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The second practical exam is Magic Unlock - Dispel Magic.

The trouble is, the only magic I can use is magic arrows.

... I mean, my fall has been decided here.

That's what Laura told me.

"It's okay!

"Huh?"

"Let's remember now! I'll teach you!

"Hmm."

I couldn't answer instantly.

Because I know how it ends.

Ten years ago I studied to death in the School of Magic. From morning to evening, I kept studying to prove the talent I believed I had.

I studied a lot, but I didn't get one.

Dispel Magic is one of them.

So Laura taught me improvisation doesn't change the outcome.

... but.

"Right. Nice to meet you."

That's what I said to Laura.

Only a small amount of time I can earn when I go home deciding it's no longer a waste.

Unfortunately, I only have time to sell.

Then it's not a bad idea to give it up to the end.

And because of that, Laura is kind enough to say it. I can also feel free to say no to the swelling.

The examiner skipped the instruction aloud.

"We'll do the next exam in the classroom. Like you're following me!

Students begin to move around with the examiner.

I followed Laura as she spoke quickly and told me how to dispel magic.

When they arrived in the classroom, the students were seated.

says the examiner.

"I'm going to do my written exam! In addition, a second practical exam will be conducted in parallel. One rep comes calling, one at a time, so that what's called leaves the classroom and follows the instructions!

And the written exam began.

Some time after the written exam began, another examiner came to the classroom.

"Number 389! Second practice exam!

Number 389.

It's me.

That's what happened during the first practice exam, but apparently I'm the first number in this group.

It was the study room located elsewhere in the school building that was taken by the examiner who came.

The small rooms separated by partitions are lined up neatly.

The examiner who brought me hung his hand on the pot on my desk. And crush something. The kettle put together a blurry light.

The examiner offered me a pot and a small meter.

"I set up magic on this pot. Ask you to dispel it. [M] The limit is ten minutes. Ten minutes later, the bell on this meter rings, so that you can come back here even if you haven't been able to."

I see. That's how it works.

I moved to one of the small rooms.

The small room is equipped with a small desk. I put a kettle and a meter on top of it and sat on the chair.

Well.

Do you want to try...

I put my hand on the kettle. And it brings to mind the theory of dispel magic that I practiced over and over again as a student.

Practice since I was a student - I mean, it's been over a decade.

I hope it's ready for use by some mistake.

I took a deep breath and then said the words that triggered it.

"Dispel Magic"

……

Nothing happens. The kettle is still blurry and glowing.

I still can't seem to use Dispel Magic.

That would be so.

I didn't do anything. Something that wasn't available ten years ago can't be available all of a sudden.

No such casual miracle happens.

I sighed.

But we just have to get it to happen. That's all we have to do. There's no other way to break through here than by using Dispel Magic.

"Dispel Magic"

"Dispel Magic"

"Dispel Magic"

"Dispel Magic"

"Dispel Magic"

I've tried many times. Follow your student memory over and over and say the words that trigger you over and over again.

No reaction.

It's like a ten year old reproduction. No matter how much I wish or want, magic other than magic arrows doesn't turn to me. I won't help.

Such an unpleasant memory came to my mind.

"Gu......!

Focus broke. I feel sick, I exhale loudly, and I squeeze my chest with my right hand.

Damn...... I knew you couldn't......

If you look at the meter properly, the remaining time is one minute. We don't have much time. Apparently, time-ups are unlikely to be avoided.

But when I almost gave up...

Flashing thoughts ran through my brain.

Huh?

The flash said this to me.

Shoot that pot with a magic arrow.

No, you're not.

Correctly so.

Shoot the magic magic itself in that pot with a magic arrow.

I still didn't know what that revelation meant either. Think about that word over and over as you stare at a point on the wall.

Not the kettle itself.

Strike out the sorcery on the kettle.

Can you really do that? If you can, you're going to get the same effect as Dispel Magic.

My common sense gets in the way.

That you couldn't possibly do that.

Magic Arrow is the magic of physical destruction. It can't be effective on things that don't take on magical shapes.

But here's what I think.

The only magic arrow that didn't abandon this me from start to finish that the 999 sorcery didn't turn around.

This guy...

Wouldn't you do it for me?

The time remaining is ten seconds.

I don't have time to think anymore.

Oh, and I exhaled. Press your hand gently against the kettle.

I bet in the direction my heart believed. It's the first challenge I've had in ten years. At least I want to end it without regret. Failure just cracks a pot of cheap stuff. Apologize and you'll forgive me.

Close your eyes and look through the surface of the kettle.

Concentrate on burning a little trace of the magic that resides there into your consciousness.

There is no time.

But I'm not in a hurry.

Accuracy - a little more precision...

Eventually.

Pi.

The meter started making a nasty noise. At the same time, I opened my eyes slightly and uttered the name of my partner, who did not know how repetitive he was anymore.

"Magic Arrow"