Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

"What...!?

The main stunned voice of what I did was instantly blocked by severe pain.

The sword that was bounced pulled the body, and the body itself collapsed. Feet for stomping is searched for ground and (offal). Shortly afterwards, when the main foot was unloaded to step on the ground, a stabbing impact ran into his own flank.

Without a moment's respite, Ars' left knee devoured relentlessly to wear the boy's body.

"Gu!!

The main thing bites my back teeth for a pain I've never felt before. A hot breath approaching leaked through a gap in my teeth.

The attack, reflected as a headache, has complained of pain as if it were rushing through the flank. If you think your brain pulsed first, instantly your flank over the substitution value hurts like you had a fever. The groan slightly leaked out of my throat.

"You've got to be kidding me about everything."

Ars had a chilling look down at the main one with his mid back and flank. If it was a small play, I could still forgive it. But now he was meditating his eyes gleefully to withstand the fierce pain in his flank, trying to get past the pain. No, it's moving on to that - despite the fact that we have Ars, the enemy in front of us.

If magic is immature, the excuse would also apply because it is a freshman. But what about this? It is a testament to the lack of resistance to pain.

"That's just too much clapping. Not at all this year...... seems particularly unproductive"

"- Huh!!

Cold air produced in the main hand. It consisted within the clenching fist Kobusi.

Lie down, lest you be enlightened. The main inhales heavily to jump the pain just for a moment.

In an immediate reaction to Ars' words, the main body instantly built magic to get its upper body up. You may be slandered as cowardly if it is to reward you with one arrow. It can't be good to clean up the power you have honed by believing in yourself with two letters of "imperfection". So maybe this was just mean.

There were only two magics that the main one could use right now. One is the first [arrow] of first-class magic that everyone masters. And the other is the magic that was acquired at last under the Tesfir instruction.

Ars's toenails are shown in his overturned vision. The distance inferred from it was well within range.

Pull out the sword that pierced the ground to lean over and return the wrist. Hold your breath and slash it up from the bottom with all your might.

But the slashed sword was stopped perfectly before reaching its maximum speed. He also took the blade with his soles so that he could step on it with his feet.

"You're lying..."

"I'm glad you're lying."

I had no time to be stunned. Still, the experience of being hit with the first blow may have come alive. The shock suffered did not produce as serious a delay as the words.

With his empty other hand, the main sticks out with Ars' face, and at the same time his palms are opened. It was the spines of ice that grew from it, and the speed at which it was produced could not have reacted to a further shrinking distance.

But that too......

"- Huh!?

"Are you glad this is a lie, too?

The fingertips of the lightly opened hands were just touching the tips of the ice thorns to make them press and fasten. Ice thorns had stopped to refuse to go any further.

The sight of accepting magic in life is a denial of the superiority of a weapon called magic.

Regardless, Ars did not receive it in life, but it is still a natural reaction if he has no knowledge of the technique of magic manipulation.

The reason he's under Tesfir guidance is the AWR the boy has - if you look at the magic formula, you can consider it.

It was also easy to guess the magic system that comes out of it. If they ask me if I need to guess, I guess I still don't.

Als' magic manipulation, if you rigorously dictate it like a magic knife, you can't break through to the extent of a junior classmate. By then the main magic power is pure and immature. The magic that comes from it is, naturally, fragile.

Even in order of rank, yes. It was so terrible that it was even less comparable to Tesfir and Alice at the time (...).

- Did the president push those two because they were really good?

Ars' cheeks get a little cramped, but that's something I can't help. Within the small boundaries of being in school, it is certain that Tesfir and Alice have only been talented from that time onwards to emit different colors. I felt one scale, but I guess that blossomed really recently.

…… Hey, what are you scared of? "

Just push your fingertips in gently a little longer and the ice thorns will collapse. The crisp and crushing unbroken sound of composition returns magic to dust and mustard. The crushed ice was all foggy by the time it reached the ground.

"Okay, let's go. Just focus on not dying."

"... ugh!

Fist eating into the main abdomen. The pain was the first thing I noticed running through my body. Muscles are reflexively prepared for the perception of being struck or, if you have a mindset, to prevent it naturally.

But Maine recognized that it was the first time he had been beaten. stiff after the body is beaten.

When I bent my body to the letter, and my knee broke, my main body was pulled on my collar so as not to allow it. The foot that asked for rest moves away from the ground trying against his will.

Ars grabs the collar with one hand as he slips through the main side to let his body slide.

The main thing was thrown away with one hand as it was.

Immediately after a slight floating sensation, another blow, a kick hit the abdomen. It was so shocking that it imparted further acceleration to the body just released that the main body blew up in a straight line like a released arrow.

In a hazy consciousness, the main one still held only remorse. I knew I couldn't win. It's not easy to get a hit.

Still, I expected a little from myself. I don't just give in to my thoughts. That way my thoughts will help me.

Without waiting for a collision against the wall, Ars kicked up its back, trailing the blowing main at an explosive rate. Once again, the main body changes direction of travel at right angles.

The momentum, high and likely to reach the lighting, stopped rising a little later.

The main vision was filled with such white light. That's the lighting, something he didn't know right now. It was just bright and its light poured from close range never dazzled me.

The ascent stopped and the boy was angrily feeling a slight lag time. The feeling of opening thin eyes and consciousness being invited into dreams is filled.

But the shadows jumped into my sight, covering up such lights. The shadow of the person had emerged thinly blurred and contoured in light from overhead.

Ars jumped up, pulling his leg so far that it seemed to climb to his head, drawing a semicircle and swinging down his heel.

――

As for Ars' plans, this should have yielded enough results. We don't use direct magic like Tesfir and Alice, but we can still expect similar results, he said.

That's what I thought.

But what about the fact that, shortly after the momentum waved down the settlement heel, the boy did cross his arms to prevent it.

Ars could not forbid surprise that he could not kill to power but was spared a direct hit.

Boy falling fast. Ars stays in the momentum of his swinging legs, upside down in the air. What was created behind it was an objective barrier caused by spatial interference magic.

With that in his scaffold, Ars plunged down and chased him like he had learned to be funny.

Time to fall is about a second.

In the meantime, Ars released one fist and one kick at a time. None of it was for the purpose of cutting off consciousness, and it was no coincidence that I had earlier prevented it. So the power is also held down like a pair of hands.

But Maine got all the attacks on him.

Ars guessed what that meant when Maine turned his foot to the ground. It was a landing move.

It wasn't as if he was passive, and intuitively the boy avoided crashing into the ground - deciding it would do the most damage to himself.

He managed to escape defenseless exposure with both hands and feet on the ground.

His eyes are already out of focus. His mouth, which was so breathing, only repeatedly breathed irregularly and roughly.

Still, I try to stand up only with the power of my will - a moment.

Ars' hand was attached to the main chest.

Just the expansion of his arm, that's what Maine felt as if he had been pressed lightly. Above all, I thought everyone who watched it would fall on their backs with a fling.

But the next moment, the main body blew up like it was pulled by something.

Rough as a feather exposed to strong wind in front of him, the unseen force grabs the boy's weak body easily.

"............... this guy"