Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

Repeat the exchange and experiment like that, ten days.

Compared to the first one, I can now see the results, so much so that I can realistically feel that most of my consuming magic and endurance have improved.

Initially, when I started helping, it was a technique that fools around with magic at the level of falling if I expanded the technique a dozen times. Although I consume quite a bit nowadays, if you are a magic conductor, you can tolerate five shots, and I can use them quite a few times. However, magic activated on my own will is stronger and consumes less, so I will use it there.

Well, I think the development is progressing and we're going to make improvements as far as we can.

"... you're not coming"

He's next door, Cecil. I'll speak to you and see, but he's not returning any response. I'm right next door, but it hasn't changed that you don't feel good about me. Progress has been made in getting me closer to this point, but I don't like him.

Now we're alone in the training room. I've been waiting for Mr. Cardina and the others to arrive... but there's no sign of them coming after an hour of overtaking their promised time.

Cecil, it seems time for you to be the limit of patience and walk towards the entrance. And for a little while I try to push the heavy door...... stop. No, I'm pushing it, but do you think it won't scare me?

Perhaps Mr. Cardina and the others have turned a blind eye. I'll run away, Cecil. Look at me. I can only chase you at work in moderation. Cardina shows you a friendly attitude about becoming your friend, Cecil.

"... Cardina"

I had a grudge. Voices and tongues. You really don't think you're the same age, seven-year-old. Don't tell me.

"You'll unlock it in there."

"... you instructed me"

"No, I don't think you want me to be trapped in a boulder. Me and Cecil, we can't experiment without you."

I shook my head and appealed to you that it was different. It doesn't make sense to keep you from doing your job, because the promise is only between jobs.

Cecil, you don't try to shoot me with magic. I mean, I've never seen you use magic. Always brainwork, complete researcher.

Either you don't shoot me, or you can't shoot me, either within these two, and I felt rude to ask that.

"Unfortunately, shall we interrupt the experiment? Cardina and the others aren't coming."

"... what do we do with today's experiment"

"Let's call it off. Cecil, you won't use magic."

No one can hit me with witchcraft like I experimented. You can change roles, but if you don't have enough magic left to break down when you break the barrier, it's catastrophic. It really pained me that I was just the right person for the experiment.

Can I talk to you, Cecil, until Mr. Cardina gets you out, or so I turn my gaze to you Cecil... and regret that I did.

"... I can. Do it."

Cecil, you've come to stare at this one with an extremely grumpy face. I can tell immediately that I stepped on a mine.

"No, it's not a hasty experiment, you don't have to."

"I'm not pushing you, I can"

It's you, Cecil, who's strong enough to say it, but your clenched fists are shaking as you sift. Are you trembling with anger, or with another factor?

Cecil, I'm pretty sure I greased you.

Are you sure? And I'll ask you with my gaze, but the answer doesn't seem to change. He was just looking at me with a giggly sharp eye. From behind your eyes, you can see things like hostility or confrontation.

"... then, please. I'll be away for a little while."

I know it's useless to persuade him at times like this, so I'll go along with his intentions for the most part. I'm like the cause, so there's nothing I can do about all this.

Be honest and distance yourself from him, while confirming the improved procedure. Minus the automatic activation, the strength is sufficient. Unless they use extra powerful magic or concentrate on a single point of damage, they can play it.

They don't use much sorcery, Cecil, as long as you don't use high-ranking sorcery. I'm afraid you're going to get a flag when you say this at the place.

"Ready."

Speak up, Cecil, and you'll snort and concentrate. My mouth moved small and I felt like I was telling her that I was slightly okay, okay.... okay, is this it?

I usually use magic all the time, but honestly, I know simplification, or weakening power, and it's activated fast. It's naturally more powerful to put enough magic into the procedure before activating it, although I still choose speed. For more magic than people, it's extra flushing to compensate for its power. My challenge is to be able to control the flow quickly and precisely.

Off the record, Cecil, you are carefully magical. Contrary to me, the power bias.

... and I thought, I don't feel like things are going a little strange. Even with a focus on power, magic can go through well enough, and yet magic never activates. On the contrary, it looks like there's excess magic overflowing from your body that you can't control.

Chile, and the pain of burning the back of your neck, illusion.

I reflexively, no instinctively, activated defensive magic of my own free will.

The next moment.

"Ahhhhh!

Shaking, deflecting, overflowing magic splashes so that it can be played. It flew to me as an invisible wind, as a lump of magic.

Pisha, blood overflows with sharp pain from the ends of your body. Though I was building barriers and guarding them, I'm not assuming it's the power to this point. The barrier had been destroyed by successive flying wind blades, although it had endured several times.

Though they try to instantly release magic and offset it, they are delayed in letting it out in pain, and their bodies are torn apart by the wind. Fortunately, the shock blew your body out of the storm range? I hit my back against the wall instead, though.

He was activating wind sorcery as a buffer on his back with half a reflex, so don't until he comes to a bone like a kidnapping. I'll tell you it hurts terribly, including the mutilated body.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

As I occasionally slam my back and slip down along the wall, I throw my gaze into the center of the storm, hovering and coughing.

Cecil, you hold your own body, you're squatting. I'm trembling, and the release of magic hasn't subsided.... That's strange, Cecil, if you put out such a powerful magic trick with your magic power, you should immediately get to the bottom.

... Let's think later, Cecil, we have to stop you.

Whip your screaming body with pain and bleeding and get up fluttered. Not all of them are deep cuts, but enough to have deep hands everywhere. Treat yourself to a cure and keep a first aid.

