Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

The atmosphere of a sumptuous dinner was not good, to be honest. It was a viking system and should have drummed its tongue on a variety of dishes consisting of how many varieties. But the food the athletes carry in their mouths reminds them of the amount of nourishment they will be preparing for tomorrow.

Also gathered in a corner, the upper classmates' table creates even more gloomy air. He even tended to hesitate to put his hands on it and looked down like a life-saving wreck.

Exactly right. They must be losers. I don't have to wonder why I'd be so depressed by now, but I guess I've been preparing until today and the defeat of the first war has taken root and scratched their hard work and significance.

Ars concludes that the mood of the Second Magic Academy members, whether winners or losers, is not fragrant. Loss of morale enough to say it sucks in the outside world. Even if this was only an understatement, I don't feel like stepping into the monstrous world.

Still, is the only salvation at the table of freshmen who are junior classmates? This leaves room for what can be called good results. Immediately after returning to the hotel, a countermeasures meeting was held.

So I was first asked about the announcement about today's grades, but they had already anticipated the general results, and the look on my face after I heard it is even more discouraging.

First, there were nine freshmen who decorated the first battle with white stars. I can say that I was lucky to subtract Alice to Ars, Loki and Tesfir for what can be described as this anomaly.

The sophomore grades were as good as five, but the estimates were unexpected that a player who thought he could still win until more than three games was defeated, but the fix would be possible.

The problem is the third grader, who is the most advanced student. This ended up with two wins and a lapse not far behind the five initially planned. Because of that, it creates bad air today. Initially, third graders were called in as training periods, such as army training, which was one of the reasons why they were unable to secure the players they had planned.

Alpha's overall score is currently third out of seven countries and slips poorly.

The problem is the # 1 Magic Academy. The biggest difficulty in rubbing your mind is still ongoing, and it is this tournament that cannot be undone. I can't afford to be stepping back.

"Hey, what are you gonna do, that?"

So I just glance at Ars as ridiculous as the tip Tesfir sneezes and shows, but I can't say that either, so I'm constantly distressed. If we go outside, we'll make a deal.

To be honest, there's no word to hang on the loser, let alone not even watch the game.

"Why don't you guys go get in a good mood?

"I guess that backstrokes the nerves the other way around."

"Is that what this is about? If you give two beautiful girls a chance, they'll be better than they were before you lost...? Juice, though."

Tesfir and Alice, sitting face to face, look back.

When his eyes met, he missed his gaze and seemed red on his thin cheeks.

Ars carrying meat dishes into his mouth as if nothing had happened. Though Loki seems to be rattling the fork.

I don't try to open my mouth, but instead I don't seem to be going to carry another dish.

"Well, you can't even call me a pretty girl."

"Let's at least be modest there, Fia. I'm embarrassed, too."

This one gets subtle air here, but Ars hasn't lied.

I'm not confident in my aesthetic eyes, but I just understand very well that the gaze of a male student is right for me. That's why I just called her a pretty girl.

You don't have to do that anymore.

Now it was Ars' turn to sneeze.

If we all get half-hearted and peek, there's a sight there that the leader deserves. There was a look of Ferrinella - though not exaggerated - speaking to each and every one of them.

I know just fine.

Information gathering is fundamental. Those who neglect can be taken for granted by defeat.

Perhaps the Games envisage a real battle because of the weight placed on these occasions. In other words, can the college representatives be seen as troops and not arbitrarily ahead of each other, and see the whole thing? A similar skill is also required for captains who carry it up. Sometimes it's a truncating choice, the best choice for winning. I guess it would be ideal for the crew to understand and spoil it and undertake it. Perhaps this is a simulation exercise of the lesson that those who run to self-interest will have an impact on the whole thing.

Instead of the individual skill of how to defeat demons, let them explore and execute their occasional best. If it wasn't accompanied by power, we wouldn't be talking about it.

Ars realized late that there was an aspect of the Code of Conduct in the outside world, not the practice of defeating demons.

