Cheat Majutsu de Unmei wo Nejifuseru

The two of us walk down an unpopular path in the dark, stopping at a place where the tent is open to the extent that we can see it and yet the sword can shake it.

"[Lighting]"

My magic activates.

The fireballs are lighting up everywhere on the note. Plain but convenient sorcery.

When I turned to Anne, Anne was much more nervous about training her sword than usual.

"Suddenly, Anne's biggest problem. I want to tell you that. Otherwise, I wouldn't recommend it before."

"Problems? Isn't that immature?

"Yeah, it's a pre-mature or something."

I wonder how shocked you were the moment you heard me say that. Anne's expression is pathetically frightening.

Anne's sword had a fatal problem. It all begins by confronting it.

"I'd rather you feel it than say it with your mouth, wave my sword. The best shape is fine."

"Okay."

Anne pulls out her lower back sword. Painfully nervous wraps around. I can see Anne's nerves going through the sword.

She took a shallow breath... and waved down her sword as she took one step.

Beautiful shape without precipitation. A crystal of effort slammed into the body with thousands or tens of thousands of repetitions. I know exactly how much Anne piled up at the Oakrail family.

That's why I can't.

"I'll try next. [Demonic Silver Smelting: Shaped Sword/Slash]"

I use [Demonic Silver Smelting] to turn Mithril into a one-handed sword.

And slaughter as you take a step forward.

"It's a lot faster than my sword. There is no strengthening of magic. Pure swing down, with muscle strength differences. Aside from that, it's better than me, above"

"Do you have any idea how this could happen?

"I don't know. Again, could you show me where to wave the sword?

"Happy."

I respond to her request and show her slaughter again.

The most useless movement that examined the structure of its own body and derived by calculation. That's why my sword is sick.

"Very well. Thank you. I'll try again."

Anne waves her sword again.

The move was obviously my conscious fat muscle. Desperately look at the sword I showed you.

As a result...... the sword clearly lost more sharpness than earlier.

"Why are you imitating my master?"

Sure, I made her move like me. I only showed it twice, but I tried to imitate it well.

But that's why you can't.

"Anne, my sword is my skeleton, the way I attach muscles, the range of motion of my joints. Length of arms, flexibility. That's the optimal solution I derived from it. Made it for me. My only sword. What's the point of Anne imitating something like that? And Anne's sword was made by the Oakrail family in a long history. To some extent, it's a sword that anyone can use quite a bit. That's why it shook better than imitating my sword"

Yes, the human body is completely different from each other. My sword was conceived just for me.

Oakrail's sword presupposed that a large number of humans would wield it, a sword that brought versatility that could be used by anyone with some training.

If I sift, naturally my sword is better, and if it's not me, it's the latter.

"There's no point in Anne doing my monkey mane. Just because it's a versatile sword that anyone in Oakrail can use, even if it gets stronger there, it won't reach the top. In the first place, that sword is the work of a man. The structure of the body is too different for a man and a woman, not an individual difference. It's not for Anne."

Even the oak rail sword, which is versatile for anyone aiming for it quite well, is not what a woman assumes to be using.

If it were true, she would have noticed or frustrated this flaw more quickly.

But her sword talent and out-of-popularity efforts have stretched her strengths to the top of her class, right in front of her.

Limit values that can be reached with effort. As a result, he became a swordsman without realizing his mistakes. But I can't get to what's going on ahead. It's the end. She can't be any stronger.

"So this is what the master wants to say. I can't be top notch."

Anne said as she scratched her lips. It's only a reaction because you know the correctness of my words.

"With that said, does Anne give up?

"There's no way I can give up. Because I'm an oak rail."

She was denied everything she had ever done and still said she would stand up.

Nature and grin abound. Because she's like this, I invited her to join me.

"Then let me show you how to be strong. Anne, first of all, it's a big premise. If you want to be strong, don't look at the mold. Understand that type of philosophy."

A mould is not a help item that can be made stronger by imitating it.

The basic philosophy of that school. Every single one of those shapes makes sense.

"If you know the philosophy of that type, you can change it to one that's right for you, listening to your body's voice"

I'm Anne showed me the oak rail mould. Read the will and philosophy put into it, shatter it, and match it to my body.

After I'm done waving my sword, the sound of cutting the wind sounds.

My sword is nothing like Anne's at first sight. But it was an authentic oak rail sword.

"This is what makes the sword so powerful."

Anne looks shuddered for a moment, and dyes her cheeks with shame. It is only a reaction because we realize our own mistakes and immaturity.

"Master, I am ashamed of myself. Until now, I just thought it was a shortcut that made it stronger to perfect what was said, according to your father's teachings. But you can't do that. I have engraved my master's words on my chest. Understand the philosophy and build it up. … that's what makes the sword superior"

The understanding is quick and helpful.

Ordinary people can hardly accept reality. The more piled up people are, the more they refuse to accept my words. But Anne accepted. And I turned forward to be strong.

Then I can push him back.

"Anne, I just need a little help."

I hug her from behind Anne.

"Shit, Master"

Anne stops and gives a shy voice. Her earlobes are red.

"I'll use magic now. Ask Anne to hear her body."

"What does that mean…………………"

At the end of the word, magic flows through Anne's body.

Everything about Anne is conveyed through magic. I created a magic trick based on that information.

It is a continuum of electrical signals that deceive a person's body.

Muscles are contracted in response to electrical signals from the brain. Then, if you do the same thing from the outside, you can manipulate people's bodies.

I hugged and snuggled from behind for that.

"I'm coming. Anne."

"Hey, hey, hey, Master"

Anne's body groans at will and shows off her brilliant slaughter. The sword naturally accelerates, even though it does not indulge in natural movement and little force.

Without a doubt, that was sicker than any sword Anne has ever waved.

Shaken off, Anne shuddered.

"This is my sword… it feels good"

"Yes, that's the sword that heard Anne's body. The sword that I have feels good. Don't forget what it feels like."

"I won't forget. I will never forget it. How it feels right now. I'll do whatever it takes."

Anne says so and repeats her bare hands. Like carving your current blow into your body.

That's what we need most now.

I started it before I said it.

I even watched her until she couldn't shake her sword.

Anne kept waving her sword until she was tired and collapsed. Return to the tent with her like that. Anne's expression even looked happy.

I'm sure that's what the hope of being stronger now made me do.