Thanks to the healing technique, the blood stops and looks a little healed on the surface, but in fact, it's about hemostasis and light wound adhesion. We just have to get someone who specializes in healing later. I resent the lack of strength at times like this. You can't help it if it's just magic.

"Mr. Cecil!

Now I will walk over to you, Cecil, wrapped in intense magic and erased the blade of the wind.

The center of the wind is you, Cecil, and you walk headwinds, so it's very difficult to walk. Slowly approach while falling and rubbing off your knees along the way.

"Take good care!

"Ah, gu..."

Cecil, who consumes a fair amount of magic, even though he's unusually slow to lose more speed than an ordinary person, just groans painfully.

The wind blade doesn't stop, it breaks walls and floors and scatters destruction, not just me. By the time we gradually reached beneath him, the floor around him was scattered with peeling tiles on the edge of the wall.

"Cecil, Cecil, hold on."

Even if I shake my shoulder, I just slightly gasp and suffer. The shaking body is seeping cold sweat, and most of the magic is taken.

I won't stop until he runs out of magic unless he keeps his consciousness firmly in place and stops at his will.

Cecil, you can beat your throat. I can't control the magic, I know it, so I'll hold him up and hold him like that.

If you can't control it internally, you can force it under control with external control.

Simply put, it's not inherently very, but difficult to interfere with someone else's surgery. It's rejected in the first place, so it also takes resistance to shed magic.

It's as difficult as being an idiot, but we have to do it.

"Cecil, can you hear me? It's Liz. It's okay, I'm not scared, so breathe slowly. It's okay, I'm here."

Softly as you rubbed your back, Cecil shook your body and then thrust me. Quite a bit of damage when pushed at this time by boulders, mainly in the mind.

Cecil, who thrust you, refuses to come with a painfully colored voice, "Don't come, don't come," as the saying goes.

As it is, even if you hold it again, you will repeat the same thing again.

I can't help it, breathe in, and I reach out to you, Cecil.

"I'm a boy, so be sure!

Thoughtful, I left my head poked.

As expected, a lot of damage has come to me, too, Cecil, but I blink my semi-crying eyes with the expression that you said you didn't know why you were surprised by the sudden pain. In a way, this one's more damaging, you stonehead.

It was a semi-frequent state, Cecil. Where you are stunned, I will hold you again. I trembled, but now I won't be rejected.

"... it's okay, leave it to me. Because I'm not afraid of anything."

Gently whispering as I stroke my back, my strength falls off my body all the time, and it takes me to come. Instead of peace of mind, I'm sure the magic has seriously come to an exhaustion.

Stay in this position, convert your magic and let it flow as you match Cecil. I wasn't rejected this time.

Slowly, Cecil, let my magic flow through your body and slow down the wild flow. So I realized, apart from the surgical ceremony, I'm uncomfortable with the magic on the blood. I feel awesome and the magic is compressed.

... If you think that the amount of magic you felt in the beginning doesn't match the amount you consumed in this wind of sorcery, is that what happened? Is it idiosyncratic, or is the density of magic darker than that of an ordinary person? So powerful, but unstable in control, it's rampant. I'm sure he didn't even notice.

Then I will dilute your magic with my own magic. If it's thick, you can dilute it, I worried it might be a side effect, but it's probably not a problem because it's converting magic power to homogeneity.

It's only temporary, but it should work.

"Cecil, can you hear me? I can probably control it now."

"... but"

"... it's okay, I'm here. I'll stop it if you can't. Or Cecil, can't you do it yourself?

"... do"

Slightly recovered because you are taking in my magic, Cecil. You look annoyed by my inviting words. You're getting a little cheerful, and I smiled.

Though I said it strongly in words, he still has hesitations, Cecil. I'll stroke your back and calm you down. He's not even going to reject you anymore because it's an emergency, Cecil. You exhale as relieved somewhere...... concentrate.

Somehow, but I felt like I was okay now.

The tiles that were dancing through the universe fell to the floor with teasing noises.

The runoff of wild magic was also now a perfectly calm and serene stream of magic. As expected, they apparently succeeded in controlling it.

Well done, when I stroked my head instead of the word, I was just thrust away telling him not to get on with it. That's a terrible way to treat someone who has survived a crisis with you, Cecil, when it comes to being like you, Cecil.

"... Huh!?

You, Cecil, away from me, were stunned and distorted by the fact that you saw me again. With that said...... I looked at my body myself and accidentally raised my voice like other HR.

My clothes are pretty blurry because I was cut by the wind, and my skin has fine cuts with deep scratches around my shoulders and hips. Besides the cuts I made to my knee when I fell.

What's more, the barrier, the cure, the concentrated magic that nullified the wind, the magic that had poured into you, Cecil, had almost lost its magic.

I didn't think my body would be so lazy because I didn't even use it in my experiments to this point. When I get distracted, I'm going to stick up and skip consciousness.

"Uh, it's okay, 'cause it'll heal."

"... me,"

"I'm fine. I mean, it's time for the limit, so... call for some help."

Cecil, you've settled down too, and I think it's better now...... and I'll keep rolling on the floor. My body's savings hurt and I'm tired, and I've lost my blood and magic and it's quite a blow. You can rest for a little while.

"Hey, don't die!

"... don't die, say..."

But I'm not as conscious as I am.

The limit, and the heavy eyelids were closed, and I left it to the later processing… and I decided to rest slowly. Forgive me for hearing you wander, but I'm not going to be able to work any harder today.