"Oh! I've endured it, you little bastard!"
"I'm fighting hard while I'm struggling."
"That's it! Easy defeat!"
The crowd boiled over to the little wizard who had almost pushed back the desperate battle situation.
I might have expected a one-sided boring match.
The appearance of an unexpectedly good fight was beginning to grasp the hearts of the judge's crowd.
"You're very sticky with your superior opponent." It's not easy to surpass that onslaught. "
To the words of my colleagues, the magnificent wizard who had been working in the reconnaissance team for many years did not answer.
He gazed at the situation with a serious expression on his face.
"Mr. Truman?"
Strangely enough, his colleague's voice cannot reach him.
Without blinking, he stares at the battle in front of him.
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It was an instant battle with a superior wizard who could be killed in an instant.
I've been cornered to the brink of losing for a while, but I can see a lot of things as I stick around.
It looks perfect, but it's not perfect.
Because I am a human, I have habits and weaknesses.
Then there's a fight.
Above all, it was the feeling that sprouted inside me that inspired me.
- I see it. I'm responding.
I can handle it.
I don't think it will ever arrive.
That feeling gives me courage.
Anyway, let's focus on what's right in front of us.
The opponent had nothing to do with it.
The important thing is to do your part.
If you lose with all your strength, you can't help it.
I divided up and stepped forward.
Ringing.
Challenge your enemies.
I am somewhat strangely excited.
- It's fun.
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(In terms of magic power and technique accuracy, this one is better. Why can't I push through despite that.....)
Alessandro Volterra was looking for answers in the middle of a fierce battle.
Multiple crossover magic attacks and shockwaves.
He observes the opponent in front of him as he smashes the blade of wind with the wall of gravity.
(There's something... different from other wizards...)
He was calm in the midst of a battle in which ordinary people could not be very calm.
A wizard's battle is sometimes likened to a chess match.
Read the enemy's thoughts, stone them, lure them into an unblockable situation, and then release the finishing blow-that's how they read.
A high level of tactical understanding from a career wizard who specializes in individual combat.
One hypothesis was derived from his exceptional experience and brains.
(Are you analyzing our motion and habits to change yourself so that we can attack more effectively...?)
Her movements change little by little each time her attack magic intersects.
The position and timing of the attack have definitely changed to something harder to respond to.
(Protracted war is dangerous)
Volterra's decision was quick.
(I will not give you a grace period. Finish at once with the highest power rush)
Step into the fight.
Multiple Chanting (Multicast) without chanting that unfolds four magic ceremonies at once.
Exploding Magic Power Concentration.
Tempesta
Field bedrock that crushes and blows up around the enemy.
Drawn by a tremendous amount of gravity, it rushes toward the target at an unremarkable speed.
The little wizard's reaction to the impending onslaught of desperate destructive power was unexpected.
(Why are you making such a face?)
It's as if you're impressed by the magic in front of you.
The face of a child like the one who found the rainbow is noticed.
She really likes magic.
The figure reminded him of his childhood.
Back then, I was obsessed and purely confronted with magic.
Since when can I not truly say that I like magic?
What we need is results. No matter what you do, you get the results. "
Heavy Pressure and Responsibility.
If you don't win, you will be denied your very existence.
Killing emotions, just aiming for the day above.
All the suffering has increased.
The world is wide and vast.
Even though I tried desperately, I couldn't be the best.
Regretful, painful, painful.
No matter how hard you try, it won't reach me.
Every time I compare, I get jealousy and I almost break.
What are you trying so hard for?
Some nights I was attacked by empty spaces in my own room.
That's why my heart is shaken fiercely by her appearance in front of me.
A free and stretching magic formula that is not trapped by mold or common sense.
I can't help but enjoy the magic.
That's what you're saying all over your body, lightly unfolding the technique.
It reminds me.
I could say that I liked magic without thinking about it.
When I realized it, I was obsessed with the battle.
It doesn't matter what your responsibilities and expectations are.
(─ Fun)
Dance with your favorite magic whatever your heart desires.
A feeling of enjoyment that I forgot when I had been on a busy day.
My body is light.
I wasn't scared of anything.
Later he is speaking.
I was the strongest on this day.
A bullet of rubble.
A series of attacks to settle.
A combination that I am most good at.
You won't be able to make it in time when you realize it.
(─ Shot down)
I can handle it.
Sure.
The moment he was attacked, it was as if liquid nitrogen had been poured into his spine.
(Er--)
It was a blow that I decided to fight with all my might.
It must have been decisive.
(Increasing rate of fire and movement...)
Surgical deployment speed that has been polished to the level of abilities.
How much time can I devote to magic to reach this point?
Probably, he poured all his magic into himself.
I sank myself into a life where nothing but magic existed, and honed my own strength.
Pure love and passion.
That is why the figure strikes him in the chest.
(You're amazing.)
Gradually they were pulled apart.
But it didn't feel painful.
Comfortable.
Since when do you think magic is fun?
I can't believe I feel like this.
It's good to be able to fight.
The Wind Cannon explodes.
His fallen face was something that the loser could not imagine as bright.
"It was a great match...!"
"I didn't expect that little guy to win."
"Giant Killing in a Great Reversal. I saw something good."
"It's a lot." Beat that Alessandro Volterra. "
After the battle, the audience switched words.
"That girl, I'll do it." I didn't take a step back from my superior opponents. Maybe if we're lucky, we could win. "
Next to the calm reaction of his colleagues, Truman Hawkins, the scouting team's wizard, doubts his own eyes.
(I can't believe it...)
One end of her talent.
In order to understand its essence, a high level of knowledge of magic is required.
Probably only a few people in the audience are aware of it.
But Truman had noticed that she was observing her hand in hand.
The subtle movement changes she showed.
See how difficult and unusual that was.
(We responded to the opponent's magic by immediately optimizing our own movements. In addition, efficiency has been sharpened to an inhuman area. All of them were well beyond the reach of ordinary people)
Truman thinks.
(A monster that reacts to the opponent's strength to increase its power. Best of all, it seems like we haven't seen the whole thing yet. It even felt like it was just the end of the line.)
Cold things pass through the spine.
(Who the hell is that...?)