Lie back in the chair provided for the modem and exhale one breath.
I feel a little heavy in my stomach after lunch, but that would also be resolved if I entered the tournament and moved.
Compared to the beginning, participants who have lost up to half are thoughtfully talking to their peers. There are no more teams in school uniforms like us.
There are two modem rooms available, but the only remaining team of students are those from the School of Magic and those from the tactical city that have Master Masaki. The Masaki-sama team is using the other holding room.
"But I'm glad that Sowich and Aya are quite casual people"
That's what I said, one younger girl participating in the tournament as the same group.
She has a small face with a low height and a red ribbon coloring blonde hair that she wants to be cut short. One younger than me, she looks young at the same age as Aya, but that would be her charm too.
What she's saying is what she said today when she was in the lobby with me.
I don't like to be called by the lady, so at least by the lady.
"Right. For both of us to have the title of hero, they'll go with this story."
I replied, this is the same set - and a kid my age.
Red hair to burn and strong eyes. A confident look. A woman of strength and charm that I don't have.
He's just a little lower than me, too, and he's tall enough as a girl. The uniform that I always wear properly in the college is also broken because no-one pays attention now and slightly opens my chest. I thought he was a serious person, but apparently this figure is the real girlfriend.
"You both don't like to be handled in awe... I'm surprised"
"Right. I thought you had a tougher personality. Are you Francesca?
I was surprised a little bit because I was overheard talking about it.
You know, I was funny like that, the two of you hide your mouth and laugh at the couscous.
"Looks like you're tired, seniors"
"Well, whatever. You won both World War I and World War II. That was amazing, you."
"Really, I'm surprised"
"... I think they were just alarmed"
"Still."
You know my assessment in college, what a complicated look. I didn't get very good grades or ratings. I'm winning, so it doesn't look like I'm simply surprised.
Some nobles tend to be constrained by status and appreciation. Many people also aspire to this kind of competition because it involves themselves after graduation and the evaluation of their parents' homes. It doesn't mean you'll get better grades if you win, but she doesn't seem very funny if you haven't won.
The younger child seems to be just purely surprised.
A magician is not a profession that fights one-on-one. That's what they say in college, and that's what I realized on my journey.
You have to be protected when you're preparing for witchcraft, and if you can wear magic, you're powerless. There are many weaknesses, but as long as you can activate magic, you can fight with powerful force.
Weak if not protected, but destructive power outweighs swordsmen and mercenaries. What an extreme being, I think.
Two such typical magicians have been defeated before they activated their magic.
I also study for times like this, but still, it's not as authentic as it gets to the people in charge. Now, I am under the sword's hand, but shortly after my journey, I was about to be killed by Goblin.
Maybe these two are just lucky there's no danger to their lives.
"Or did they also teach you how to fight one-on-one like this?
"Oh, no. Such a thing..."
"Really?"
"Yes."
It's true there, so I look her in the eye clearly and nod.
What the red-haired lady is saying is that during my journey... Master Range taught me how to fight.
In fact, we just traveled together, and what I was taught was how to travel and its equivalents... If it was a way of fighting, the first thing I was told was the magic of pitfalls, its importance. And you would have told me about the demonic ecology.
This is how we won the battle against demons.
Demons are much tougher and quicker than humans. For the past six months or so, I've been fighting people who say that all along. And the other guy was just caught off guard because I was a student. Next time, I don't know if I can win.
"Because you traveled with that 'hero', didn't you? Something special..."
"Special... I thought you had nothing to do with that guy"
Master Range fights against his experience everywhere. Many times, many times, they care about the experience of fighting, killing, and surviving demons.
Because it's such a range, we're traveling together, watching and doing a lot of good. I know a lot of things like demonic habits and habits.
I've never spoken of it, but I wonder if you're more familiar with the demonic ecology than Mr. Faerona or Mr. Mulu. When we talked about it before, he said he studied it very well.
I thought it was important to study, no matter how talented you are and how much protection you have from the goddess.
But, well. Speaking of special, is it special? He has a special weapon, Master Elmen Hilde.
"Really?
