Mushoku no Eiyuu ~Betsu ni Skill Nanka Iranakattan daga~

"Teacher," There's a test site here! "

"Yes."

I was led by the kite and headed to the venue.

It seems to be an outdoor training ground.

There were already boys and girls who seemed to be admission applicants.

The entrance exam is said to take place at this time every year for several days.

It was just that period, and that's why I came to this city accordingly.

Although it could have been slower due to the weather, it would have arrived sooner than expected, so it could be easier to take the exam.

Well, I guess the weather wasn't good enough.

"If you are an examinee, please fill out the reception form here."

Upon entering the hall, a woman who seemed to be a staff member was called on to do so.

In accordance with that, I wrote the necessary items on the paper and handed it.

"Um, Allel. I'm from the town of Cainz. My profession ... eh?

"No, no mistake. I'm unemployed."

"In other words, I didn't write any skills ..."

"I don't have anything."

"..."

The staff woman was silent.

HM.

Did it develop exactly as I expected?

In this case, I can not take the exam, I pay in front of the gate-

"Then, the exam number will be twelve, so please wait until you are called."

Hmm?

"Are you good?"

"I have the right to take the exam in any profession ..."

Apparently it seems good.

I was saved.

If I didn't get the eligibility to take the exam, I was going to go directly to the top for a direct consultation, but that seemed to save me the hassle.

The kite seems to have completed the reception and is coming here.

"Now, Master! Let's go!"

"Ah"

"Even if you're a teacher, you're going to be exempt from exams."

I'm a little worried about what his staff would look like when he heard the statement.

The test was very simple.

It casts magic at a target a few dozen meters away, like a metal doll, and hits it.

You will probably see the magical power, accuracy, and time to trigger.

The numbers are called one by one in turn, and the examinees activate the magic.

Naturally, everyone is a red magic school because it is a school for learning red magic.

Most of them are fireballs, but some call them firelances, which use a spell-like magic.

But the doll used for that purpose is not just metal.

It's been completely intact, despite being fired several times since.

Iron and copper should melt a little.

Maybe it's made of mithril or something.

"Then next. Examination number, 10th."

The number before me.

A boy appears as a middle-aged man who seems to be an examiner.

"Hey. At that age," Mage? "

He mumbled as if he was impressed while confirming that the completed form was given to the examiner.

"Mage" is a [advanced job].

Probably that boy was given it in the first blessing.

Of course it is quite unusual.

"... Not at all. It's too easy for me to take such an exam like cheating a child."

The boy, who looks young and elegant, vomits somehow uneasy and uneasy.

They wear high-quality clothes that are hard to reach for ordinary people, and they may be noble children.

He asked the examiner.

"Is it okay to break that doll with my flame?"

"Oh, no problem"

"That sounds a little rewarding."

The kite said unpleasantly beside me.

"Teacher, some cheeky guy, that guy."

"I don't think you can say that."

The Mage boy holds his hand toward the target.

"I'm burned, Iraption!"

A giant fire pillar, like a poke of heaven, stood around the doll.

The skin is roasted by the hot wind that has been rushed in for a moment, and a large amount of sparks fall down.

The red spell, reminiscent of a volcanic eruption, was a power that set it apart from those used by past students.

"Suh, great ..."

"That's" Mage "..."

"Are you really the same student as us ...?"

The kite had rounded eyes beside me,

"Yeah, it looks like it's going to work, but my teacher is much better!"

Why are you proud?

"Well, Master?"

I heard the words of the kite, and the young boy came over here.

"I can't ask now. Are the teachers and stuff there more than me?"

"That's right!"

Kite responds.

"Haha, indeed, a commoner, making funny jokes that we no longer understand.

"What?"

He seemed to be noble.

But the kite is not afraid of knowing it, and on the contrary, is almost ready to hit.

"Hey, calm down."

"Teacher ..."

"It seems that the teacher and the guy still seem to have a decent head. It seems they know the difference in ability between me and me. It's not as good as Master. ''

"No, the target remains the same."

"What, what are you talking about? I should be able to endure my irritation-- !?"

The boy snorted at my point, but took a breath as if by himself.

The doll stood there with no change.

"That's not just metal. It's probably mythril."