was blowing, a second match took place for us.

The opponent of the match is the top team in the Nobility League and the purpose of this assignment is the Zarkud Stream Baseball Club.

"You've got a new pitcher, soften your hands."

Prior to the match, it was Remy Zarqud, the swordsman of Zarqud's lineage, who looked at us in a provocative way.

It seems that Sleira's princess is no match for her.

I don't know why, but Laura Sleira was the first pitcher of the day.

"Is there anything we can do today?"

"That's an amazing word."

After the start of the match, even three shakes of mountain were piled up, and most hitters already seemed to have given up shaking from the beginning.

Of course, Sleira's princess threw a ball of speed that broke the bat, because if she got hurt and resounded in the game afterwards, she wouldn't have a son.

However, monsters that properly knocked back such a demon ball also existed in the Nobility League.....

One of them is her nephew, Rymey Zarqud.

Rhymy Zarqud's shaken bat is Bucky!!He made an incredible noise and carried the ball to the audience seat.

I was half-hearted to hear Tashiba say that any ball would fly forward if hit with the true core of the bat, but apparently it was true.

The tummy of the abandoned bat was in the shape of a ball, making the princess feel the incredible speed of the ball.

"Uhhh!!"

"Wow!!"

"I knew Zarkud was awesome!!"

The audience is also thriving.

I apologize to the princess for staring at Reimi Zarqud loosely around the base, but this is unspecified.

If she could seal everything up by herself in the first place, we wouldn't be surrounded by this mission.

The rest of the batters were taken care of by the princess, but it must have become physically painful to keep throwing all the time.

The pitcher shift was passed, and our second appearance began six times behind.

"Lord Roboss, it seems that the opponent's team can use a magic ball on everyone, but what do we do?"

"Today, let's just have a magic ball without magic. The wind ball is still incomplete."

"Okay."

After a very short operation meeting, I left Ease and stood on the mount.

The enemy looks like a swordsman with a swordsmanship and a bat like a sword.

Ease set up the mitt at a low location away from the batter (Outlaw).

I held the sphere with a changing grip from left to right and threw it in with my whole body.

Bakkang! The pleasure sounds.

As a matter of course, the swordsman who knocked back my first ball ran to the first base with an empty face.

Haah, sighs out of your mouth.

It should be short from the side, but it was a long and painful time for us to start working.

Summer heat has passed a long time, and lately chilly days have increased in the morning.

Most of the visitors to the stadium also seem to be wearing long sleeves.

The city was obviously talking about harvest festivals and games, and the White Beams were often unable to come to practice in preparation for harvest festivals.

Most of the Regiment members are civilians, unlike me, who are responsible.

With a little envy of that ease, I took my feet to the stadium today to look for clues from other people's pitches.

Recently, you've been down to three loss points.

"Well, I've lost three points."

"I lost 33 points at first, so it's amazing."

Stop talking about the Fireballs.

It has been a while since that humiliating defeat, and recently our batteries have been able to contain the enemy's lines considerably.

Though I have tried a lot, the development of the magic ball is still not going well, but I think I've got a match for that.

They're no longer flying as far away as they used to be.

Just a little more, just a little more.

As long as it's a game of decision....

With that in mind, I looked at the pitcher to pray.

"Robos-sama, would you like a hot dog?"

"Oh, and Coke."

When she takes the change out of her pocket and gives it to Tashiba, she runs to the shop with joy.

Easy guy, I'm sure there's nothing to grieve about in the future.

Before I finish this league in the winter, if I don't win at least one round against Zarqud, I'll lose my face.....

Imagine the strange face of your boss when you went to the report, and you somehow feel heavy.

I wish he'd get married and become round, but maybe he's not like that....

I looked in my chest pocket thinking about smoking, and I remembered that I had quit smoking.

After all the alcohol and tobacco, it's finally a life of no pleasure.

When this mission is over, I'll have a family like my boss.

Well, that's what I'm talking about once the mission is over.

The sound of the trumpet sounded by the support group in the guest seat was bouncing like a bang on my round back.

"Can you drop something?"

"Ah? No, nothing."

When I raised my face, Tashiba, who was holding Coke and a hot dog in both hands, looked at me with a neat expression.

I can't show him anything bad.

"Hot dog"

Ah.

Receive bread with your spine stretched and your intestines pinched.

This is an oddly cheap meat dish that can be easily eaten in this city, and it is a famous dish that is familiar to everyone.

Coke!

Oops!

Tashiba slipped his hand and poured Coke down my body.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Oh, no, it's okay."

I wrap the wind around my hands and blow the coke on my clothes to my feet.

I'm glad I wasn't wearing a uniform.

I wish it was dirty, but the brown stains are a little...

"Um, that's..."

"What is it?"

Looking at Tashiba with the wind on her clothes, she pointed at me with her eyes rounded.

If you have time to do that, I need you to help me clean it up....

"Is that... a magic ball?"

"What happened?"

"The one with the wind coming out of his hand."

"It's not the wind coming out of my hand, it's just gathering wind around my hand...."

"What if we gather the wind around the ball?"

"What do you mean...?"

Tashiba grabbed my hand as it was blowing the wind and circled around.

"This is going to spin! Bongo said so!Rotation is important! "

"Well, the wind spins the ball!"

Sooooooo!

Tashiba and I glanced at each other for a moment and ran to the exit of the stadium.

I immediately wanted to see what I had just come up with and ran blindly without worrying about the brown wet shirt and the gaze from around me.

He jumped over an unmanned bench, ran through the side of the sleeping cat, and ran towards the practice area.

On the way, I noticed that they were both holding hot dogs carefully, and it was senseless, and I ran with a laugh.

The cool autumn wind was pushing our backs as we ran.