"Yeah. Talk to me, he's quite casual. Please don't abandon me as an amateur."
"Yeah."
At some point I was off topic with Mr. Sowich and Mr. Aya, but if the story still gets exciting, I think.
Anyway, the fact that I was traveling with Master Range kept me away from these two. As far as I'm concerned, we're just really lucky to have met.
Speaking of which, Master Range said the same thing about Mr. Sowich and the others.
"Same thing?
"What were they saying?
"I don't want you to do that."
When I say that, two people shout out loud and surprise me. But at the next moment, the other participants who were in the modem turn their gazes and turn their faces red and shut up.
Is it that surprising? But I feel equally surprised when I was first told.
I take a breath tired of talking about how much time I would have told you.
"I don't know, you've won more than I thought."
A younger girl leaks like that.
World War II breakthrough.
I can't really feel the results until then when it comes to clapping out too much. I guess that's because I'm fighting with two real people who are completely different from us who are students.
Mr. Sowich and Mr. Aya.
You two are easy to talk to, but the title of the hero who saved the world is a true representation of the difference between us and you.
I fought desperately and could finally win. Even so, the two of you are victorious with no sense of danger. Even if the opponent is older and an active adventurer, that doesn't change.
"You can be proud of your friends."
"Hehe. Right."
Red haired girlfriend says. I guess I'm happy somewhere because the students at the Magic Academy who participate every year are always defeated in the first fight.
Well, if Mr. Sowich and the others weren't here, I'd have had the same result this year.
"More than that, Francesca. Are you going to use that sword in the next game?
That's what they say, and that gaze goes to the short sword hanging on my hips.
"Yeah, are you going to?
Is there a problem?
When she tilts her neck without knowing what she's trying to say, a child her age sighs, and a younger child grins like trouble.
"Uh... what is this sword?
"Because it's just an iron sword, isn't it?
"Yeah, well"
Responding that way, sigh again.
"It's a corner tournament, so I think we should use a better sword. Look, do you want to go shopping in the city now?
"Ah."
"Yes, seniors. If you use a stronger sword, you'll have better results."
Is that what it is?
I guess the two words are from good intentions, but I don't think it will get any better if I change my sword from now on.
'Cause I'm used to it.
"Such a sword?
"Yes."
I don't know what you're trying to say, but I get it. I guess the problem is that people who compete in militant competitions use cheap swords like they sell anywhere like this.
But I think.
It's the sword I've been using ever since I started my adventure. I'm attached, and I'm used to using it. Even if I have a new sword ready now, I don't think I can use it like this short sword.
Feeling the gaze of those two, gently stroke the pattern.
More importantly, when you stroke the pattern with your fingers like this, you get courage.
"Use a sword of good material, such as a more magical grant. Like a student at the college."
"Ha."
When they say that, I can't say anything.
It's common sense that a magician's weapon is a cane. It is a mediator when using witchcraft, and a cane with good materials can also be used as a striking weapon. Now, Aya stands cleverly around with a wooden wand.
Even if you are strengthening your physical abilities with magic, you are easily defeating adventurers who are in the business of fighting demons with wooden wands everywhere. There doesn't seem to be enough opponents to exercise witchcraft yet, but I guess using witchcraft in that move is what Aya looks like on the battlefield.
That's what you should be as a magician.
Is it wrong to hold the sword instead of the wand, as I did? Perhaps this sword is at least given magic or a little different if it is made of spiritual silver (Mithril).
I think so, but now you won't even have to think deeply about it. I know better myself that I'm not clever enough to suddenly change the way I fight from now on. Weirdly restrained in shape, it would be the och who would fail.
When I nodded vaguely at my friend's advice, the hall door opened with a noise. It wasn't just us, it was all the people in the holding room.
"Good day, Master Aya"
"Uh, yes. Hi, good job."
As tired as it is, Aya responds to the words of labor (onions) from her friends. I recall a few moments ago when we traveled together, saying that we were not comfortable with being called on a personal basis.
I think it looks a lot like the Range. Though there is an image of Sowichi-sama recieving it or returning it lightly, Range-sama and Aya look somewhat troubled by the words from their unfamiliar counterparts.
