The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

I was going to take a look at Mr. Bozzler's way out for a few seconds after the game started.

Because if Mr. Bozler was the type of magician who wouldn't use the magic of the wind unchanging, he obviously has a minute for me.

In that case I also decided that wind magic could not be used without chanting, and I was going to tweak it to look as if it were a battle between us as much as possible.

But I am immediately reminded that it was the chronic mind that took it.

"'High Wind'!!

What a momentum Mr. Bozler has had to be somewhat devoured by His Majesty's decree to unleash his magic unchanging at the same time as the game begins.

Ko, this speed......! You've been building spells for a long time before the decree of the beginning of the match! Aren't you sloppy!? Judge! Yellow Card Yellow Card!!

Having eaten the air running decently, I am blown away and rolled backwards about three meters.

If I hadn't been in formation in front of the scaffolding just in case, this would have been the end of the game.

It's a good place for the audience to be interested if that happens. Mr. Bozler, where has the entertainment spirit gone until just now! Smile for everyone in your game!

At the same time that I woke up in a hurry, Mr. Bozler was staring at me with an unprecedented sharp eye, with his hand over this side.

The struggle...... No, Mr. Bozler opened his mouth for pursuit, even though I was wary of the temper to the point where it seemed even murderous.

"'Air Shoot'!!

From his palm a bursting sound of “BONG!!" sounded, and I felt some unseen threat approaching.

As soon as I flew to the side, a fierce breeze passed where I was until just before.

... No, the wind shouldn't make a dull sound effect like “Dow!!" due to the impact it hit the ground, so there is resistance to calling this wind.

I mean, isn't this more of a compressed air bullet than a wind!?

Hey Sire! Isn't this out!? Isn't this' Wind-Making Magic '?!? Red Card Red Card!!

I'm a baby! Wouldn't you die if you suck at this!?

Normally, you would create a gentler breeze with the addition method! Why are you coming to kill your infant opponent by multiplying it!?

Even while I'm panicking, the wind...... compressed air bullets fly in one after another.

It's not that hard to flaunt an invisible shell like a basketball because the rays in the direction of your palm tell the timing with a chant of a spell.

The speed is pretty fast, but I could handle it if the distance was fifteen meters free.

However, it was difficult to concentrate on spell building while avoiding attacks, and it was full because it escaped a little with short hands and feet.

And where I manage to avoid compressed air ammunition with little attack area, a gust of wind, an overall attack, hits me, and I fall and roll unnecessarily.

And then the compressed air bullet hit me again where I lost my balance, and I inevitably swept off my shoulder and was blown away.

No, no, it hurt. Huh?

As I crawled down with a gobble rolled on the ground, I moaned as I held down my aching shoulder and wept.

The audience is sending a sympathetic gaze at the development that babies can be hurt.

If we just look at the developments so far, it will only look like a totally vulnerable bully.

Still, this guy... he's used to fighting.

No, assuming you're a soldier, so it's natural when it comes to being used to fighting.

Or has he had careful special training or simulation for this day?

There are some things that seem surprisingly serious about Mr. Bozzler, so that seems likely.

Best of all, it's very local in the first place.

I know this is the time to concentrate on the battle, but Mr. Lulu's words came back into my head undeniably last night, and I couldn't leave.

"Bozzler must want to fight you for real."

Unlike me, Mr. Bozler must be seriously coming to this fight.

That's what I am deliberately trying to lose. Preparation and intent should be the difference between heaven and earth.

Where I meant it, there is no such thing as a certainty that I can win.

But you can fight with the will to win. And I also know that that is a courtesy to Mr. Bozzler, who is seriously coming to the fight.

Fight with intent to win or lose.

I haven't come to a conclusion yet on that question that's been bothering me since last night.

So until we come to that conclusion...

At the moment when the compressed air bullet plundered my cheek, I turned my palm to Mr. Bozzler and opened my mouth.

"'High Wind'"

In a gushing breeze, Mr. Bozler peels his eyes.

The magic I've been using has just hit me, so I may not have a choice but to react to it.

Mr. Bozler's technique is simple and lucid, either to save magic or because of constraints activated without chanting. So there is no such thing as back-analyzing spells from phenomena.

"'Air Shoot'"

The compressed air bullet that went on and released from my hand struck Mr. Bozzler directly in the left shoulder, unbalanced by a gust of wind.

Mr. Bozzler, who blew away with a short scream, but soon woke up, distorted his mouth with a little fun.

"... analyze my magic and reproduce it without chanting... you're more of a bakemon than I've ever heard"

From the audience, he said, "That's good!" or "Go -! I was finally able to catch a breath listening to the wild next time things like" fly.

I won't be alarmed anymore. If it's hard to cut back once the enemy onslaught begins, you just have to smash the first blow of the onslaught.

My training with Mr. Lulu has turned out to be out of the ordinary track with my magic power and magic efficiency.

I mean, if we're serious about shooting the same magic at each other, it's me who hits and pushes and wins. Even with the same power, it means Mr. Bozzler is the one to bat first.

If this were a ruleless fight in action, most attacks would be able to shut it out by creating 'barriers to shutting down speed' and so on.

But that would conflict with the rules in this game because it's not wind magic.

Then pushing with a stronger wind than your opponent is a positive offense.

When I see Mr. Bozler's palm pointed this way, I will also hold hands with Mr. Bozler.

