Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

That's how I spent a few days with Shirley on special training, and I haven't had Mr. Mark on special training in two weeks.

I had lunch on a super express and only have about forty minutes left to go. In an effort to practice more than one bottle, I shrug my body unconsciously. I don't know what to say to myself, but I think my body cut has improved dramatically since I compared it before.

"Surprised, pretty good move"

It was when I was practicing the mould when I got my arm twisted up from behind.

Mr. Mark compliments me abruptly. I chuckled nimmari for the good that I was in a position where I couldn't see my expression from Mr. Mark.

This mould and another. I've been thoroughly training my mould for the past two weeks regarding attacks. I feel delighted and proud that that was the level that Mark would have noticed.

Thanks to Leo for giving me wisdom and Shirley for dating me every day to practice.

"Especially if it doesn't fly and has a good response."

To make a sharp point, I confessed to Leo that I was focused and specially trained. Then Mark, who gave only a nibble and a left corner of his mouth, nodded satisfactorily.

"I see, that's a good decision. That kid is pretty good, too.... How about this?

Anything that got out of the covered thug from behind was easily imprisoned just because I hadn't trained him yet.

I just can't keep up with the readings, so I know it's hard to escape Mark's forged arm, though he moves toward his abdomen to escape a beat late.

"You haven't had this one yet. But the way I remember it now is not inefficient. You should keep going."

Don't worry about getting Mark's ink.

If I thought Mark seemed oddly happy to hear about Leo, I was told that Mark was planning on giving the same advice when he saw fit.

You can notice for yourself, or you can worry about it for a while. Once you have tried the whole picture, it is better to concentrate and increase the mould. Do you also know what mould you are good at?

Even though I thought about it when I was Mr. Selva, I felt that you were teaching me a lot of things, and I appreciate it anyway. We need to refine.

"Whoa, I'm doing it, I'm doing it"

It was Mr. Selva who came there. Did you intend to go home after reading a little book, or did you bring a thick magic book? Is it a monocle today? He wears only one eye glasses and looks extra smart.

"Selva. What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's Chris who needs you. Actually, I'm here to inject magic."

Mark frowned at Selva's overconcise explanation that he didn't know what it meant.

"Chris's magic is still low, and his body isn't used to magic. It's an attempt to create a magical circuit by instilling and circulating my magic temporarily."

Mr. Selva said nothing, but it still seems pretty amazing. Because Mark has left his mouth open.