I made it clear to my father, who is the head of the present Demonic Instruction House, that there are no shortcuts, so I decided once again to go on the course with strength. Well, this is the shortest way to end up, I'm convinced.
In my case, sweet control is the biggest challenge, so there's no way I can control it overnight. There is a lot of magic power, and there will be no problem because this is going to be a period of capacity growth, so there will be even more.
I mean, we just have to get used to it a few times.
"... I don't like fire magic."
Father and Jill are cheeky. I use all attributes, but that's hard for me.
For once, I also have a fitness, and that fitness should be better... but I don't like fire magic for some reason. Is it because you don't like it hot?
Jill's talent is tattooed, but she hasn't shown it. My lack of strength is undeniable.
Um, and roaring small, unfolding magic overhead delays my thoughts.
If you just let it out, this is how you can get about a fireball out. It's voluntary practice, so I don't have a place to release it, and I'm on standby upstairs. Plain hot thanks to you.
What am I missing?
Of course I have the ability to control it, but... are you not prepared enough? Hurt people, be prepared.
I'm embodying the sphere of fire with magic right now, but when I hit someone with this, I still hesitate. If you're a good friend, you're a good friend.
I really don't like hitting Jill either, I'll shoot you because I know I'll prevent it.
"You're in danger of being put out like that."
"It's important if you hit Ruby."
I didn't leave it activated even while I was worried, so Cecil, who was watching it, skipped my attention. Ruby works hard on that side of the sword...... well wooden, but he's waving his sword.
In the end, Cecil says you're taking on the archery of swordsmanship as well. Even so, my father is looking for an excellent and trustworthy teacher, so he seems to be an understudy until then.
For that reason, today, Cecil, you seem to be in an easy-to-move outfit.
I'm not wearing a robe or cape, and my long sleeves are wrapped around my arms. I'm not rolling down there, but even if I had no choice about that, I was lightly dressed like never before.
Cecil, you have long sleeves and robes during the summer season, so this is the first time I've seen you look like this... more successful than I thought. I'm not a muscle mucky, but I'm never a jerk.
You did make a rude statement during this time, it's a reflection.
"How's Ruby doing?
"Well, you don't have the strength. I was a little worried."
"Don't you dare start by playing lightly in the garden?
"I did that in the morning. I'm just letting him grip for a little while now."
Ruby would be totally training you, though. Because my face is so serious.
When I put out the fire properly and then stop by your side, Cecil smiles and waves at me as Ruby sweats from her forehead. You can't wave every sword, Ruby. It must be special training.
"... you kind of admire swords. Jill told me not to."
"Don't you want me to muscle you? You want me to stay with you."
"Huh, that's rude. Not to mention puffy."
"No, it doesn't change."
No, no, no, no, no. The difference between puffy and puffy is huge. Doesn't punny seem very soft, doesn't it? It doesn't seem tight. I'm not so saggy.
Mmm, and my lips protrude naturally into me, Cecil, and I squeeze my shoulders as if you were frightened, grabbing my arms.
Today it was a short-sleeved piece so my palms immediately touch it and my fingers stick to my skin disappointingly. Although it does feel like the sound of the effect will come from puffy... puffy, ginger, ginger, ginger, ginger, ginger.
"... I don't know the difference."
"It's good with squared puffy on the ravioli. Cecil, there's no Jill around."
"You want to shake it. There you go."
"Mr. Boulder Cecil."
Apparently, you didn't have to tell me. You understood my intentions, Cecil, and you throw me a wooden sword that seemed so one-handed.
I personally didn't want you to throw it, but I was able to catch a critical catch, so let's just say it.
On the palm, a sword that weighs quite a bit. If it was made of iron, I would have definitely dropped it.
This is a one-handed sword, which is also skinny...... shaped close to the so-called Rapier.
Properly bladed shapes, not specializing in Fleure-like spikes used in fencing. It's thin on thin, but it's thick and thick to the extent that you can't break it even if you hit it out of the blue.
Cecil, you were throwing easily, but I probably can't shake it or anything. I'm exhausted along the way. Boulder boy.
Oh, Ruby's waving a smaller sword than this. I think it's tight to shake this on a seven-year-old who has it at home.
