The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

The next test is a magic shot at the target. Probably a competition to see magical hitting power and power.

The students are releasing towards each other after a long chant.

"That's terrible."

On the boulder, I don't think that one. First of all, the magic hasn't arrived to the point. The main reason for this is that there is a lot of waste (rather) in chanting, and by the way, it is wrong (ambiguous), and magic has not been converted into a phenomenon called magic for good health. That would be a problem before the hitting force.

"Heh, you think so, too?

Looking back over the shoulder, a beautiful silver-haired boy stares (giggles) at the students with a difficult face and puts his arms together to find them.

"Well, I wouldn't fly with that."

The mere use of magic by virtue of its unorthodox abilities, the Book of Magic, cannot know the existence of magic. Having thought about it, I do several experiments per guidebook, and realize that the guidebook can disappear with one of my intentions. We used the phenomenon to experiment with the use of magic when we intentionally lost the Book of Magic.

As a result, for the magic chant, we found out about the following multiple facts:

One, if you chant with a certain amount of magic, any person can theoretically activate magic as long as enough magic exists to activate it.

Two, provided that the amount of magic required by that chant varies from one magic text to another, and requires considerable taste and training as the chant grows longer. It is presumed that this sense is a concept commonly referred to as the so-called magical gift, and that what has this sense is cultivated by magic training from an early age, also because it is common in aristocracy

Three, it is theoretically impossible for the Book of Magic to err in the amount of magic to be chanted or put on, due to the function of self-serving chanting. There are also limitations such as [talent] for acquisition magic only in the Magic Book, but it seems dangerous and highly probable that it will erupt without the Magic Book and without so much sense to chant.

As for me, however, I remember that magic with my senses once I used it, and it was possible to replay it. So the third law above is not my exclusive, I can't guess.

Most of all, the only students currently activated are [Fireballs] and "Red Flames, gather in my hands for strength." It's supposed to be harder to make a mistake.

"Well, it's my turn. Excuse me first."

When the number is called, the silver-haired boy puts himself in place and raises his left hand unconstitutionally.

Target is a plaque planted on the ground about 30 meters away, eight.

"'It's a red flame'"

That's all, a sphere about softball appears in the atmosphere, advances toward the target, and pulls it out.

"" Red Flame, "" Red Flame, "" Red Flame, "" Red Flame, "" Red Flame, "" Red Flame, "" Red Flame, "" Red Flame, "" Red Flame, ""

One flaming sphere after another collides and burns up.

"Wow..."

A scorching, eye-lifting sign raised a voice of admiration from everywhere.

Well, don't be funny how to activate it. [Fireball], in fact, "Red Flame" is a prerequisite for activation, and "Gather in Our Hands for Power" only grants increased power and correction of hit rate. For an exam like this one, regardless of its power, surely that would suffice.

Either way, it's an idea I wouldn't come up with if I didn't have a solid understanding of the magic chant of [fireball (fireball)], and it's synonymous with trying to hit the bow from a distance more than not being granted a hit rate correction. Pretty high tech, I'm sure.

"Next, 344."

Apparently it's my turn. to a predetermined position,

"Let's take a look at your arrangement. Let me see it's not just the tip of your mouth."

The silver-haired boy squeals at me like that.

[Fireball] Nevertheless, it was well researched and trained.

I have to answer that too.

Go as far as the marked iron plate placed on the ground, close one eye and fix the aim.

And then...

"These are the eight flames that are red."

In front of me, eight flaming spheres appear.

"Huh!?"

From the silver-haired boy behind me, I can hear him breathing. But it's too soon to be surprised. The highlight of my biggest improvement comes from here.

"Follow my strength, pale flames,"

When the sphere of flame rapidly grows to about two meters in diameter, it rotates when stained blue, and thrusts at high speeds with a placard that is targeted.

Doom!

Evaporate the target in an instant one after the other, raising the eight blue columns.

Simply add some modifications to the chant of [Fireball] and make such improvements (where).

Most importantly, because there are strict restrictions on the position and language of the text that can be added, it took a lot of effort to find the law.

……

The students, as well as the examiners, have opened their mouths to gaze at the already carburized and burned targets.

"Enough?

"Oh, oh..."

Turning my back on the examiner like a fool, I walk out to the next martial arts test site.

"Hey, give me a minute"

Called from behind, looking back, an earlier silver-haired beautiful boy was standing out of breath.

"What?

Though it may be worth mentioning that the more serious you find it,

"What magic was that earlier?!?"

"That's [Fireball]."

"You're lying. Eight at a time, and besides, that flame was pale. [Fireball] It can't be!

"Even if they say so, it's true."

"Then I just want one answer. Can I use the magic just now?

"Oh, I can use it"

Compact the chant of [Fireball] and have the power to correct the hit rate with one of your own. I should also deal with the improved type that just messed with the chant a little bit.

"I want you to tell me. Please."

A beautiful silver-haired boy with his head bowed deep to me.

"If we can pass each other, I'll tell you as much as I want."

That's all I tell you, now it's time to move on to the martial arts test site.