(That doesn't change what I do. Besides, it could compromise the significance of what I said)

Later he substituted his will to shut up to leave it to him to carry the dish to his mouth.

It is not divided by table, but inevitably it will be a sense of fellowship every school year, also because, in the case of freshman year, the Ars sat in a consolidated line.

For the first time in the tournament, nine junior classmates had entered and soothing air wrapped the table. I certainly don't think it's premature to be happy when I think about winning, but I was able to win a tournament that the rest of the world would watch out for, and I don't know if my mouth would be lighter without worrying about the outside world.

Tomorrow, you must be satisfied and spoiled trying to defeat in the second round. The only male student who loses doesn't seem to have pulled off the defeat either.

"If I had won, I would have been perfect for a year," he said, lightly checking and just tongue-in-cheek.

And the topic turns to one boy, naturally. I guess someone was waiting to turn off the tantrum because there was always a face that was not just a coincidence but a disconnect.

"Ars, I didn't see your game, do you really mean five seconds? Loki said 13 seconds."

Ars worries about how he answered Ciel, the topic provider on this occasion. From where I keep the fork. Oh, I don't think so.

I can see a few good freshmen listening to everything that sits at the table.

"It's a magic battle, preemptive attack would be the usual means. Not to mention I'm a freshman, and I figured I'd rather set it up at the same time as the start than peek at how to get out. I didn't think you'd get one shot, but you got lucky."

There is no one here who can slap a light mouth about what luck is, etc. Sure, the upper classmates had a harsh game since the first game, but I can also tell you that the first grade level is lower than that...... couldn't have been.

We're a similar freshman ourselves, and no matter which combination we're assigned to, it doesn't make enough difference to prevail. Because, at least, colleges in other countries should be selecting outstanding students within their schools.

Most of those on this occasion had stopped their hands from surprise.

You haven't seen Ars train in the shortest possible victory, so strength is unknown. Rumor has a tail on it. You're actually strong, aren't you? to that extent. Regardless of the Loki at the top of the school year, it would be most powerful that it is the strength of Tesfir and Alice-like.

Those who do not have a mouth to respond to even when they receive such a difficult response. So the topic went on to say that Ars, who has an unknown power by Loki taking over, was once driven into the corner.

Is that because he is a strong man who follows Felinera if only in the rank of Loki?

"That's what I look like, too. I hit the magic I unleashed with restraint, and I was watching, and I fell."

The cup was tilted all the time without Loki, who had ordered tea.

That's the clear answer to understanding my differences in strength. I'm sure the majority of people want to give Loki a lot of professors such as questions, but nothing opens their mouths lightly.

I don't think I've had my hands on the plate for a long time if I noticed.

Even Ciel, who shook the story, couldn't spare a bitter laugh. Only three people without any emotions are moving their hands.

"But as Senior Ferri said, didn't the estimates go pretty crazy?

"I guess. I don't want to think it's too irrevocable to win."

The concerns of top performers Alice and Tesfir propagated to the players on the spot, causing unbearable suffering because they beat the detour.

"Idiot, if you want to see only the first day, it's minor."

Even then, the glittering gaze slides to Ars. The light of the eye contains something radiant that I would like to hear in detail. After all, the first time I went up with rumors of a man named Ars was on the first day I had to go back to school to show off my face-loser knowledge of the faculty.

Tesfir also had a sense of surprise, or it seemed to have been completely denied and made a fuzzy surface.

Ars only slightly opens his mouth to the front to block Loki's crisp flow - needless to say he was a snake.

"Initially, freshman year was a calculation that went up by about five, so if it's +4, there's no error in the calculation of points. But the more you win, the more companionship you can have, and given the fact that there are four players who can compete in the main game, the impact of the previous defeat is huge. I mean, we just have to be able to maintain this number tomorrow, and the three of us are in the main battle. Later... you must be Senior Ferri"

Ars points the spear toward the nearest person.

Felinella seemed to be turning around the table in turn, so the next year was the first year she scored well.