Would it be disrespectful to think that's not so heroic and a little smiling?
"What is it, Mr. Aya? You seem a little tired."
"No. A little. So I met my next opponent."
"Next?
Well. Who would have been the next person?
The winner of our next game… will be the Wang Du Adventurers or the Tactical City Students.
Thinking that far, the kind of person Aya would be tired of would be a group of students.
"Master Masaki, is it?
When I heard that, I was somehow surprised not only by Aya, but also by two friends.
I think it would be easy to think of Aya's attitude.
"Yeah, that's right. I met Masaki there. A little."
"A little?"
"... well, a little"
Hey, what happened?
As I lean my neck against Mr. Aya, who has a bad tooth cut, the door of the modem opens again and Mr. Sowich enters. The look on Aya's face appears to be in some trouble.
"Good day, Master Sowich"
That's what I'm talking about, friends my age. And after being taken aback for a moment, the junior girl also rushed over to Mr. Sowich.
When I'm surrounded by two girls, I usually look like a troubled happy, obscure looking Sowich, but now the expression remains a troubled face as I haven't noticed the two of them.
Again, turn your gaze to Aya.
"Masaki suggested we fight for real. Soichi."
"Seriously?
"Well, the weapon stays the same"
Seriously. I think both Mr. Sowich and Mr. Aya are too strong enough as they are now. Even more seriously... I can't imagine how awesome it is.
Even in the war with the Demons, which lasted until a year ago, I was not on the front. The only people who know these two for real will be the adventurers and knights who were fighting on active duty.
Students like us can only imagine how amazing it is.
It's like a range that comes to mind, but that one never showed any seriousness either. The only time I took Master Elmen Hilde was during the Oak Crusade and when I crusaded the Auga on the outskirts of the Magic City. Both of them, from Mr. Sowich, are far from serious.
Aya shook her shoulder and laughed at what she thought of me, who couldn't imagine the word "genuine" about Mr. Sowich and Master Masaki.
"Well, it's hard to imagine it's from the usual Soichi,"
"Uh, duh. Ha."
"It's pretty amazing. It doesn't look good on your face."
"Face doesn't matter, does it?!?
Mr. Sowich reacts loudly to Mr. Aya's words. You care about your face, it's kind of desperate.
But then, the human gaze in the holding room concentrates on Mr. Sowich, and when he realizes that, he puts his face down in embarrassment. Kind of cute.
I think I've figured out a little why the girls care about Mr. Sowich.
"So, what do you do?
"No, I said no."
"What, Master Sowich?
I guess you weren't listening, the younger girl is asking Mr. Sowich. But it just returns a vague smile like trouble.
Aya laughs again at the look of it. The troubled Mr. Sowich seems interesting.
And such a gaze is directed at Aya asking for help. Mr. Sowich doesn't seem to like girls, he seems to be stuck from left to right and unable to move.
"Well, sort of. Me too, I'm interested in Masaki, but Yuko and Lotus Brother will definitely piss me off later..."
"That's right."
I agree with that, Mr. Aya.
I can't imagine Master Range getting angry, but when Yuko gets angry... I guess he's scared. She must be horrible enough to call herself the Witch of the King's Capital.
I remember when I brought the fallen Range to the King's Capital. It was when we met in the visitors' talking room.
At that time, I was terrified. Cold eyes. Eyes that seem to foresee to my inner surface.
When I remembered, I felt my mouth slightly cramped.
"And that's how they misinterpret it, isn't it?
"Misunderstood?"
"... well, fine. Watch your back in the night lane."
"Ugh, yeah. Unfortunately, the problem is the next game. I want to show my brothers a good place and I want to win."
"Of course, right?
But you're not sure what to do. To say no feels like your expression is lost.
The seriousness of Mr. Sowich, the 'brave man'. I would like to see it, but I also have a feeling that it would be a good thing to look at it for the sake of interest.
Power given by the goddess Astraela. Power to protect the world. The power that saved the world. That doesn't seem like a good thing to look at for any reason of interest. In the first place...
"Is it okay for Mr. Sowich to show off in this arena (Coliseum)?
