Isekai Cheat Magician

The window in front of the old man offers a panoramic view of the grounds in the school. Students have just come out of the training grounds you can see earlier. From here, each person looks about the size of a sesame grain.

The tallest spire, in the deepest part of the school. its top floor.

"Absolutely, His Majesty is impotent too..."

Watching through the window, he sighed and rinsed the coufe.

The aromatic aroma fell out of his nose and the pleasant bitterness slipped through his throat and into his stomach.

"First thing in the afternoon is a combat training class."

The words of a middle-aged man who can throw at a man. Not enough subject at all, but the old man had a good idea of what he was talking about.

"Hmm. According to information from the center, I won't be dealing with this school student..."

Preliminary information indicates that the three students (nominally) deposited by the Emperor have been examined for promotion to the A-rank Adventurer a few months ago. That, too, is not only the boy of the example summoner, but also two of his fellow girls.

I have a history and pride in producing many elite eggs with this school. but even if you tie the past together, only enough people have reached the realm of A-rank adventurers while in school to count with one hand.

There is a handful that can reach the level of B rank. Even the C-rank would tear you apart if you walked in school. It is an achievement that you can walk with your hands up enough if you can reach the D-rank.

There are two 'combat' students with B equivalents in the Adventurer rank who achieve the best of the students enrolled at the moment.

That, too, would take more steps and two steps backwards for students with less than half the experience compared to active adventurers ranked up in field beatings.

"I'm sure of that."

"Hmm?"

"Of them, Lynn Azma...... you now called yourself Leelyn Carroll. She knew about the phenomenon of 'Zack'."

"'Zack'..."

"Yes. And Mullah...... Mireille Eldira said she answered without precipitating some of the ingredients in the advanced magic medicine. Not only that, but there are reports that he also knew the ingredients and refining methods of premium magic drugs."

"Premium?

"Yes, it was a question posed by a pharmacy instructor to embarrass her unscrupulous attitude, but she said she had no words to answer and return it."

"Uhm..."

Just listening to the current story is definitely beyond the level of learning in this school.

Is the boulder the secret children of the 'deciduous sorcerer' admired by sorcerers from all over the world, and so on?

"And how was the Tyler boy?

Only two of the summoner's fellow girls appeared in the current story. What about the boy who cares most about the old man?

"No. He didn't seem particularly prominent in class."

"Right."

The middle-aged man reports. The level of knowledge is fairly high in the school, but compared to Leelyn and Mireille, it's very sweet.

It is also something he knows in his own words, which he received as pre-information. Because he said to himself, "I'm not in charge of brains".

"I see."

"His true value must be hard to tell if we're not ready for this school."

"Again?"

He stroked his jawbeard and placed a cup of mostly lukewarm coufe on the butler's desk.

"Okay, let's get the place ready. I'm sure there's some good stuff for you."

"at will"

"It doesn't matter a little, just stir up a confrontation between conservatives and innovators before the festival"

"I understand.... Therapeutic treatment."

"It wouldn't be a good idea to take too long. The time left is not that long."

"Yes. Then we'll get to it quickly"

"Yum. Yum."

The middle-aged man prayed and left the room.

When that sign turned away and eventually stopped reaching. The old man turned his face across the window again.

"Well. Fools bowing to the Empire. We will not kneel in you. [M] I'll never forget it."

I didn't say anything to anyone. Determination. The words of the head of the Imperial Supreme College dissolved into the air in the office.

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Large training ground. I'm afraid this is the corner of the ground.

The students of the third year of general studies dressed in athletic clothing were assembled there.

"I've been wearing jerseys and stuff for a long time."

Taiichi shrugged so looking down at her outfit.

Top and bottom english jersey. On the outside of the leg there are three white lines. Different fabrics, different colors and different number of lines, but since this jersey is similar to what I wore in middle school, Taiichi was sleeveless without feeling uncomfortable.

Actually, this jersey, it's a uniform in the form of a field trip in school. Special granting magic is applied, and the lining is equipped with a defensive junction that activates when an attack strikes directly, preventing the blade from striking directly anywhere in the body. Contrary to appearance, the defense comes with origami.

It is loaned every time at the beginning of the class and must be returned when dressed after the class. It's going to be a pretty good price if you bring it up for the good stuff, but this jersey, no matter how good the grades are when you bring it up, will decide the retention year without question. Besides, the second time I dropped out of school again without any questions.

For the record, it seems to be always clean because a specialist vendor carefully washes the jersey after use.

Forget it.

"I can't believe there's a bloomer..."

Rin gazes at his own lower body. I can't see it hiding in my jersey long trousers, but it's a bloomer underneath.

"That's not true, either."