"What? Mr. Ars," to the question my name came up. "Hmm?" Felinella tilting her little neck in such a condition.

"No, I'm talking about sophomore hurdles going up."

"That's right, you want a guaranteed win in some grade!

Those delightful eyes shot through Ars' eyes.

Ars replied in silence, but that's a concern that's not affirmative (maybe we should have told him we couldn't get out on the way). Well, we're talking about possibilities, but if you were absent before this war, you'd be hopeless.

I guess he took that as an affirmation. Ferrinella raised her gaze and put all the freshmen in sight.

"Good luck today. I'm honestly surprised at the better than I expected. And this must have been because of everyone's unrelenting efforts."

It would also be because Ferrinella turns into a relaxed look as illuminated. I know very well that nature and stretching your spine are not nervous. The expression is the soft one, but there I felt my intentions for tomorrow.

Ars turns back to ignoring his labor.

"Isn't it most realistic that Senior Ferri will win?

"What do you think? It's not that easy, but of course I'm going to win."

I don't know about Ars, but the winner of the last year of the tournament was Felinera. It would have sounded humble from those who knew it. But this is why it's so difficult to win streak at times like this, because other colleges take measures. It's not hard to imagine being a winner again now. Then it is also possible to make a selection against the wind, which is a Felinera lineage.

"And there's Illumina, and you'll be fine"

Ars had no idea of a name he had never heard of and could not respond immediately. Exactly who in front of you? I can't ask.

That worry was allayed by Felinella.

Ars recalls "ahhh" to the phrase "he's subleader of the team". She's a serious looking female student who always wrinkled between her eyebrows beside Felinella. Appearance is an intelligent impression.

The Illumina senior was lonely and eating when he looked over. It would be Ferrinella's seat because the next door is empty. It looks thin and they're going to tell me I should eat more.

But Ars retreats to the mountain Ri products on the plate.

And the moment I carried it to my mouth loosened without the shadow of an intelligent firm look on my face. Then I set my posture right in an attempt to set aside a beat and not see it as a switch that wrinkles between my eyebrows again.

"She's used to fighting with that," he says, "Me and her are thick in the main battle," with a voice that only Ars can hear. The moment I say it, I put it down for a beat and then for some reason the correction goes in. "I'll do my best to stay," he said.

Reflectively "Oh, yeah," he hammers.

I guess it still means freshman year that dictates the win. Yet it becomes important not to let the boundaries of the 1st Magic Academy be carried to the main battle. As such, I want to avoid defeat in the game with the 1st Magic Academy.

While anticipating such a future development, Ars saw the remaining facets of chills and childhood. Not that I've crawled up with strength. I can't predict how Face will fall, but those who Ars coached will be nowhere near competing unless they win at least.

Moderately stomachy athletes turn back to their rooms after finishing their meals. The face of the loser has already been switched by Ferrinella and the footsteps are light.

Like finding another battlefield, not a hero, not a heroine, blossoming as a sidekick, the eyes of those already looked beyond tomorrow.

Ars also finished his meal at places like the eighth minute of his belly. It's not like the fine dishes didn't suit my tongue, but I'm not satisfied. I guess that's why I got this line on my mouth.

"I knew you'd prefer Loki's cooking," she grinned like Loki had blossomed all the time.

"Then I'll rent the kitchen from tomorrow and just prepare something else for Al!

My intentions turned in a strange direction. Make it stop in a hurry.

It's obvious that if you let an athlete do that, you can see it with white eyes. I just don't have that much courage with Ars even though he doesn't care about the outside world, and I'm even willing to stay away from the win to sharpen my awareness straight to the tournament.

This is because it is also the home of Ars.

"And you don't know what it is."

"Tomorrow he's a player with a proven pedigree and combined, but you might want to fly him from the beginning without alarm."

Those two voices arrive from behind.

Especially since I have nothing to say from Ars, I shut my mouth and looked down from upstairs to the front desk, "That's a lot of magicians for yaki" and so on.