"You've got that, too."
When I say that, I scratch my head like I'm in trouble.
Perhaps the seriousness of these people means that the arena (Coliseum) cannot stand it. Demons - because they are the power to defeat God.
"So you really said no properly, didn't you?
"For once."
"... for once?
"Don't look so scared. If I say no, I'm sure Masaki will come for real."
"Oh, that's what I'm saying."
I don't know, but does Mr. Sowich say no and that Master Masaki isn't convinced of it?
"Because weapons are weapons, I don't know how much we can fight."
"On the boulder, Yuko doesn't pull out the Devil's Sword in grandeur in front of them... right?
"If you do, I'll die."
I hear some disturbing conversation, but whatever I say won't tie it to a resolution.
"Aren't you very close?
"The other way around, seniors. Masaki-san wants to have a real fight with Soichi."
"Are you serious?
"Do you say you like to fight (Battle Junkie)... just think that that's what you like"
"Ha."
I'm not sure about that, but does Master Masaki really want to compete with Mr. Sowich?
Neither Master Range nor Mr. Faerona show much interest in fighting, so I'm not sure.
"More than that, Master Sowich, are you free from now on?
"Hmm?"
"We have time until the next game, so even tea -"
"Would you like to join us?
Not at all, I think. I guess it's a good thing I can afford it, but I'm in the middle of a tournament.
Aya is laughing when she sees Mr. Sowich in trouble for being told so.
... I don't know about nervousness, I guess. Those fellows were jealous and dropped their shoulders unnoticed.
WW3. If we can win three more games, we will win, but all that remains are fierce men like us who can't beat us.
Exhale as you look up at the tournament table stuck out at the entrance to the arena (Coliseum). There are a lot of people around who are killing time until the next game or betting on which group will win.
It was Mr. Sowich and Mr. Aya who made it this far. And I guess it's because they insulted me because I was a student (ah, etc.). Next time, it doesn't work either. You're the same student, so stronger wins.
"Still, winning is winning"
Nod inside as you stroke the short sword pattern hanging on your hips.
The sun, which was in Jomtien by the time the tournament began, has already begun to lean. It won't be long before the sun falls completely, just because the season is the season.
The team battle is almost over. Day one of the martial arts tournament. Whatever the outcome, I get a little loneliness that half the tournament ends.
Tomorrow is a personal battle. I hope we can still win tomorrow, too.
The first round was nervous, and when I realized it, I was winning.
I don't even remember how I fought, what Todome was. When I realized, my opponent was down in the middle of the game field. I was able to win World War II because my opponent was alarmed. Because I'm a student, because I'm a woman. He was a crude adventurer, but he approached me inadvertently so I could easily win. Even Goblin said he'd be more vigilant.
Winner. At first, I was satisfied just to participate in the tournament, but if I could win three more times, I could reach that glory. I've come as far as I can reach.
How much I have grown since I traveled with the Rangers. Were you able to be strong?
If I could put it in one form.
"Are you all right?
With that in mind, my hand was placed on my shoulder.
Looking back, Mr. Fayrona, a beautiful, sturdy man with elf-specific long hair on his blonde hair, stood. Right beside you, Mulu and Mr. Solnea, too.
"Is that it?"
"What's up, look surprised. I'm here to encourage you, but you don't seem too nervous."
"Oh, no. That's not true."
The tension... has already won twice, it's fading. However, I was surprised that Mr. Fayrona and the others spoke up. No, you're here more than you called me.
"I didn't think I was good with crowds,"
So I thought you weren't coming to see the militant tournament. In the morning, when we split up at the inn, they said, "Good luck."
"Hmm."
I don't know what you thought of my reaction like that, Mr. Fayrona, adding a thin, beautiful finger to his jaw so that he could come up with something.
Beautiful as the thinking trick is to associate a single painting, probably because this man's sequence of motions is sophisticated. It seems more aristocratic than an educated aristocrat, and I don't feel wrong to think so.
"I'm here for you. buddies, so."
"Yeah. Thank you, Mulu"
buddy. What a shitty feeling, stroking Mulu's head to distract him.