Taiichi and Rin were in middle school high school in Japan, and I didn't remember seeing a bloomer. They were half pants of different sizes for both men and women.

"No way."

Hitachi turns his gaze next to him.

"No way."

Rin follows Taiji's gaze.

"... what?

At the end of your gaze, Mullah.

"No way, I didn't know you stayed a bloomer down there"

"It's a big service."

Whereas Taiichi and Rin are upper and lower jerseys, Mura only weaves her jersey on top, with a bloomer on the bottom.

Clear white, long legs are sparingly exposed under the daytime.

Naturally, the gaze is quite high, but where is the wind blowing Mullah, who is used to getting attention?

"It's okay. I don't like it when I wear it too much."

Well, her outfit in battle is at least as good as armor. In fact, I'm just wearing the top jersey on my shoulder without even sleeves through it.

If it were to actually move, it would also take off and be a bloomer on a shirt for white exercise.

"You wouldn't get hurt here in the first place, would you?

"Not really, I don't think you should lick it."

"I'm not going to lick it. 'Cause that's why they come dressed in moveable attire."

She is also a girl who has nothing to do with the phrase that everything is not perfect for a child of man, but she is basically out of hand.

It doesn't mean, of course, whoever the other person is, give it all. Fit in with them, while doing sincere things in them.

"Than that, Titi. You're the one who's going to moderate, aren't you?

"Oh yeah. I'm really good around here."

The best way to get fat is simple. Depending on the degree of enhancement, you can control the power you exert.

It's from Remia's training.

"Taiichi. Do you use ares?

"Oh, I'm going to,"

"Arre" means the power of Sylphi.

If you control the use of power, you can also use wind magic within common sense.

"Huh. I wonder if Tych would be all right now."

"Oh. I'm not a bad imitator.... maybe."

"One last word extra"

If you look at Tai Chi so far, you can quickly see how much his ability to control.

Mullah is not particularly worried either.

I fought most of my opponents at a lower level than I did in the first place.

(Hmm. After all, you care)

Rin glanced lightly at the surroundings as he watched the two interact beside them.

Of course we were aware of the gaze that could be directed at us. Is it characterized by relatively little inferior mixed gaze directed at the thighs and chest?

I know why. It would be the weapon of Taiichi and Mullah.

We are here as disciples of court magicians.

That if two of those three had swords, not wands, they would care irrevocably.

It is not a mistake to be a magician in the broad sense because even those in close combat subjects use witchcraft.

Taiichi and Mura are swords.

Nevertheless, if you are a court sorcerer's apprentice, it is not surprising that you would normally expect to be a rear guard type sorcerer like Rin.

If it opened the lid, they would be the blades, so besides the expectations of the three, the gaze of doubt was taken for granted.

(Ma, it's not just the cane that's molded.)

Yes, Rin mutters in his mouth.

If you don't call the proximity subject a magician, you should apprentice Remia. I once heard at Marwalt's meeting that he set up a melee against the sorcerer to attract the flow of battle.

Rin, sometimes I dare to pack my time if I need it in battle, and now that I know about Remia's battle, I want to get to know her wand technique. Rin cannot help but feel that the idea that proximity fighting techniques are not necessary for magicians is somewhat solidified.

"Okay. You're all set."

The starting bell rang and a teacher came to the ground.

A woman with a slender body and a masculine grin. Average height. He tells the story that his appearance and standing are not the same. Rapier attached to the left hip and opposite, short staff with lots on the right hip. I guess she's an all-rounder who does both melee and long-range fights.

"It's a waste of time, let's get started. Remember my last assignment you submitted?

The female teacher is satisfied when she sees the students nodding.

"Same as always, have a mock fight in pairs. We'll be changing pairs in a while. Being aware of your challenges and coming to mock combat. I'm not asking you to fix it right away. But the worst harm is not being aware to stretch."

The female teacher glanced at the students.

"If you don't want to die of boredom in the future, it's fundamental to face the challenge with madness in death. Again and again, basics aren't easy, they're important."

Yes, the basics are above all else. Rin knows a sportsman who kept retreating from the top pros around the world who would challenge him over the course of a year before sublimating the basics to their limits and didn't allow him to fall from the top.

"Then start with those who have paired. Come and ask me if you need anything."

Teachers' words at the end, the students pair up one after the other.

"Mr. Carroll! Please work with me!

"Mr. Eldilla, wouldn't you like to do it with me?

Even at Rin and Mura's source, several men and women quickly gathered together to create a black mountain crowd.

"Oops."

