Running Away From The Hero!

# 5 Their Reason: The Reason of the Future Warrior

Silver rain in the night sky.

But it's just a reflection in the moonlight.

Reality is a lump of ice shot down at high altitudes.

A cursed bombardment that destroys everything on earth, and a tactic by the devil that sent roughly two legions to hell in the last war.

But this moment was just the setting for a beautiful dance son-in-law.

The user passes through the bombardment in a light step.

The ruthless destruction that descends after that step.

However, there was no bombing of the small body.

One more step, one more step.

The path to becoming a lump of meat that cannot be recognized by even the smallest misses.

However, the girl in front of him was walking with a smile.

Everyone breathed.

I can no longer hear the shouting and groaning of a moment ago. All I hear is the sound of the destruction of the silver rain from the air.

How long has it been?

“Crazy.”

With someone's swearing words, she went through a silver slur like that nightmare.

And I crossed the bombardment lightly and grabbed my fist, sitting on the ground dazed, looking at a small back touching something.

I know who she is.

The exact opposite rank.

If it was me in the first place, it was him in the last place, 1000.

Until now, it did not mean much that it was issue 1.

No, I honestly thought it was obvious.

Although he came here as an offering to fight in sequence, he is the son of the Grand Duke of the Reina, called the pillar of the empire, and has been trained by outstanding knights since the age of five.

I have always trained myself according to my father's words that I should be the best in the empire, and I did not think I would lose to anyone my age.

But now I feel so pathetic and ashamed of myself.

I knew too well what that silver rain was as part of the Empire.

A six-year battle in which seven empires and kingdoms mobilized their own empires and countries to follow them.

In the battle that began when he was born, the empire was a winner, and that tactic was a great help to that victory. That's why I was afraid.

Only the Imperial Army could use this tactic, but only in an evil organization.

That's a fake.

This is not a tactic used by the Imperial Army.

Just imitate.

Not just a high-tech trick by the Imperial Army.

That, I didn't realize. It's just fear.

As soon as he realizes it, he runs with his sword.

“You want to die?! ”

A sharp shout.

He's probably the one who's been taking care of the kids in the first place.

A good-looking guy who noticed the identity of that umbrella.

But he didn't notice because of the sled of eyes either.

One more, one more.

Stepping forward, knocking on the ground.

I will shatter myself just a little, but I can't stop my steps.

How long has it been?

It seemed like a very long time, and it seemed like a very short moment, and an hour later, I was able to arrive at the instructor's seat in room 1000.

1,000 lakes sitting on a small rock and eating something.

The sound of the gunfire coming from behind my back, as if it didn't matter to me in front of my eyes, approached me right in front of the ignorant 1000, raising my head slightly and looking up at me with those ignorant eyes.

“Now, I won't lose. ”

Strongly, to the opponent. No, I tell myself.

Issues 1 and 1000 do not matter. The number at the lower training center must end with the lower training center.

People are always moving forward.

So let's face it.

The one ahead is now ahead of me and his rival.

And on this day, I was able to learn not to give up anything.

… Ah, except one.

# 6 Their cause: Leah El Nermia

“Is this possible? ”

“It's just a rumor, but isn't it a big deal? ”

This is crazy...

I couldn't help but sigh as I heard the loud noises around me.

Why would I go through all this trouble in a place like this?

The Karean Empire is called the continent's strongest nation, even if it looks like this.

Nine out of ten would say Earl Nermia, and I would be the next in line if I told them to say the best magic family in the Karean Empire.

There's only one reason I joined this Howling organization.

This Howling is because there could be a weaver and a later swordsman in the family that was stolen from the family.

One day, when my grandfather, who is the previous owner and now the owner of the house, abandoned all rights to the house and lived as a horse tower, came into the family after three years.

And when the old man stole his father's signature from him with a frightening look on his face.

The family was able to notice at that time that the seal was not an actual, elaborately crafted fake, and many investigations later revealed that the latter part of the family's sword had also disappeared.

The Nermia family is a nation-state family born at the start of the empire and a magical mastermind who has emitted many wizards and Mages to date.

Those skills were the same as those of the Mages, and they weren't a big deal.

No, nowadays, the method of cultivating Madosa developed by the imperial court is more effective, so it is considered to have been totally President. Honestly, it doesn't really matter if it's gone.

But weavers are different.

All the work of the household is ultimately the responsibility of the household, and the representation of the household is the job of the household.

A weaver is a diplomatic symbol of the family and the history of the family. If it becomes known that the weaver who has seen so much work so far has been fake for so long, it will not end up being a disgrace to the family.

If you know this elsewhere, and you really are eager to run, then all contracts that have been used by the official up until now may be void.

