The moment the former Muratti Tricolori appears at the Eisho Arena, the venue is wrapped in strange heat.

The cause of the reaction was his.

He wore a T-shirt, blue jeans and sandals as usual, but he wore a white robe with a long hem that would rub the ground, and a black brim-filled magician cap on his head. .

Should I say "magician in white coat"? From the second and Raspberry Bell, it doesn't look like a "crazy scientist".

It was unusual clothes.

At the center of the arena, Kevin is facing Murratti and has advanced to the semifinals after defeating Nill. He opens his mouth, hiding a little upset.

Motoei Sho: "I'm a good matcher."

Thank you very much. Murati tried to return, but his mouth did not move.

He has lived quietly for a long time, but hasn't had the opportunity to spur on it in the last six months. They have further polished the original communication obstacles.

That's not to say, but Kevin's off-board tactics didn't work at all.

Looking at him, Kevin gives up early.

"Is that dress, mind turning? I think there was something inspiring me." "Ah, oh, that? Something, ah, no ..."

Instead of attacking by words, attack by extracting words. Kevin's narrative seemed clever--there was one miscalculation.

He was staring at Muratti.

"Oh, I guess you're going to cut more guts, I guess, it's kind of nuhu, nu, slimy. Yeah, yeah." Well, do you say you were bullied a long time ago, yeah, don't seem to poke around there, yeah "

Yeah, yeah ... nodding out, Muratti utters a word.

"You can't win"

"...!"

If you don't do as much mental attack as you can, you won't win-Kevin couldn't understand what Muratti was trying to say.

Because Muratti was saying it too naturally.

How do you win without even going to the streets? The question that Muratti felt obediently spoke purely of the word.

At the same time, it was Murati's own puzzle. It was the first time I was born.

"... It's better to correct the habit of saying" a "each time you start talking, Mr. Muratti."

"--Thank each other! Ready!"

Off-board tactics end up in Muratti's victory. Kevin didn't even come up with a way to attack him in the end, only to imitate the teacher.

In other words, at this point, Muratti had secured his victory.

"--start!"

The referee will issue a command to start the match.

Immediately after, Kevin rushed, approaching the limits of the Ichino range.

Hit and away tactics. Kevin was aiming for this, just like in the first game. It is a tactic to win surely and safely.

"Waroreen"

Muratti, on the other hand, started singing, whispering himself to a sound that was inaudible to Kevin who stopped his foot at range.

―― 《Fire attribute ・ Ichino type》 《Wind attribute ・ Ichino type》 《Soil attribute ・ Ichino type》 《Synergy》.

"What is that ...?!?"

Kevin unconsciously makes a startling voice.

It was an unmistakable fear. It's like a grim reaper, who can never compete, suddenly appears in front of him and swings the scythe down.

In a moment, the inside of my head turns white, and the corresponding letter does not appear.

What should we do like this?

The answer is no help.

"... That!"

Slightly later, Kevin casts Water-Type Ichino.

He decided to make the fire element in a short notice.

"3 minus 1 is 2."

As Muratti said, 3-1 = 2.

Although fire attributes can be prevented, the remaining wind and earth attributes cannot.

"!?"

Down And Kevin was hit directly by two Ichino-shape ...

Why Ichino-type! ? He will be in chaos right now.

But to Muratti, this is also a natural phenomenon.

INT is too different.

At best, Kevin raises the water attribute from 1 to 5 to 9 dans, the other attributes are moderately raised, and Muratti raises all four major attributes to 9 dans from 1 to 5 ... Indeed, three There was a nearly double difference.

"Too strong ... Isn't it ..."? Okan-style

In front of Kevin who just got up from the down, Muratti who was charged with "Fire Elemental Type" and "Striker" was waiting.

Is jammed.

"--Till then! The winner, Muratti Tricolori!"

...... Only two strikes.

Less than 30 seconds have passed since the start of the match. A victory too daunting.

When you finish, you can understand for the first time.

It was a natural flow. For Kevin, it was a match that was unbeatable.

"... hahahahaha"

As soon as consciousness returned, Kevin laughed involuntarily.

It was exactly what Muratti said.

If you do not make a difference outside the board, you will not even be able to compete on the board. Before the game, Kevin was completely defeated.

Even now I notice it, it's too late.

"I guess the Ei-shou war may change into a new era." "......... ぇ ... Ah," "Muratti and the second six-headed crown will lead and open up in the future." "No, no, no. It is definitely clear that Mr. is the top, and such a degraded version is a pig of a level that is suspicious of Karasugi, so it is said that it is a little or a little fearful, so what is it? "I can't stop, but this is it." "... You're talking about him.

Eizen Challenger Decision Tournament Final, Zephyr vs. Muratti Tricolori.

Even before the start of the game, the atmosphere in the hall was quite white.

It can't be helped.

Because it is too obvious which will win.

Nobody could imagine anything other than Muratti's victory after seeing the match against Kevin.

And some asked, "Let's play the second and Muratti game soon."

"... huh ..."

Naturally, that voice was heard by Zephyr.

However, he just meditated quietly and smiled, deepening the wrinkles on his face, which had been increasing over the years.

Muratti is silent, not knowing how to call.

Zephyr replied, saying, “I care about such Muratti.

"I'll ask you for a moment"

He had already decided to face the inescapable defeat.

"..."

Muratti is suddenly noticed.

Zephyr's words, that is, advice that you do not make any adjustments.

――Troublesome.

I never had such an idea.

Now, if you think about it, how much of a second did you adjust?

“…………”

The moment I thought, the cold air caught up with Zokuri and Muratti's back.

"--Thank each other! Ready!"

Still more.

Muratti reminds himself.

A word that has been repeated over and over again.

"Duffy"

At last, a word that spills a smile.

Magic is an infinite treasure chest that unravels but unravels the bottom.

Magic is the same. A man named Second Firth Test was also so.

"--start!"

Command of start.

At the same time, Muratti casts "Wind Elemental Type" and "Battle" and Zephyr casts "Wind Elementary Type".

No matter how high Zephyr's HP / MGR is, Muratti's high INT will not be able to withstand the 《Striker》 without going down.

However, Zephyr had not prepared any other tactics than the self-destruction. No, he knew he would lose even if he took another tactic.

[Magical] and [Magic] do not win.

Not surprisingly, I realized that on the day.

"... by all means"

Zephyr's Gono type could not be cast in time, and Muratti's charge was released with sufficient charge.

Zephyr muttered, staring at the mass of wind-type magic that was approaching her.

defeat. A feeling of being abandoned, unable to adapt, unable to adapt, and left behind by the waves of a new era. The age goes on and on with him. The distance is steadily increasing. More and more, more and more, go away.

Zephyr, the first court magician. 56 years old this year. The energies to chase, the energies to eat, are no longer ...

"--Till then! The winner, Muratti Tricolori!"

blow.

A man who had never knew how to do so was still unable to do so.

And I didn't even think about trying.

He doesn't care if he wins or loses.

You just have to work hard enough to thank the second.

More than anything else, he was fun and enjoyable now.

Every day to narrow down the conditions for learning magic. Days of trial and error to learn. The days of research pickling after learning.

As if a new element had been updated to a game I loved, I was tired of it every day and kept engrossing my heart.

It is still so.

Not yet. He is not yet satisfied.

And I don't know yet.

The abyss of magic is like this ... the abyss of magic.

"Let's do it"

That's what this guy will tell you.

The 466th Eisho Second Firth Test-.