Taiichi pushed out of that ring. "I'm a prettier girl than a bastard after all," he said, convinced one, shaking his neck from left to right, wondering if anyone was there. Then, one pound,

There is one boy with short spears, standing in his absence. Taiichi looked familiar to him. Thanks to my classmates talking to rare transfer students, I was able to have conversations with almost everyone. He's the only one of them who, although he gives me an occasional gaze, finally didn't say a word.

Look around again. No one else seems to be blurry.

Then I'll have to do it with him. Besides, I've never talked about it, so it's just right for introducing myself.

Taiichi turned to the boy with that in mind.

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Acto sighed when he saw Tyler coming this way.

I was going to work with Shelton, who was tense on the transfer student's thighs, but he was working with another classmate at some point. When I realized it, the act was already flashing.

As well as one another without a pair, it was extremely natural for him to come to himself as a transfer student.

"You had a flash, too."

"... right"

I decided not to involve the transfer students.

Tyler is two meters in front of himself.

I know there's no one behind the act who was at the rear of the line while making a terribly pointless hopeful observation that I'm talking to someone behind me. Acto gave up and replied.

"You know my name, don't you?

"... yeah. Tyler Mirak, is that you?

"Yes, yes. And you?"

"I'm Acts. It's called Act-Basbell. Acts are fine."

"Oh well. I'll take Ty, Ra."

Other than Tyler's inadvertent attempt to name his real name rather than his pseudonym, it's more or less a normal introduction.

"Oh, my God. Why don't you do a mock fight with me?

Acht nodded under the guise of calm, trying not to understand what it felt like not to come on board.

"Fine, let's do it"

"All right."

Tyler stepped five steps away from the act, where he swung back and gently attached his right hand to the sword pattern. From the pattern and sheathing, the sword is a steel sword that is placed anywhere in the weapons store. It was a sword that was easily available, but also a testament to the rushing graduation, which required corresponding strength to be handled.

"... you're a magician, but you're a sword"

Drop your hips, stone your spear to your back, tip to the right of your body, and flow diagonally.

For melee weapons, interception.

"Hmm? It wouldn't be weird for a mage to use a sword, would it?

So is that.

says Tyler. If we can use magic, we can all call ourselves magicians.

In the first place, Acts and Main Weapon are the show trans, but in combat, they also use magic, including attack aids. I can't even call myself a magician.

"I see. It's not good to get caught up in preconceptions."

"That's the thing. So, you're coming from me?

"Anytime."

Well. What kind of battle does Tyler have? Ellistein's court magician's apprentice, a boy who deals with swords, with the title. Is the first hand a sorcery, or a sword?

As per my first impression, I don't see what Tyler calls a gap. Piercing locks in battle would go into five fingers even as Acts knew.

Tyler runs out in a light foothold.

(Sword!

Then the corresponding hand will be squeezed. Front, right or left. Is faint again?

It was not five meters away. Until the enemy is picked up for a moment. Gaze at them so that they can handle any hand of their opponent. Round the nerves to the end of your fingertips.

"Huh!"

I don't remember blinking. Tyler disappeared from Acts' sight.

Following his instinct to sound the alarm, Acts spun his body and shook the spear straight behind him.

"Well, that's a good idea."

Tyler's voice and sharp response to the tympanic membrane. Metal hits each other, sparks scatter. There was a figure of Tyler taking the tip of Acts' spear with a vertically raised sword. An arm is attached to the belly of the sword and the impact is completely blocked.

"What... Huh!?

And then its palm opens, capturing the center of the body of the act, slightly below the dovetail…

"Ugh!

The battle and the shock run shortly after.

The bounced act landed one spin in the air. But I slipped to the ground without killing the momentum.

(That's wind attribute magic! Same as me...!

If you look at Tyler while frowning in blunt pain. What the retina recognized was Tyler's appearance with his sword hanging.

It is obvious that the sword cannot be delivered. But I believed more in inquiry as a weapon-taker as well than in such a physical reality.

"Wind's Rotating Blade!

With only a twist on his hips, Acts protruded his short spear toward Tyler.

The sharp wind becomes a cone, and the whirlwind that swirls around it is also used as a blade, the magic of Acts specialised in penetration.

"Air Cutter"

Tyler unleashed was one of the rare and irrelevant, wind attribute sorceries.

But the moment Acts released The Wind Rotating Blade, he threw his body to the left and rolled.

The rupture sounded, my magic destroyed, and the act I felt as I rolled past where I was now. Keep your hands on the ground trying to jump your body up.

"Ugh!"

Yeah, and my body stiffens for a moment to my feet, which I tread so hard in front of me.

And the belly of a perfectly accompanied sword has ruthlessly conveyed the coolness of the metal.

"Is that it?

Flat Tyler voice. If you look up unintentionally, you look like Tyler laughing invincibly. Acto opened his eyes for a moment and then smiled.