When I stroked the base of a beast ear that humans didn't have, I narrowed my eyes to make them feel good. When that expression was cute and a little powerful, he looked embarrassed and got away with it.
"If it's true, I guess we should have come before the tournament started. I don't know what I'm talking about."
"No. It's enough for you to come"
"It would help if you could say that. I think I'm good at this kind of range."
"I can't help it. Master Range seems to be busy."
I tend to forget because we're traveling together, but Mr. Faerona doesn't like crowds. It's true that I'm so glad you just came here to support the militant tournament this way.
Same goes for Mulu. Because he's an animal man, or because his senses are too sharp and a lot of people confuse him. Mr. Solnea... I'm not sure yet.
Even if you point your gaze at me, they'll just give you back your blurred gaze. Even now, even if Mr. Faerona and Mr. Mululu talk, Mr. Solnea is looking at this one step back.
Range-like is the one I talk to most often, but it doesn't make much difference in my conversation with Range-like. Honestly, I'm not sure what this guy's thinking.
"Better than that, you're trying. I thought humans would be nervous with their opponents, but they work well."
"Is that true?
"Yeah. Next time, good luck"
I'm really glad to hear you say that from your fellow travelers.
Same student next time...... I hope I win, I guess. If these people will watch, I don't want to lose, okay?
"Good luck. Mulu."
Now get closer to me and stroke my beautiful silver hair to comb.
"Francesca"
And it's like a ripple floating on the water. The quiet voice reached my ear.
It's a strange thing, and Mr. Solnea's voice sounds solid when he says it's this noisy place.
That's the same with Mr. Feirona and Mr. Mulu, who are strangely turning their gaze to Mr. Solnea. Well, it's rare that this guy talks to me from himself.
"Why do you fight?
"Uh, what do you mean?
"I didn't think I liked fighting very much."
Oh, and.
"Right. I don't really like to fight."
Is it more right that I'm not good than that?
I don't think I have the talent to fight. No witchcraft, no swordsmanship. I traveled as an adventurer, even though I lacked both of them.
I think it was thanks to everyone I traveled with that survived to this day that I was always protected and helped.
Still...
"Then how can you be such a spectacle?
I don't know how to say "spectacle,"
I laugh bitterly at that frank statement.
Well, some people are desperate to get into what Mr. Solnea calls a "spectacle."
"Because I want to know how strong I could have been and how I could have grown"
"Grow?"
"It's an embarrassing story, because I was always pulling everyone's legs"
With that said, he turns his gaze to me as if to see something strange.
It's a little funny how the look on your face doesn't look like Mr. Solnea.
I just pulled my leg. I want to know how strong I could have gotten. I want to know how much I could have grown without any talent. How far can I go alone with what I have cultivated on my journey and what I have learned in college?
This tournament is a great opportunity to find out.
"I don't know."
"Yes."
So I don't feel sad when they say that.
Again, add your finger to the short sword pattern. The sword that traveled with me, I feel, divides my courage just by touching my fingers.
"Well, I'll be there"
"Yeah. Good luck."
"Oh. Have fun."
"... enjoy, though it may be a little difficult"
Whatever, because they're better than me in strength and talent. Besides, it won't even keep you alert.
"Be a little more confident. There's no need to look like a range to that point."
"Is it similar?
"Don't say it with pleasure"
Mr. Fayrona, who says so, also feels somewhere happy. Mululu, too.
It's just that Mr. Solnea sees us like that.
I look at you with concern, but that's not why I take any action. As always, I'm not sure.
Cheers up. The gaze concentrates.
Ten people entered by trying to pinch a stone square playing field. Both are just students of age who haven't even reached twenty yet, but isn't completion the biggest one today?
That too, here are Mr. Sowich and Mr. Aya. Master Masaki over there. I'm sure it's probably the most promising game of the day that the audience wants to see the most.
I'm sure it's all about us. It makes me feel a little more comfortable thinking about it, but I maintain a good sense of nervousness.
Whoever the audience is looking at, I fight too. You can't be distracted. I'm the vanguard, the best.
"Wow."
