A magician course at Mariureth Academy. It is one of the few options for a commoner to gain knowledge and skills to become a magician.
Taisei: Of course, just because you go to the magician course does not mean that all students will be magicians. A significant number of students are leaving the school, and only a handful of graduates are on their way. That's why they don't have to do their own during school to try to win.
Target: "Yes, so everyone, today I'll have you use the magic to look over there."
An exercise ground set up on the site of Mariureth Academy.
There is a group of about 20 people in that corner. Most were teenage boys and girls, but only one woman, believed to be a thirteen, was attracting everyone's gaze.
Ambiguous "It doesn't matter what kind of magic you use, but please use one that knows that you hit it. Nothing that can be hit like" Sleeping fog "is useless."
The first year student of the magician course to which Cyrill belongs. The first year's curriculum focuses on learning basic theory and activating magic. In the timetable in which 80% of the students were occupied by classroom lectures, few practical trainings were currently being conducted.
"Then start each one at your own pace. Don't overdo it."
At the signal of a quiet female instructor, the students begin to cast magic at each one.
Some gave off the magic of the fire, some gave off the magic of the wind, and some aimed at a light bulb, which was originally intended to light the light. Both of them have the technology.
Sentai "The bullet that strikes is a noble fairy ――――! ............... that?"
Fireball "I'm going to burn ... the flames are my power and ... my boastful witness!"
The chanting is frustrating, and the magic created is weak. Less than half would hit whether the control was sweet or not, and even if they did, their power should be known.
No wonder. Noble children of the aristocracy who had received a genius education before enrollment, most of them learn and use magic only after enrollment.
The school has been able to say that the school has fulfilled its role, since such amateurs can actually use magic in just three months. Exercises that simulate actual battles must wait for the second year or later.
The actual battle against the beast was an exercise that had been undertaken since the fourth year-only for applicants. It is also recognized with the security and supervision of instructors and mercenaries.
"Hey, Kirill! It's precious practice time, so don't be afraid to start early!"
The teacher's woman draws attention to Kirill, who has turned her head around the surrounding situation.
"Ah, yes, sorry."
In a hurry, Kirill turned his gaze to his target and held a wooden cane in his hand.
The wand itself has no effect on magic. It is just a form. When going to an important business meeting, merchants are expected to increase their concentration by using a symbolic object called a cane, just like wearing special clothes. Even if it is a belief effect, it may play a role in mental stability for an immature magician. At the school, it was recommended to use it when performing magician training.
The target in front of Cyril is like a small pile of hemp bags filled with soil. At the top is a hemp bag of only one color, which has been explained that it should be aimed at.
Its distance is about twenty meters. It's a close distance for Cyrill. At this distance, you won't miss an aim, such as a hemp bag that's as large as a human torso.
Cyrills are confused by the content of the training that is too simple compared to the training they receive from Aldis. Looking around, there are students who spend more than a minute for each elementary magic spell. It's like telling an enemy at this distance to attack for a minute.
Let's say that's the case. The double-sword beast isn't agile at all, but if it's 20 meters away, it's enough to be packed with two breaths. A swordsman would have had enough time to pull out his sword from the scabbard and intercept him, but the magician, Cyril, was wondering if he could make a blow.
With the wand in a row, Cyrill spelled the magic of Rock.
Incongruity "Penetrating is a fluctuation of a brave knight ---!"
Even when the double-sword beast is attacking from the target position, the timing will be barely in time. At the same time as the end of Cyrillic chanting, the foundation of the target shook. The magic of “rocks” created to push up from underground hit the center of the foundation.
The double-sword beast has a hard shell, but its abdomen is relatively soft.
`` If you aim, aim at the belly, if you can not see the belly, turn it over ''
As advised by Aldis, Cyril attacks from under the illusion of a double-sword beast.
"Penetrating is the unwavering contradiction of a brave knight --- Rock!"
Shortly after taking a break, he fired a second shot. This time, a lump of rock flies straight toward the different colored hemp bags designated as targets.
The magic of the rock that he hit but didn't aim for bursted the linen bag.
"OK"
Cyrill's voice was small and murmured with satisfactory results, but the voice resonated surprisingly because the students suddenly calmed down in an abnormal scene that suddenly occurred.
"that?"
Cyrill notices something unusual and looks around as if he is confused. I was puzzled that everyone's gaze, including the lecturer, was turned to myself.
Gradually, the students begin to buzz.
"Is it a lie? That hemp bag is fortified with magic. Why did it burst?"
"Eh? Hey ... why can you release magic in such a short time?"
"And it was a barrage. I missed the first shot, but immediately hit the second shot."
Students exchange words with nearby people, regardless of when it is time for practicum.
"Look, don't speak your own language. It's precious practice time, so concentrate!"
The female teacher resumed the training while clapping hands.
In fact, the first year students have limited time for practical training. Despite the surprise of the magic that Kirill had released, the students who remembered that began turning their bodies toward their targets and chanting.
"But what's wrong? It's gone."
After seeing the situation, the instructor who came to Cyril's side looked savage and put his hands on his cheeks.
"Um ... was it hard to break?"
"It's bad if it's not bad, but even the schools don't think that the first year's students can break it. I won't get angry at all."
Upon hearing it, Cyrill relieves her chest.
"But it's amazing power. I don't think it's been three months since I started studying magic. I couldn't imagine the speed of singing. I was just worried about my first shot ... Is that on purpose? "
"... yeah"
"Well. I see."
As expected, he only taught at the school and seemed to have noticed that the first shot was pushed up from the ground.
"If it was that precise, wouldn't it be nice to aim at the target directly from the beginning?"
"If the other party doesn't move, that's fine ... but I'm still not confident enough to make the other party move."
"Oh, that's right. Twenty meters away, the enemies on the way, first of all, surely stop ... suppose a real battle."
A brief conversation gave me an insight into Kirill's intentions. Contrary to a soft tone, he seems to be a difficult person.
"I'm a genius who showed top grades soon after enrollment, but it would be boring to aim for a stopped target."
Said the female teacher with a bitter smile.
"Is it possible to reduce the power a little more in the future? If the target is broken twice or three times, the equipment section will be noisy."
After that, she was killing time, leaving the teacher in front of Kirill.
"I'm not a genius ..."
Before entering school, Cyrill had no magical knowledge, but has been astounding for three months since she began studying at the school. He learned elementary magic while watching other students struggling, and was the top class in classroom class. Rumors have been heard from the instructors that they are attracting attention as a rising star.
But Cyril himself is not aware.
I couldn't believe that I was a genius if I looked back to the day when I almost died in the forest every day and looked away in a pathetic manner.
Above all, just outside of Cyril is Aldis, a foul-handed strong man. After all, it's a story that is a little easier to learn than one's own ability, compared to that data.
But people who don't know Aldis don't know. They don't even know that people are being chased every day by double-sword beasts and lactors, and just evaluate Cyrill with just one word of “genius”. It is sometimes pointed to the respect of the person, but it can also lead to unnecessary trouble.
"You said Cyril.
After completing the training, she waited for Kirill to go to the lecture room for a further classroom study, when she was a magician student with a strong face.