Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Royal University of Rhindle.

It is a university founded three years ago at the royal expense in Sable, Wang capital, as an alternative to the educational facilities blockaded under the Murasene system.

The university's founding purpose was to produce talent responsible for the future of the Rhindle, and even in the midst of the great business of exiting the muracian system, competent talent in the Rhindle was placed at all costs.

Now, in this line dollar, there was originally a training institution called an independent magic school.

Few, however, believed that the matter of the sorcerer's rampage was the backbone of the muracious system, and few voices feared allowing it to continue as an independent institution. Consequently, university operations have been initiated in the form of integration with general military schools.

Of course, students who had gone to college, regardless of such adult circumstances, still worked in study and training today.

"" Tourbillon!

A wind magic spell is cast simultaneously from two mouths at an outdoor training center located outside the university.

Their goal was a pale silver-haired young man who laughed invincibly in front of them.

"The magic of the wind..."

With the sight of two opposing students braiding the magic of the wind in their eyes, the silver-haired young man slowly spreads both hands to the left and right.

And he opened his fist, which he gripped hard, all at once.

"Double Tourbillon!"

Youth concentrate their nerves on both hands, and knit up two bundles of wind at once. And don't get lost. He unleashed two more gigantic bunches of wind towards the impending bundle of winds from before his eyes.

A bunch of high speed, braided winds at the disposal of the youth, starts accelerating at once, swallowing a bunch of winds coming across the street lightly, bouncing off the students with the momentum they have left.

That was how, at a moment's time when the air of the place stood still, the sound of kicking the earth echoed around behind the youth.

"That's right, Ferm...... but now, Rafael!

A third student who decided that the awareness of a young man called Ferm was directed at two students who had been bounced off.

He continued to kill his existence completely lurking his breath, and as he finished circling backwards hiding in the shadows of the trees as he entered the blind spot, he was attacked as he unleashed his magic against the youth.

"You were hiding there after all."

In response to the assault from behind, the young man known as Fermu does not even turn his gaze, but turns himself over and avoids the storm that has struck him.

"Stupid, you say you have eyes behind your back!

Students unleashed the magic of the gust were stunned by the evasion of the blow they had unleashed from the blind spot, blunting their feet, which were running slightly.

Then, at the next moment, when Fermu, who had just dodged the gust, suddenly turned around, he swept out the spot and, conversely, narrowed the distance.

"Sorry, cou de van"

Having said that, Fermu bounces off the student in such a way as if to release the bottom of his palm when he braids the magic of the wind faster than he does at extremely close range against the student who rushes to unleash the magic of the second blow.

And at the next moment, the space created the sight of three students sleeping on the earth.

"Hmm... that's a brilliant thing, Mr. Ferm. They showed me the end of what they call the finished product before I graduated."

Quiet visit to the training station in an instant.

It was the voice of one woman who broke it.

"Thank you, Dr. Relim"

When Ferm breathes gently, he raises his gaze and looks straight at the magic teacher.

"But did you end it almost instantly while dealing with the three of them? It's superimposed. It's stunning."

"No, not yet. Besides, I've never beaten a teacher."

"Ha, that's right. Even though I said I left the army, I still intend to be active. You can't beat a student that easy."

Lerim, who holds the title of former court magician and one of last year's achievements in the coup, turns to Fermu and smiles niggardly.

Then Fermu, hearing the words, stared straight at her with a slightly shy grin.

"Ha, sure. But I'll take your best name from this university by the time I graduate. Because that's my goal."

Turning to a teacher who can undoubtedly be described as the strongest he has ever seen, Fermu declares so confidently.

But the reaction of the teacher in front of him to that mixed statement of respect and pride was somewhat unexpected.

"The strongest in college...? Well, what do you think? Well, I don't care who's strong or weak."

A slight hesitation shown by Ms Lerim, usually known for her confidence.

Ferms who see it feel slightly uncomfortable. But such discomfort was dispersed in the next word she unleashed.

"Well, regardless of whether I'm strong or weak, if you want me to be your opponent, I'll play with you any time."

"Thank you. I don't care what it is. I'm fine now, right?

In response to Lerim's somewhat provocative remarks, Fermu replies just waiting.

The worded relim slightly distorted the edge of his mouth.

"Heh, isn't that a lot of confidence? So they didn't even warm up? Then call me... I just want to say, not today."

"Uh... why not?

Lerim, who is known for his belligerent affairs. Therefore, Fermu gives a look that seems heartily unexpected, not thinking that the rudder will be cut in the direction in which training flows at this time.

"The dean tells me. You haven't sent a draft of this year's graduation report to the Student Division yet, have you? You just told me to stab the nail. If I'm too adorable for you here and the draft doesn't come up, I'll be the headmaster."

"Graduation report…?"

For Fermu, who is not only a combat technique, but also a very good and passing academic achievement in itself, he is mouthed with a seed of concern that is arguably the only one at present, and he has a bad tooth cut tone.

Lerim, who saw him like that, shrugged his shoulder just to say goodness, shook his neck left and right once and opened his mouth.

"Well, I saw your draft the other day. I intend to understand the general situation. Well, that's about it for today. Pull it up and go to his lab. He only shows up once a week."

"But Dr. Ain, the..."

"Ferm. I know you're not convinced by Ein's guy, though. Still, it's settled. Come on, don't look like a kid who can't get snacks forever, I went. I have to look at the other guys' training."

This is the end of the story, and Lerim tells Fermu so.

Then, with a bitter look on his face, Fermu decided to obey her words.

"I don't feel comfortable, but you have no choice."

Fermu speaks so, and at the same time walks out of the training station in a stubborn foothold.

That's how his back got slightly smaller, and Lerim let go of his tiny twinkle in his mouth so that no one around him could hear him.

"Hmm. You still don't seem to know anything about that, does she? Well, he's the same guy, so I guess I can't help it."