Upon being signaled by the referee, Lioness's son Rion stops at the starting position and begins casting the magic.
As such, it is not particularly strange. As long as you belong to the magician course, it is only natural to choose magical attacks in your attempts.
However, the movement of Cyril, the other tester, fills the audience with a roar. As soon as Cyrill was signaled, he started running for his opponent Lion.
The spell of Rion who saw it stops for a moment. Perhaps Kirill's behavior was unexpected to him. You must have thought that, just like you, Cyrill would stay in the starting position and cast magic.
Regardless of Rion's convenience, Cyril runs through the shortest distance with full power. For Kirill, who normally runs through a forest full of obstacles, it is easy to run in a flattened and unobstructed place.
In the woods, they often cast magic backwards while running in the forest to keep track of the double-sword beasts and lactors that follow. In comparison, it's as easy to cast magic forward while running. You don't have to worry about your feet.
Incongruity "Penetrating is a fluctuation of a brave knight ---!"
Cyrill, who started running at the same time as the attempt, ended the spell when he reduced the distance to the opponent in half. Sand smoke stood in the 10-meter space lying between Lion and Cyril.
The spectators' seats are dyed with a startling voice when they see the magic while running.
Kirill's magic wasn't targeted at Rion, but at the ground in front of him. For the purpose of blinding, not for rock attack, the magic of [] was deliberately disturbed with a tilt that disturbed the ground, and the direction of movement was slightly diagonally multiplied.
"Well, where are you--goho!"
Rion loses sight of the target, engulfed in sand smoke, and reaches Cyril's ears.
Cyril had already wrapped around Lion's side. Cyrillic smoke and poor visibility are similar to Cyrill, but it's easy to get around because the opponent hasn't moved from the starting position. Cyril, who has shortened the distance at a stretch, suddenly surprises from the side of Rion.
"No way, this way!"
Rion notices Cyril's footsteps and stands ready with astonishment.
But slow. Cyril had already reduced that distance to reach Leon.
The sole of the hand Rion's ankle, which cannot cope with sudden approach, is kicked out from behind, hitting where the balance is lost.
"Wow!"
Unlike the warrior Rye, Cyrill is not trained in flesh combat. However, the opponent is an egg of a magician who does not know Iroha in close combat. Although rudimentary, Cyril, who was learning how to manage and avoid body from Aldis, could not be avoided. After receiving a blow from Kirill straight into his chest, Rion is steadily rolled to the ground.
Of course it doesn't end there.
Kirill's aim is a close combat where magic spells are unacceptable. Cyril's advantage over Rion, who has a special sorcery of heritage, is the practical experience and responsiveness she acquired during Aldis training.
Tongue Rion becomes accustomed to chanting while standing in a safe place, and fights for a while that is experienced for himself but unknown to his opponent. That was the first surprise, a situation that Kirill intentionally created.
In front of him was Rion, who had an astonishing look with his ass sticking. It's so close you can even see yourself in your opponent's eyes.
Ngong Kirill is upset by the fact that it has been developed as intended. This is because we were able to bring to an overwhelmingly advantageous situation.
Skills Fight as close as you can reach. There is little chance to learn such a thing in the school magician course. A seasoned mercenary wouldn't know, and probably wouldn't be able to handle one student.
But Cyrill is different. In the training of the forest, he has avoided the rushing rush on the verge, and he has been nearly cut off his ankle with the twin sword beast fangs. He gained the experience of casting magic while dodging beast attacks. A magician student who wouldn't even have been trained in close combat could do well.
If you do not miss the perfect opportunity, you will compete with the elementary magic of fire attribute that you are best at. A direct hit from such a close range would have been able to break through the barriers of the trial amulet, even for elementary magic.
"The burning flame is my power-"
"Hey! Ro, start six thousand two hundred fifteen!"
Rion reacts to her body at the beginning of Cyrill's chanting, and begins to utter words indistinctly.
Maybe this is special magic? Such thoughts pass through Cyril's head.
But even so, what Cyril should do is still the same. Activate the magic even a moment earlier than Rion's chanting and settle. That's it.
Fireball "Proof of pride ---!"
"Ah, a recitation code * × △ ●!"
Now, at the school's best chanting speed, Cyrill instantly activated the magic.
The fire created by Cyril at the end of his hand towards Leon, when it inflates shortly before blinking, jumps at the target. Suddenly, a fireball about two times larger than the adult's head is sucked into Rion's chest while leaving a locus of red magic power, and disappears at the next moment.