Aya, who was in a slightly distant position, makes a surprising, frightening, and difficult voice to describe.
It's so loud that I can hear you in a remote place, everyone else can hear you. Turning his gaze, he was sighing with his hands on his forehead.
Neither does the general, Mr. Sowich, sigh like Mr. Aya, but his mouth is drawn.
At the end of that gaze, I also turn my gaze to Master Masaki, who will probably be the object of the other side. Only one of the other four said he was in a tactical college uniform, and only Master Masaki was armed.
Armed, it's not that much of an obscure piece of equipment. Enviably long, glossy dark hair is wrapped around the back of the neck, and the clothes are thick as the adventurer would wear, not like a uniform. From the top, the chest and armor (gauntlet), and the bottom, the soles of the feet (greaves) are minimal. Perhaps it's a light outfit so as not to restrict movement.
He has an unfamiliar form of sword on his lower back. It's not hung like me, it's fastened to the hips (belts).
The figure itself a year ago, when Mr. Sowich and the others came to triumph over the King's capital after crusading the demon gods. In other words, Master Masaki was solidifying himself on his journey of the Demon God Crusade, with the protective equipment he was equipped with at that time.
... I am also convinced by the reaction of Mr. Sowich and Mr. Aya.
Earlier, it was the holding room. Reminds me of the conversation. Master Masaki must be serious about fighting Mr. Sowich.
The expression was directed at Mr. Sowich with an invincible grin.
Seeing Master Masaki like that, Mr. Sowich and the others are whispering about something. Perhaps a consultation on what to do with Master Masaki, who shows that he is serious in his attitude.
It's Mr. Sowich who fights her, so we can't do anything about it.
"Wow..."
"What, that. Seriously?"
I've seen Master Masaki, and two other people besides me are anxious. At the same time, the other group feels like everyone has a confident look.
Is it something that makes so much difference in the appearance of an Admiral? Not so much morale, but the momentum seems high on the other side. Plus, the audience feels like a lot of people are rooting for the other group.
at sunset. Perhaps from the next game will be illuminated by magic.
Apart from the audience's cheer during a time mixed with such brightness and dimness, the 'voice' by magic echoed in my head. A roaring cheer fits in at the same time.
I'm the one called in "Voice," and I go up to the game field as I'm guided. At the same time, the cheer grew even louder.
"Okay, I'll be there"
"Good luck, seniors"
"Win first, please"
In my head, my introduction is made in "Voice" by magic. My origins, the college I attend, and how did I participate in this competition? And that I traveled with Master Range.
A little embarrassed, but also accustomed to that embarrassment in the third round.
Try not to worry too much, pull out the short sword and hold it in your right hand. Don't let your gaze slip away from your opponent, before you do. Once you take a deep breath, the clutter in your head disappears.
What I deal with is a tough looking boy when it comes to students. Short blonde hair with powerful eyes. The introduction says you're the same age as me, but you're not as pale as an adult man anymore. What I have in my hand is a wide range of swords that I can't even hold with my hands. I have it on my shoulder.
…………
"Um, no greetings?
When I look at the Great Sword and I'm nervous, I can speak up like that. Seems like a pretty casual guy.
In the middle of the playing field, exchange your gaze. This man's battle has seen several times between games. He's the one who wields the Great Sword in a grand way. There seems to be a lot of gaps, but my short sword won't allow me to take them.
I've been thinking about measures for a lot of breaks, but how well it works.
"Hmm..."
I don't know what you thought of me not responding, scratching my head with the opposite hand as holding a sword.
And when I was there, I finished introducing him and me.
Take another deep breath.
"Bye."
I can put my strength into the hand that holds the short sword.
When the opponent also sets up a great sword with both hands, he packs the distance without alarm. The length of the sword would be higher over there, and the handling would be higher over there.
Even if you use witchcraft, you shouldn't be sweet enough to miss that moment. More importantly, it's the third round. I don't even think my awkward witchcraft will work for the opponents who have won so far.
Measure the distance as you circle around the center of the square playing field.
Distract attention with the sword and decide the battle with sorcery. As always. Rather than that, that's all I have.
"- Huh!"