"... what's a little lighter?
"Don't talk to me like that."
"Hmmm...... if I shake this, I'm going to have muscle aches tomorrow. Well, I'll try my best."
I hope Jill doesn't spray it. It's sharp.
If it was a little lighter, I would have had a chamberlain or something, but it was just magic and it was my admiration for the indoors.
... why don't we play with Ruby later or something? Looks delightful. Don't tell Jill.
Don't dare hold the sword with one hand, frowning that it's a little heavy with one hand after all.
Lift the pattern straight up to the position where it can be captured with gaze.
When I lowered it down with force, it sounded blunt with a bump.
Keep it up, repeat a few times.
"You're acting strange."
"What, can't you?
"Do you have a cheek to swing with a stick?"
I've never wavered when they said that, and blurry, I was presented with an eye that looked like I was seeing something unfortunate.
... because I couldn't do anything wrong. The kidnapping, the dueling, the injuries, they kept me away from dangerous things.
When I think about it, I can't even tell you about the lady in the deep window, but the contents are this anyway.
I can't help but twist my neck because it's refreshing. I hear you reached out to me, Cecil.
I understand it's your kindness not to abandon me, Cecil, so I was actually hoping that you would reach out to me somehow. If I told him in person, he would say he stopped it or something, so don't tell me.
"Is there an idiot who does it on an upright? Look, just stand with your legs open..."
You, Cecil, whisper in your ear with your hands in a wrapped position from behind.
... I feel like my voice has been getting a little low lately, which is kind of weird. Because I used to be bigger, but now I'm normally left out.
Growing up is an amazing example, I realize again.
"Are you listening to me?
"I'm asking, is this it?
I was turned to suspicious eyes, so I took my stance exactly as you were told, Cecil, taking care not to panic.
It was a one-handed sword, but it was a bit physically heavy on me, so I set it up with both hands, and I checked with Cecil. They were a little unstable, and they fix the setup from behind.
You're in a position to be held from behind, but you don't seem to be even serious and aware of yourself.
I came close and thought again, Cecil, you smell pretty good. It's not like it's a smell fetish, yeah.
But I really like the soapy, clean scent. Unlike Jill, there's a subtle mixture of citrus smells there, isn't there?
"Tighten your sides properly, then stretch your spine"
Well, it doesn't start now because I can hold it close. I don't care, so you won't even have to dare.
I have a face around my shoulder, so I can see it on the side, but I'm serious about it. Because it is also bad to pour water.
Cecil, if I wave the sword according to you, I wonder if it has taken shape more than just now.
It feels more like pushing away than cutting the wind, but I'm glad it's getting a little bit like that. In absolute practice, it falls to be killed instantly.
"Ooh."
"You don't look promising."
"Well, it's going to take five years to be able to use it at the actual level."
"It's gonna take ten years."
"Mm."
This one is also complicated if you make that clear, but it must be a fact. It's a magical-specific ability in the first place, and it's about as good as a protective technique.
Cecil, even you said you weren't good at swords. And pointing your lips back gave me a sinister look.
Shut up, and squeal like a little pretend, so that makes me laugh cute and sticky. Of course, Cecil, you're not scared.
"Cecil, hey, hey, hey, hey. Me and me."
A little dusty, Ruby comes to me and Cecil with an unyielding grin.
With a loose smile, Cecil gradually noticed your current posture, and although you try to leave in a hurry, the current situation is that you can't be abusive because Ruby is holding you. I mean, it's amazing you didn't realize.
"You don't have to refuse now."
"If you had noticed, get in there!
"I thought it would be bad to pour water even though it's serious. You don't have to worry about it."
"I care!
"Really?
Because it's close now, and I'm used to cuddling. The opposite is true now.
"Look, Ruby says he wants to get along, too. It could be worth a hug, right?
"I'm willing to make fun of you."
"Did you find out?
If I hoist the edge of my mouth like a prank, I'll gently pull my cheeks and grab my cheeks from behind. Cecil, you're coming against me. Even as I protest, my cheeks won't stop loosening.
... I guess he didn't realize he was holding it after all. Well, it's good to be close. Ruby's happy, so let's leave it like this for a while.