Shikkaku Mon no Saikyou Kenja~ Sekai Saikyou no Kenja ga Sarani Tsuyoku Naru Tameni Tenseishimashita~

Lesson 8: The Strongest Sage, Noticing the Decline of Swordsmanship

I can read it. Bifgel pretends to hurt and is trying to buy time.

Then all I have to do is chase.

Am I quick to surrender Bifgel or is Bifgel quick to complete the magic? That's the kind of battle this is.

That's how I understood it. I started attacking Bifgel with a wooden sword.

- But Bifgel just gets sore and scared, and he doesn't look like he'll ever activate magic.

Starting to think I was suspicious of boulders, I tried to sharpen my body a little and activate a magic [Active Magic Detection] that would detect all magic unless it was cleverly hidden.

There is no such magical reaction within range.

"Matty. Stop him around there"

When I checked the results of my detections, my father Castle called.

If you look closely, Bifgel is blowing bubbles and fainting.

"... what was Bifgel trying to do?

"I was trying to take Matty down."

"Who deliberately showed the gap?

"That wasn't on purpose. Normally I just lost my balance."

... Was Bifgel that weak?

Oh. I think I know what my father Castle wants to tell you.

"Okay! I mean, the common sense that Father wanted to convey is that some people are like Bifgels, which you can't even practice!

"No, this guy! I have no idea!

... I felt it, but it seemed different.

"So what are you trying to tell me?

"It's the strength of Bifgel."

See. I knew it was a hit.

What difference does it make?

"Bifgel's not weak enough. If you look at it from the same age, you'd rather be in the stronger category"

... Huh?

"This bifgel, strengthening?

"Yes."

"No, but Father..."

The strength of my father, Castle, should not have been comparable to that of Bifgel.

Where there were a hundred Bifgels, I wonder if I could scratch one on each of my father's castles?

"Say it yourself, but I'm strong."

No. There would be too much difference between "strong" and "strong".

"Well, what I wanted to tell you..."

"Matty's strength is clearly an anomaly. At least under the age of fifteen, no one can beat you first."

Seriously. No matter how much you say you know, you're a six-year-old who hasn't even trained.

Not just magic, but even swordsmanship has declined?

No. A swordsman like my father Castle should not be born in a world where swordsmanship has so declined. Assuming you were born, you should be the ancestor or something of a swordsmanship cathedral, not a lord of a place like this.

And.

There are parts of Father Castle's behavior that just the current explanation doesn't match the twitch.

"By the way, Father"

I decided to follow that point.

"What?"

"Before the simulation, I was following Bifgel's demands from one end... but how could that be?

"Oh. It's going to be a one-sided battle anyway, so I was going to stop it in the right place. Bifgel digs the grave so beautifully, I let him dig as much as he wants."

Oh. Sure, no need to cut. No need for referee, and I was going to dig a grave from myself.

"Well, it would be a good pill for Bifgel, too. Hopefully this will change my mind..."

My father, Castle, there, cut the word.

Bifgel, who had passed out, woke up.

"Bifgel. Do you have anything to say?

Bifgel reacts quickly to the voice his father Castle calls.

"Illegal! You can't beat me for every disqualification! He's determined to do something! Father, punish this guy!

He said he'd fainted until just now, but he's doing well for a long time.

My father Castle is out, and he's half laughing.

You don't even use reading mind magic, but you seem to hear "No, this guy, we need to do something soon".

No, "No, this guy. Maybe it's too late"?

With that look on his face, my father Castle spoke to Bifgel.

"Right or right. Is that what you're trying to say Matty was doing?"

"That's right!

When he heard the words, his father laughed and told him this.

"Next time, then, you should be properly careful if there is no injustice. I'll take a good look at it, too, so you should fight with dignity."

"Huh? No. I didn't expect to fight again..."

"What are you talking about? Five mock fights, right? Isn't that what you said?"

Your father chased Bifgel in panic.

No, you're not. Bifgel just got into a pre-dug grave on his own.

"I mean, the mock fight just now, Bifgel hasn't surrendered yet, has he? Be glad, Bifgel. You still lose..."

Bifgel escaped.