Moment after moment, the opponent came at once with his sword in place without any foretaste. An attack reminiscent of an assault (charge) by a spear, either because of its wide range of swords.
There is also a man's physique, and when his body seems to blink for a moment but avoids that blow to the side, the sword is waved to the side after me who avoided it.
Successfully take a short sword of a blow accompanied by a sumptuous wind slashing sound.
"No!?
"Ha!
From the sword I received, it sounds as tall as I've never heard before. My short sword screams at the blow of a sword with obviously different masses.
It's also difficult to stop at too much power, and we take a few steps back with that momentum.
Heavy. It's a much heavier and painful blow than I was thinking.
"... ugh"
"Such a thin sword, well received"
The hand that was holding the short sword is paralyzed. Keep that out of your face and hold your sword with both hands. Not very much, but not something that can be taken with one hand.
You guessed that, the boys storm again as if they were going to decide to compete at once. Now he's got a big sword on the upper level.
Beat it down. Shift the blow away by placing a short sword on the belly of the Great Sword. The sound of a sword and a sword hitting each other, and the sound of a great sword tapping a cobblestone, is still in the audience's cheers. The cobblestone in the game area is shattered and fragments scattered.
I try to jump into my nostalgia as it is, but the Great Sword jumped faster than that. My leg is targeted by a body bounced up by force.
Surprised by the sudden attack, he manages to jump back and successfully dodge it. He said he smashed the cobblestone, but the great sword and hands seem safe.
"Well avoided."
"Thank you."
Wave the great sword. My hair swayed slightly in a wave of momentum that seemed to even slash the atmosphere.
He says it's only a few matches, but he's already breathing. One-on-one, the state is terribly nervous. I lose strength faster and feel more tired in my hands and feet than I need to.
Away from each other to the unreachable position of the sword and re-compartmentalize. If they aren't breathing up, they can feel the extra time. Still, around looking at me without alarm, my mouth may be a solid character for a light crack.
Stand on your back with the sword in your hand as you calm your breath as it rises.
But he's not attacking me with caution this time either. Maybe he remembers a sword or hand malaise just because he hasn't put it on his face, but he can't tell from his expression.
Exhale deeply.
At the same time, gather magic on my front. What you create (imagine) is balls of wind as big as you can.
You must have felt the magic flow, stopped moving like you weren't sure what to do just for a moment, and the boy jumps in here.
Wind spheres are difficult to avoid. But if you can feel the magic, you can tell immediately, and if you observe it carefully, you can certainly see the swings in the atmosphere.
"Huh!!
Men approaching trying to avoid balls of wind, faster than the magic is complete. Balls of wind that were not released remain present before me.
I could certainly see the look on the boy's face like I was convinced of the victory, the change. I try to wave the Great Sword with that momentum, but it's still slow. It explodes the balls of the wind it creates, faster than it wields through its great sword.
No visible damage like fire or ice, but a man who suffered an explosion of compressed air at close range blew it with me at that wind pressure.
Thoughts fly for a moment, and I can't tell back and forth. When I realized it, I fell with my hands on the cobblestone.
"This one..."
More than expected, it worked. It's like I've been slapped in the head with a stick over and over again. I can't set my sight.
When I managed to raise my head, a boy student had also fallen a little further away. He seems to be completely passed out over there and doesn't even move with Pickle. Just don't die... you won't be there.
But I didn't know it was so powerful to explode magic.
There is certainly the magic of the explosion, but no magician would be so close, and in such a way as to use it to involve himself. Maybe I'm the first.
Headaches and nausea.
Stand up for them somehow.
You can't win with a sword. I can't guess witchcraft. Then I thought, "Get involved." Apparently, it was too short-circuited.
In my head the 'voice' of witchcraft declares me a winner, but that voice also disgusts me.
When I get off the game field, everyone worries me. That would be the case, too. Because it exploded the magic at close range.
Even Mr. Sowich and Mr. Aya had a bitter laugh.
"Next, please"
"Yes."
One younger junior gives me a good nod.
This wins one. And then, if Mr. Sowich and Mr. Aya win...... Will we be able to win again?