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

The match between Class B and Class C III regeneration ends. It seemed to be quite a fight, in cheer, with class B-3 delegates cutting their foreheads, yet waving their right arms up with a joyous look.

Okay, next up is my students' game. The professor in charge is required to wait beside a circular martial arts platform in the shape of a cylinder installed in the prescribed position of the arena in which he actually fights.

"It's about time, it seems"

"Right. Tell those in class G not to overdo it."

Siege has shifted his thoughts on how to minimize the damage caused by Class G after seeing [Fireball] in Mia's magic shooting test.

Sure, if the top games are on that level in college, it might not be impossible either.

"Okay."

Nod and head to the designated arena.

This Arena - Magic Academy First Arena - consists of an oval circular, reddish ground arena and a stand with spectator seats surrounding all its surroundings.

On top of that arena, there are three large circle martial arts platforms about 30 centimeters high, on which students are supposed to play games.

(over there)

Just beside the Yenbu Taiwan, there was a chair parasol of rain-fed cloth and chairs and tables installed underneath it.

I guess I'll sit here and watch the game and send instructions to the students. It's like, you're a sports director.

Even with such a shabby sentiment, when I get to my seat, my gaze bumps with the professor of blonde mushroom-headed, who is treading back and forth in the front seat.

That's a professor teaching class A trilogy - Massie Moore. The majors are certainly flame-based attack magic. Every time you look at me, you're the one who sticks at me like a teacher over and over again.

The mushroom head rose from the chair and came to my side,

"Kid, now is the time to make a big face!

I'm going to make such a flag-standing declaration.

The only thing this guy can afford is confidence in this game. Probably because you've already put a definite measure in place to plunge me.

"I don't mean to look anything big. You seem to be in a good mood. Above all. Was it any good, too?

"I'll know soon enough"

Mash dyes his face with joy and returns to the A-3 chair parasol as he rocks his body to contentment.

Do you know when? Then let's just say we wait. Until the time of its ruin.

"Next game, both players in!!"

A woman with long ears who thought she was the host and bobbed her green hair up in a nori.

I've been thinking for a while now, that moderator, you have a strange sense of prescience...

And each from the face-to-face aisle to this arena shows up a representative of A-3 and a member of our G-class wearing a white and luxurious robe.

An extra-large cheer and curse exchange venues and tremble. Of course, heroes are A-3 and heels are G-class.

False rumors have already spread throughout the school. At first it was purely the subject of Cliff's accusations of beating the examiner, but gradually rumors had shifted to suspicion of wrongdoing by the G-class. Well, I don't even have to think about who's spreading the rumor.

"The white clothes who are still marching in rows are now the winning candidate of the tournament. Class A-3!!"

The applause and whistle just cracking.

"Gathering brilliant blood geniuses from all over the world, he invited leading adventurers and magicians to educate him in the empire. Hungry ghosts expected to be the foundation of our empire Come on!! '

The green-haired host points the tip of his left hand at the G-class students, as if to still echo the enthusiasm of the venue that shook his tympanic membrane. And -.

"Relative to Class A-3 is a group of the College's best falls - Class G! This G-Class tenure is currently served by a rapidly growing active Lordship of Ladle! This lord is a perfectly crazy, damned Jen! Anything, I hope you have won the Expeditionary Army of the Kingdom of Amlzess, which boasts an overwhelming number and strength, led by the people of Ladr who gasp for poverty!! '

From cheering in honor of class A-3, to doyomeki, the venue is transformed in an instant.

Even with me, I thought I'd end my introduction to class G or disclose fraudulent facts. I never dreamed I'd make an introduction that didn't mean anything to anyone.

And that seems to be the same for the professors of the Gateway aristocracy, who panic spectacularly behind them.

"I have no idea how enhanced the G-class hungry ghosts are. But maybe, maybe!! What do you say? You guys are gonna be so excited about the bin, aren't you?

From half the audience had a strong booming to moderators and the other half had spoken in.

In the meantime, the students arrive at my place.

"Doctor!"

Students staring at me with their eyebrow roots and serious faces. No longer will any more words be pure to them.

"Show him you guys off!

Raise the end of the mouth, but give instructions that would be sparse.

"" "" "Yes!" ""

All of them, nodding loudly, the students go up to the Yenbudai, which serves as a match venue.