Thanks to this, all the immediate family members who knew about this work traveled informally to find this seal, of which I chose to infiltrate Howling, a malicious organization with the highest probability of having it.

Even though it was so dangerous, I decided to take my life to raise my right to speak because it was not unusual to just go to an old nobleman's concubine because I was married or unlucky to a member of a prominent family.

According to the family's information network, Howling was sold to slavers who often seek out members of the organization, and then he entered the organization safely, and it was not a big deal until he learned his education as a junior trainee.

No, because there was such a basic training, I was able to make it to the top of the 17th.

But...

‘I'll just get engaged to a suitable nobleman's daughter...’

Watching the silver rain pouring down on my eyes, I cursed myself for giving me a glimpse of the past.

What's that supposed to mean?

The greatest magical family in the empire, the Nermia family, and all the horses on the continent, are the worst high-altitude bombing magic that anyone who works magic has ever seen!

Even when we looked at what was thrown as an umbrella, we found out that it was an Imperial product that was studied by the family.

An enchanted canopy defense staff that effectively expands the basic magical barrier, adds physical defense to the barrier, prepares it for high-altitude bombardments, and touches the magical barrier itself to reduce the acceleration of objects, slowing down objects.

But there's no way that magic can be used to throw it to people who are four years old and trained in the fundamental things that they learn.

Whether the instructor is trying to kill us or not, unlike what the family has learned, the level of bombardment is extremely inexplicable.

Perhaps the only way to intercept an attack is to combine the magical powers of the whole with half defensive, and the other half defensively weakened.

When I think about it, I'm thinking about how to organize people.

What is it?

A small step forward towards the bombardment.

No matter how absurd the ritual is, it is instant.

Whether it's to frustrate us or to foster cooperation, the obvious thing is not meant to go in like that.

"What?"

But nothing stands in the way of the lighter steps of bombardment.

It's not like the Mages in the sky are evading us.

The only disadvantage of that cannon is that it's out of control.

A simple bombardment that simply falls down at an infinite rate at the point of launch due to the acceleration of objects at high altitudes.

If you can control the bombardment, it sounds more realistic to call it a dragon than a human.

If so, do we avoid them? That doesn't make any sense.

No, I avoid it whirling around from time to time whether I'm dancing in the beginning, but I'm basically going in a straight line. Eyes front. They don't even look into the air.

It's almost the realm of prophecy. A single step later will lead to bombardment.

But it doesn't get in the way. A bomb drops next to a piece of paper, but you can't hurt the little girl.

Just dazed. I can see the little girl coming out of the bombing.

Is that even possible? ’

Possible. I saw it right in front of my eyes. It's an undeniable fact.

‘Can I do it? ’

Impossible. Although his physical abilities are not diminished, they are far beyond the realm of physical abilities.

I'm not a fool to risk my life for nothing.

“What is it?”

“Can we just get through? ”

The voice of a commotion is heard from everywhere.

Honestly, I was wondering if the bombing was actually a hallucination.

I wondered if they weren't just afraid of hallucinations.

But in conclusion, that's not an illusion.].

It was then.

“You want to die?! ”

In a situation where everyone was embarrassed, someone ran forward.

A familiar blonde's back. Number one, which was overwhelmingly kept 1st in the junior training center.

But no matter how much I do it, I can do it...

“You do?”

Not the same. If the former was a step out for a stroll with a light heart, the latter is the same as a lion rushing towards its goal.

But the results are getting the same.

The attack is heavy, threatened, but the bombing is untouchable.

And looking at the arrivals of Issues 1 and 1000, it is now a reality to hear the voices of the surrounding turbulence.

One person is a miracle, but two people make me think I can do it too.

Oh, this is so crazy!

I worked hard on the crew! I don't know about 1000, but Number 1 thought it was a major group, and I had to take it all out.

And even those who want to try it!

I'd just like to ask you to die once, but any power outage would be a loss to me.

So let's teach him a lesson.

“Crazy bastards. Watch this. ”

He makes the children notice with a slightly neurotic voice, then lifts one of the heavy rocks up with his magical power.

Roughly twice the size of my head.

“This is your head. ”

Slightly heavy, but forcefully throws the Pokémon towards the place where the bombing strikes.

Luckily, I flew a little farther and arrived at the expected point.

Bang!

Small but heavy sound.

Boom!

Then he pointed his finger at the shattered rock in the bombing.

“Come on, he's tougher than that rock. Go out and get him.”

Children who face reality keep their mouths shut. Better than noisy.

“If there is no Head Master that can inject magic, listen to me. ”

After waiting for everyone's gaze to converge, you raise the staff in your hand.

“Fools who don't want to go back to the training camp raise umbrellas. Should we avoid the rain?”

All right, let's do it. Not like those two idiots, but let's risk our lives.