"'Air Shoot'"

"'Air Shoot'"

The shells of invisible air unleashed at the same time scatter a gust of wind around us as we hit each other hard.

In the breeze that blows, the audience's screaming and cheering voices boiled.... It's a voice you're going to hear in some amusement park or something.

From then on, it was even a beating with no intermittent hair and no breath.

There are fifteen meters of distance between us. But what we were doing was a melee fight (infighting) that punched the target's fist with its own fist and just tried to punch him in the face.

Each time an attack hits each other, the shock is scattered so much that the water in the arena ripples.

Sometimes he plays, sometimes he shoots it off, sometimes he shoots it off.

Even if you can't see the attack, if you watch the bursting intense sound of the air or the rough ripples of water filling the arena, the trajectory of the fierce fight will be peeked at by an audience that doesn't know the magic details.

If it was so much engagement, each other's consumption was also intense.

Mr. Bozler could see his complexion gradually deteriorating due to the sudden consumption of magic. I'm sure your brain is already a lot tired and your head must have been bogged down like at dawn all night.

I'm not much of a magician, but the flesh is an infant. I was just moving around a little bit, and my health was about to reach its limits.

Soon, Mr. Bozzler will come to decide the battle...... that's what I intuited.

Before you can completely exhaust your magic and fight, you must be using the greatest magic that squeezes your last power.

Without denying it, I must also conclude to the detraction.

Do you win or lose?

With tangled hands, I think winning is possible in itself.

Mr. Bozler is enthusiastic about the battle. Not really, he's been unleashing magic at the front of the scaffold since earlier.

So if you use absolute realm isolation and activate the magic right behind Mr. Bozzler, even a little wind will cause him to fall.

It would be a clapping end, but it could also be described as a magician-like tactic in the sense of avoiding force pushing.

... but can I win?

I'm pretty sure I see that if I win, I'll be placed on a front-line mission, more than they say if I lose, I'll be put on a backward support mission.

That is not where I come from, or rather it can be said to be the opposite from ideals.

Don't look at me like I'm still lost.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Bozler said that.

I take a serious look at his face as a thrill for being suddenly poked at a star.

"Lady Leila told me about your situation. I've also heard that you want to lose this game... and I somehow know that you didn't mean it at all from earlier. Just kidding..."

Hey, wait a minute! Mr. Lulu, how ticklish are you!?

I mean, Mr. Bozler, if you know what's going on, don't say it in front of His Majesty! You'll find out!!

Your Majesty looked me in the face and narrowed his eyes. Huh...

Mr. Bozler laughs invincibly there as I am frightened down by His Majesty's gaze.

"If I win this game, I'm going to ask His Majesty for one wish. Because I had a wish I wanted to fulfill... but it doesn't make sense that I won unwittingly because I was reduced. So my wish was to decide to assign Temehe as a front-line unit!!

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"Hey, hey, ma..."

"Let's be good. The wish, I heard."

His Majesty, who pleasantly distorted his mouth when he heard Mr. Bozler, said such a thing lightly.

Your Majesty! Oh my... Sadistic incarnation!!

I cry out loud at His Majesty as I desperately suppress the urge to unleash the magic of great annihilation.

"Then, if I were you, I'd be damned, but fill me up!!

"Rejected"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

Why!? Too unfair!!

"… except. You can think of it as a key position in imperial defense, not as a front line of war."

A key position in imperial defense...... does that mean you can take command instead of fighting?

Besides, if the imperial defense is a mission, you won't leave the imperial city.

I feel a little anxious about the phrase "you can think about it," but even if you doubt that, it doesn't start. Shouldn't we make concessions there?

Fine, if it's safe, it doesn't seem so different from the rear support force, and from a standpoint, it's huge. It's not bad.

Rather, in view of the busy schedule of the magicians, there is also the view that it would be better to gain to remain a magician and fit in quite a few posts.

Now we have a schematic of heaven if we win and hell if we lose.

I don't need to do this anymore.

I will be serious from here......!!

"You're finally motivated."

"Yes, no, no. So, here we go...?

"... well fine. But that doesn't mean you think you can beat me, does it?

To Mr. Bozler's mysterious confidence, I tilt my neck.

I had pushed him quite a bit in the battle so far.

Then it made me feel uncomfortable about how Mr. Bozler was so confident that he meant it from here on out.

Hatter? No, the advantages of doing that...

"Come on."

That being said, Mr. Bozzler slowly began to raise his arms. You're going to point your palm at me to shoot magic at this one.

While I watch out for that move, he said he was building a spell that would blow Mr. Bozzler to the point where he wouldn't get hurt...

"'Back Wind'"

Unexpectedly, right behind me (...) the wind blew up.

"- Huh!?

Rising body. Swinging vision.

The white-dyed thought of not knowing what had happened for a moment understood shortly afterwards that exactly what I had been thinking earlier had hit me.

The arm that Mr. Bozzler nearly lifted was to keep my attention pointed forward!!

Earlier interactions have earned time to activate this challenging spell unchanging!!

I thought Mr. Bozler could only use simple magic without chanting, and he was standing in front of the scaffold.

So, just a little push on my body, my body was easily pushed out of the scaffold and thrown into the water filled with the arena...

I could see Mr. Bozler smiling with a niggling, winning grin in his slow-flowing sight like a running lantern.