But I immediately think of it. I have certainly heard that Alpha's history is secured for a stay on this top floor. Together, Cicernia, Beric, and Letty could be staying.

I don't want to think two of the highest ranks are just staying, but I can also say that it's the safest place to be than Ars is.

(If I were you, I wouldn't want to bowl it together)

Exactly. It's likely it's already up on another route to avoid confusion, but if we're just going to meet, we're going to create a tannic surface.

(What a smart choice to avoid the trouble of not touching God,)

See you tomorrow.

Up the stairs, Ars immediately returns to his room. He was an unsatisfactory voice because he was being caught in various thought mazes. It also has the same clutter that only released the voice.

"Al, do you want tea in the room? I'm glad I brought you a spare."

I'm late for thinking. It is Loki's routine to prepare tea for Ars in good time. I even noticed that it was a little sweet.

"Oh, right. But you're in a different room, so go back."

"But..."

"No, I'm going to bed soon, too. It's time to take your time."

It could have been disturbing if the other players had heard. It's not like I can do anything because I've also brought some research just to look at the material. During the tournament, but the same goes for Ars.

"With that said, are those two training in the room?

"Yes, not for long though"

"Can't you just tell him to leave it at once?"

It is the routine that counts. That said, it doesn't necessarily interfere with the next day more than there is magic consumption.

"So are you," Als warned Loki's weak snort.

I don't have any certainty, but Loki's personality makes it hard to even think she'll be lazy. It also seemed to hit me because my eyebrows reacted slightly as it was seen.

Grab Loki's thin shoulder and flip it.

Across the street, you must have come looking for Loki, who had been gone for some time. There were two figures of shudderness.

"If you don't hurry, I'll go first."

Where is this? Because I think it's Loki, because I know what lies ahead.

If you're going back to the room, there's no problem, but if you honestly say it's depressing to go to the place Tesfir suggested, it can also be perceived as a breeze using Ars as an excuse. I don't mean to do that in Loki either.

I believe that the care of Ars will be a priority no matter what you put down in order of priority - especially in this case.

So I mouthed a similar presentation as an objection to the power of Ars pushing his back.

"Why don't Al join us? I hear there's a big bath upstairs."

Think. It was also an exploration to find an excuse to say no, but there was more time than I said I was going to sleep. If you say you're tired, they'll see you right through, and you have trouble going all the way to the bathroom. There's a bath in the room, so if you boil it, there's no problem.

Ars is a showerer, and a property (s) that is not as good as the water of a whale, but does not last long.

This is also because I was in the army. Because I didn't have time to soak it slowly because it was stuffy, so I didn't even fade enough to say that my father smelled like it would stain my body.

terminal conclusion, was inevitable.

"Okay. I'll go when I'm ready."

"Okay, I'll meet you at the stairs."

Where does melancholy go to clear Loki's dark clouds is still Ars.

It was five minutes after we got to the rendezvous point that the three showed up to hold a bag containing a set of clothes. Finally, Ars is finishing up his schedule in a minute.

I greeted him with a face that said he had finally come because he wasn't small enough to make a bling, but Tesfir was only floating face to face.

It would have been something that would have pissed me off if they obviously looked disgusted even though it wasn't just a mixed bath or something, but that would mean that just Ars was used to it too. Try to ignore it.

It is supposed to be in the back of the ground floor that there is a large bath. I didn't notice when I came, but it was well indicated by an arrow.

A little entertainment seems to be on the street, too. Not only are there souvenir shops, but Iberis' AWR catalogue and AWR testing grounds. What worries Ars more about you is that you have no choice professionally.

I turn my face as I walk.

A bitter laugh leaked from next door to him like that.

"Al's really into research. I'm interested in being able to make such a great AWR."

"Naturally. There are some characteristics, depending on the country, and manufacturing methods vary slightly. And..."

Tesfir's sigh interrupted that Alice was about to heat me up. Certainly something is different about explaining it for a long time to go to the big baths.