At the same time, a hard destruction sound like a broken metal rod resonated around, and the light particles spread radially around Rion and disappeared. This is proof that Cyril's attack has broken down Rion's barriers and invalidated the Amulet Amulet.
"That's like that ...!"
Rion loses words in an unexpected result.
"That's it! Cyril, the winner!"
When the referee's voice announces Cyril's victory, the entire driving range is shrouded in 70% cheers, 20% buzzing, and 10% shouting. The cheers were not always happy about the atrocities of the nobles. Magicians who were shocked by how to fight.
"I'm glad ... I managed to win--?"
Cyril, who is relieving her breasts, relieves her expression.
"what's this!?"
Cyril looks above her head in search of a source of discomfort. And breathe.
Distortion Kirill felt invisible, spreading overhead. The distortion is being embodied as an event at first glance, and gradually appeals to the auditory sense of unnaturalness.
The air shakes. The wind rolls up. The sound of something breaking through the space increases intermittently.
Magic had been activated.
As the situation began to appear visibly, cheers and throbbing from the audience seats were distorted, and the noise was dominating in place.
"What is that?"
"Who's doing !?"
"Oh, the Krassel family ...!"
Picking up on the name of the Krassell family in a flying noise, Cyril instantly grasped the situation. Special magic transmitted to the Earl of Crassell. Perhaps that is the case.
An unfamiliar chanting that Leon had previously sung. After chanting that I hadn't heard before, he didn't think it was a decent word at the end. But that seemed wrong.
Magic-no magic was active. Cyril glances down at Rion, who is still sticky.
"Oh ... oh, oh ..."
Rion is shaking her head weakly, frightened.
"Be careful! Runaway!"
The referee warns.
"Runaway ...?"
Cyril turned his gaze back over his head again.
Certainly, the events that appear before looking up may well be called runaway. Looking at the caster, Leon, it is clear that this is not his intended result. In addition, the time lag between the chanting and the magic effect is too long.
Did Rion fail to control the magic by attacking while chanting? I don't know if there is another reason. However, Cyril himself feels dim that it is dangerous. Runaway magic gradually gained momentum, and it isn't just exploding.
"Avoid!"
The referee's female searcher exclaimed. At that moment, the magical overhead magic moves. Until then, the wind, which had been circulating in a whirling motion, rushed to Cyril in the form of a sharp blade.
It was a magic that was originally aimed at Cyrill. It is natural that Cyrill itself is targeted.
But now that magic is out of control. At the same time as the targeted Cyrill, the surgeon Rion was trying to get involved.
Cyrill is good. As long as the amulet is still alive, you can prevent a small attack once.
But Leon, still standing behind Cyril, was another. Now that the amulet has been invalidated by Cyril's fireball, eating magic will not be enough.
Black sky: "That's terrible.
With an instant decision, Cyril stays in place and unfolds the magic barrier. No matter how unfriendly you are, you don't want to hurt them.
I don't know how my magic barriers can counter the Earl's Secret magic. But trying to protect yourself without doing what you can do would not be tolerated by Cyrill's personality. I was worried that I could cast a magic barrier that I had just put on, but I was fortunate enough that my mouth was moved without stagnation even with the spell of the moment.
Upon completion of the chanting, a thin purple regular hexagonal membrane is spread over Cyril's head.
Runaway wind magic arrives short of building barriers. The wind turned into countless ferocious blades and hit the barriers.
The impact sound wraps around. Each time a pale light was born and disappeared on the surface of the magic barrier.
"Give me ..."
It would be nice if we could deploy a solid triple magic barrier like Aldis, but we can't imitate that kind of Kirill. With a cold sweat on her cheeks, Cyrill is committed to maintaining the magic barrier.
How much should I withstand? Frustration creates a long feeling time, but the only thing Cyrill can do now is endurance.
The sound of the bounced wind is reduced as it hits the barrier. The intervals between those noisy sounds gradually increase, and with that the attacks hitting the barriers begin to decrease sharply.
Eventually, the runaway magic attack stopped completely.
"Somehow ...?"
Kirill falls apart from fatigue and kneels. He unconsciously wiped his sweat from his forehead and looked back to make sure that Lion was safe.
What Cyril saw. Peeling It was the fourth son of an Earl who had lost his sight with white eyes, wet his crotch, and fell on his back.