Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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This school building, upstairs hallway. Many of the rooms connected there are allocated to staff and naturally include places called staff rooms. Essentially, that corner, which tends to be estranged, showed a round-trip as if to tell the story of the diligence of students within this second magic school.

From staff rooms and staff laboratories, polite bows are repeated towards the indoors as students come out.

The hallway had many appearances of students begging the faculty to teach directly for preview and review, and there were repeated hiccups and outs.

There were naturally the students in the sights that played out every day. Men and women walking in the lead don't run down the hallway, but the stride of haste outweighs the other students.

The female student who made the rush cause, the male student who would be attached to it, throws a small novel next to him in a slight stir mix.

"You don't have to bother asking your teacher directly at a time like this. I don't have time for this. Tomorrow would be a good time, but that's where Fione is."

"I've already figured it out. That's not why I'm in a hurry. Without Mr. Noir, today was a good opportunity to dispel the accumulated doubts, so it's a shame to miss them. I never thought I'd explain it this long."

"Then I didn't hold the training ground today..."

"That's not what you can do. Booking is days away. Holla, just walk. Walk."

Maine resentfully looked at Fione as chilling sideways as to who caused this. I wish I was going first, but I might get caution if I found out I was using a whole section of the training ground by myself.

So I waited until Fione ran errands, but that's not how I expected it to be this long.

I hope there are no upperclassmen in the training area, but I had a thin guess that perhaps the Inquirer would not wholesale them. Essentially, the training ground is a priority for senior students. Plus by this time, freshmen who have booked a training ground are having problems forgetting or canceling just before.

Maine even remembers being angry when he thinks it's in the same grade to do that. So no way, I didn't expect to do the same thing, Maine felt like she had a terrible headache. I just have to apologize for it first.

I turn my sorry face to my classmate, who overflowed with sighs in such a way that he decided to do so and was not in a hurry at the rear.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Schult. Let me go out with this."

He had business in the staff room, too. Mouth. But even as a matter of course, he was forced to rendezvous, forcing his usual members to say that Fione would "assemble at the training ground after this" and so on.

Behind his back, he also had a headache. There was only one face of Schult. Her hair, which was nicely cut all over her shoulders, wobbled according to her gait but never messed up her hair tips.

Schult's sharp gaze at the mains was behind the appearance of such a product.

"Don't, such a loving laugh. There is nothing but nose. If I were to give up a hundred steps and apologize, it would be this woman!!

"I'm sorry, Schult. You're so elegant."

The main thing about scratching cheeks was that he grew up in a very normal household far from his own system of identity, so he looked at Schult with a slightly rare eye.

"You're not fighting! Because Schult is always alone in the end, even when he says this, he just takes it personally. You were right to book with the three of us."

Over his shoulder Fione turned his inclusive grin to Schult.

As a caretaker of the noir, the three of them had white feather arrows, but it is not uncommon to gather like this on the occasion.

As a shrut, I don't dare to be with you, but when I realize it, we have all three of them.

One treats me strangely with a fake face. Its awkward outfit for Shult, a nobleman, was also upsetting on the contrary.

And the other one has a strong sense of responsibility, Fione desperate to always be right. Instead of hiding and trying alone like a shrut, she has a style of involving herself around and learning greedily. She would undoubtedly be the most diligent person in school.

If you're aware, you're studying, and I'm tired of seeing you take your feet to beg for teaching to your upper classmates. Her name was already known among the upper classmates.

Due to rank and origin, Schult is of such a different status that he is inherently distant from the two of them. Still, it keeps following me this way because the main and Fione are the contacts with the upper classmates who have a deep relationship with the current # 1.

So Schult told himself why it seemed and it continued later today.

"I can do anything by myself. I don't even think about it myself, and I don't feel like asking someone else cheaply. Don't you feel ashamed or enjoy getting answers without even thinking about it?"

"I'll put it well. Even Schult came out of the staff room. Besides, everyone wants to be recognized by ranking up quickly."

"I've been asked to... Wait a minute, since when have you stopped taking orders?"

"I'm the same age, I'm in the same class, and it's hard to call me to follow you, and I don't think it's enough for someone to call me anyway. Besides, he seems like a friend, so he cares about you."

"Don't talk like I don't have any friends!

"Huh, ah, because AWR has no friends or anything. I'm leaving for lunch, Mr. Schult."

"... oh, I'm not coming with you. Because I don't want them to be with you guys. Besides, it's almost like getting mad at me."

Suddenly standing up like a bent navel, Schult turns around and insists he doesn't want to get involved.

But you don't mind that. Fione takes that hand, turns behind you and pushes your back. Main.

"What are you talking about when you get here? Because you know me. Always watching the flickering outside the training area."

"Hey, stop it! I'm just looking at how much I deserve to see..."

"I'm a little past my time, and you're gonna be mad, but I still have time to close, 'cause I can train enough."

Maine tells him that he has enough time left to train and encourages him to participate at all.

In fact, Schult had not been properly trained to exercise his magic outside of class since he came to this college. Of course, as a person, it was a situation where I couldn't even watch the game because of my lack of aggressiveness from magical prying and strange pride.

Naturally, you can't possibly do it alone in the system called booking.

That's why I was always only studying biased toward papers and such knowledge. Even the unfinished [Undead Bird "Phoenix"] used in the strength test had not been able to practice satisfactorily. Still, I've been reviewing it hundreds of times on top of my knowledge.

"I want to practice with someone who matches my strengths. Like you guys, there's no way you can practice parity with a guy of 70,000 or 80,000 ranks."