"Well, I'll take a little peek up the hot water."

"In the end, you peek. No."

Redhead bounced all together in a scratch that had no other love.

Dive a warm curtain (goodwill) that separates men and women from what culture it is. Ars, who knows it as knowledge, also felt novel because of the mixing of different cultures because the survival zone of mankind was thumbnailed by the invasion of demons.

The army also has a large bath, but basically most of it can be done with a shower, so I never felt particularly uncomfortable or open to the fact that there were no people at all. The user was resolute without even thinking of Ars alone.

"Sure this is quite..."

The hot water air coming out of the stone statue rises elegantly, not only in the bathtub surrounded by stone, but also unexpectedly large in medicinal, teak and water baths, such as saunas.

Ars washes his body by wrapping a towel around his hips. I move it faster naturally, not because I want to get out early, but because of my childish curiosity to try it all out.

I leaked like I was tired or spit out something sick when I soaked it in a hot tub that was a little hot and spread all over my body.

Ars is struck by the sensation that permeates his entire body. I can't say by the word it feels good. It looks like the impurities you've been accumulating will seep out.

Head to the water bath to avoid inadvertently accumulating heat, considering the possibility that it is not very resistant to the heat of the bath. It's the door that leads to the outside that popped into Ars' eyes all the way in.

"Do you even have an open-air bath... Mmm!

If you see the name "demon water" written there, with the description of the open-air bath on the sign, there is no fine dust on your feet to step out. Ars, scratching up his wet hair, had already hung a towel on his shoulder.

The view is only in the night sky because it's not what I was expecting but it's far from spectacular, it's on the ground floor and not in the hills. The surroundings are covered by timber fences, but the atmosphere is green to make forests aware.

It reconciled primitive nature well.

A liberating open-air bath is narrow but not oppressive.

And when he found what was going to be the "demon water" in the hot tub he was looking for, Ars stuck one foot in.

The colour was dark green and toxic but no smell.

…… Oh. "

I have a slight tingling repulsion in my legs.

I feel just as rebellious when I can dip my whole body slowly. It's ticklish. I even feel that it breaks my muscles so well that it becomes a habit.

"Is there magic in it?"

The hot water, which was green when the water was boiled, turns transparent. However, it was an odd liquid to make Ars that if dripped from the top, it would discolor to green.

I don't know how it works, but I guess rebellion by magic is what causes this feeling good. The question of being able to maintain the magic that is supposed to degrade is lightly fogged out of comfort.

At that time, I heard a familiar voice of joy like a colour from the other side.

"Wow! Disgusting," Ars said in his heart, "Where!! objection."

There is a partition that separates men and women in an outdoor bath. Across from there, it seems Tesfir, Alice and Loki were in order to go around the bath. And the last fort we went to was "demon water".

But the three that floated thinking there were only three of them were also polite if they saw a shadow in an open-air bath.

It can be called manners.

The woman was spreading her arms to stone walls more manly than transgressive. On the top of his head is a small wrapped dough.

It's less hairy, but if that's just part of the back hair, I'm convinced. That's all I can see at a glance stretching. You noticed whoever came in, "Hmm?" The woman looked back.

Noisy faces came in. Tesfir and Alice sounded like heavy bass voices that offended the mood.

"Sorry to disturb you, su, sorry"

When Tesfir took the initiative to apologize, the woman raised her hand generously and said, "You don't mind. It's not like I'm even renting out," my voice said earlier in a friendly tone like a lie.

"Are you a student at the academy? You know you're coming to the bathroom."

When I flipped the towel all the way over to put it on my head - the dough - "This is the strongest, so go ahead" the three of them had similar feelings for the woman I was recommending. He said he was a beautiful man.

When I first saw it, even the section alone was breathtaking and glossy. I feel inferior to the thinness and smoothness of my arms wet in the water.

That said, the other person is an adult. Let me tell you that winning or losing is what I want you to look to in the future.

"Master Letty was staying here, too."

"It's been hours, Loki."