It is certain that the denominator of rank itself has been significantly increased by the establishment of associations. Even though Schult was four digits of Antai when he entered school, he is approaching five digits day by day. So even if the two of them are close to six digits, it doesn't directly lead to that being immature as it is. Because it is also a pleasure for people to have more magicians.

"Oh, top of the school year, the chairman has something different to say. But Senior Alice and Senior Tesphere said it's not a good idea to be in the right place."

"Yeah, yeah, Senior Tesphere might be modest, too, but you did say that. Because there are so many people of high rank. Not to mention we're freshmen, and we're going to be."

Fione's words to burn pointed to Schult's rhetoric being head-on in conflict with his top college seniors. And line up the words as if the main ones that follow also add up. Some passages most definitely regarded the words of the venerable predecessor as teaching as you told them.

But Schult got stuck in words as a result.

"Ugh... that's it. I'm not gonna deny it."

"You're sunny. If that's the case, you can honestly say you're going from the beginning."

There's an emotional backlash, but Schult feels that way, because he's actually worked with the two of them in a couple of internship classes in the past. So I feel like I don't have much time to practice in the training area.

"Shut up. The main thing is, even if you lose, you're just persistent, and Fione takes way too long to magic and ends up training."

"So don't practice."

Schult, who was forced to pull, frowned upon a slightly selfish argument. If we're going to do a mock fight, we're really going to waste our time.

So if you train anyway, you're the only one on the edge who moves an unacceptable heavy foot, trying to take time off the magic repetitive practice.

If there was a noir on this occasion, Schult would have taken part in it with inner pleasure while complaining. Noir has the skills he needs to learn. I knew intuitively that pride would be an extra experience even if I sold it cheaply.

It wasn't simply because Schult is in the current ranking - 9000th place table but four digits - because he is noble. Regardless, it is only with the qualities of the person. The talent that stands out in it compared to the others, it was the eye to determine if they had what they needed. It's about finding a master who can make sure you get what you're missing.

So Schult has only worn what he needs most efficiently.

From him, there's nothing to learn from Maine or Fione. Noir, however, is distinct. This is true when I saw Ars in the [Seven Kingdoms Magic Goodwill Games], but it can be described as an encounter where my whole body is paralyzed.

What to aim for, what magicians needed, everything that was required was packed in there. Overwhelming combat skills, even taste, from the noir, but there are many things I'm sure you can steal.

Teachers and others here are just books that divide their knowledge, he thinks. However, other than that - someone needs to learn skills and abilities other than knowledge. We need to steal it.

There are examples to learn most efficiently.

So Schult moved his legs in anticipation of whether Irregular would wake up for the training, which had only this barren hunch.

"I just don't have time to get dressed for training, so why don't you leave me in uniform today?

"I don't mind."

"That's fine with me, I won't even sweat it anyway"

"Say that again"

Fione's suggestion is inherently unfavourable. Nevertheless, I wouldn't be told much of a pain in the ass yesterday because some upper classmates also train in uniform. Because performance is not very different.

Regardless, the main one has no objection either. And Schult saved him the trouble of dressing, anticipating that he wouldn't even be able to exercise properly.

But such signs of betrayal of Schult's expectations made the three of us feel a tense sense of urgency. It's something that mixes sounds so indistinguishable that there's an exclamation coming in from the stands there. But inside the training ground, yes, it was filled with blatant and unusual silence. For the first time, the three of them look at each other.

"What the hell?

It was Maine and Fione who reacted to the shrut that emanated from the discomfort.

Fione, who gestures the same question as "I don't know" as the main one tilting his neck, first moved to the point where he could be seen.

I had never thought of such a development because I had left the compartment for over an hour and expected someone to blame me me as soon as I got in.

If you're not angry, I don't mind that, but the three of you are interested in the cause.

Without asking anyone, the three gaze turned to be invited to the compartment, the only one in the training field.

"Ugh!? Dear Ars!"

Fione, voicing a slightly reversed voice, nailed her gaze, however, as she instantly exalted with her eyes wide open as opposed to a bouncing voice.

Regardless, it was only for a few moments that she was caught in sight of Ars.

"Dear Sir?"

To the main surprise question, Schult immediately continued, "No, dear."

Everyone below the rank of magician who is first in service should be honored. There is still no awareness in the main around it, and it is also something that doesn't really feel right.

No, maybe the main question was for Fione's sudden change.

But now the training ground looked completely different from Fione's reaction, which was supposed to be correct.

The three of them immediately understand why.

This is not training, he said. It's just bullying. That's not strange when mistakes are made. What the three of them saw and thought was naturally consistent with everyone on this occasion - because they could only stand as if their voices had disappeared.

Most voices that sound slight rush to report to faculty. And many students leave the opposite of the three that came in. It wasn't something you could have seen in any training field.

It was a small mainstay no less than Fione that moved at the same time as understanding. On the verge of his moving out, Schult read Chirali and the emotions that appeared in his expression, daring to shut up.

He then finds the person in question in the corner of the spectator's seat and leaves the circle as excited as he was about the developments ahead. The main one is usually adult, but only twice as righteous as a person.

That's why Schult didn't speak up about the main stone as a throwaway.

Fione didn't realize that the main one was walking over to the compartment where the Ars and the others were. Rather than obsessed, his legs were swamped by unilateral violence, because his brain was handling the sights he saw at high speeds trying to understand normally. As a result, I could not notice it even when the main one appeared in my sight.

In the compartment the tesphere is held up, but there is a slight seepage of wounds in its body that do not appear to be training. Shizuku from pain was also flowing from the eyes of seniors who were at the top of the college. At least that's what those who watched felt was the sight.

So naturally, I can predict that the main one won't be able to set on his belly, but the stop Fione squeezed and fired, oddly enough, didn't make it.

"Wait, main!

"Hey!!