Isekai Cheat Magician

"... I see. This is the power of the act."

Mullah squeaks when she sees an act that brings together quality magic, clearly different from before.

"Yeah. Maybe it's reaching B-rank."

Behind Rin's brain are the ballads, the first adventurers to come to different worlds and meet them, as well as the relative knights and court magicians in Ellistein.

It is not if they have reached their level. But it's never far.

It's a lot more powerful.

"This is what Tych said."

"Yeah. If this isn't transitory, I guess I'd be in the top group at school."

In that case, the position of desperately looking for a match, as before, will be reversed.

Acts are in a position to be pulled by being asked to do so by their surroundings.

You can call it the difference between cloud mud.

"Later, I just need to present the power up of the act to everyone..."

Rin says.

Reinforcement of Taiji is a level where Rin and Mullah, as well as even Remia, are not promised victory.

It is true that the act has become dramatically stronger, but it has arrived at Taiichi, and it is also true that it cannot be mistaken to say that.

"This situation is what Tai Chi wanted most. It's okay, I'll make it work."

What battle does Acts show? How will it be challenged? Taiichi is excited to wait for this.

Mullah's right, you won't be messing around this far.

Either way, there's nothing Rin or Mullah can do.

Believe in Taiichi, only watch.

When you spit out the slightest remaining blood in your mouth, the act winds up again.

Earlier, a move that was broken by Tai Chi.

If it changes from the previous one, it should turn out differently than the previous one.

So, dare you, just the same.

Taiichi jumped into his nostalgia in a low position at a moment's clearance (kankai) when Acts kicked the ground.

Exactly now, the moment when the act moves.

Taiichi unleashes the same orbital body blow as earlier.

"Huh!"

It is seen.

It is noticed.

Acts dodged his impending fist by twisting his body.

That is by no means a beautiful evasive action.

But I didn't get hit.

Using twisted body power, Acts made room.

I could only kill you with a little power.

This is not Dade.

Indeed, the power of the act is rising. In line with the increased quality of magic, the ability of Acts is also increased.

Then how about this?

Taichi pays for his arm, like chasing an act that bounced sideways.

A semi-circular blade of wind that flies along the orbit of a swept arm. Take that.

"Ha!

Mood flashes. A swirling wind at the tip of the short spear bounces back the fattest blade.

A blade that flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow crushes the ground.

"You've really changed."

Saying, Taiichi returns the attitude he was keeping low.

There's a grin on that face.

Acts, too, laugh.

"I think I can get a little closer to you than I just did, Tyler."

Sure, the power's up.

Dramatic, you can say.

But now I know.

Still. Whatever it takes, it has to reach Tyler.

Yes, it seemed clearer not to arrive than earlier.

The boy in front of me and myself now. How much distance does it exist there?

Nevertheless, it is not yet clearly recognisable. Blurry, like a pneumonia, it flickers to a place that would be quite far away. To that extent.

But before the force grew this way, I couldn't even see how far away I was. I didn't even know I had pneumonia.

How far away from the superior. Because it takes some strength on its own to recognize it.

(The difference between me and Tyler is not about the level that we can try to fill)

Take a big breath and vomit over time.

(I don't know about the operation, maybe it'll be crushed by the power industry)

To calm an excessively bouncing heart for tension.

(If it's no use working out a plan...... it's infighting from the top!

The act halves the posture so that the dominant leg is behind it.

If you do extra things and get a counter, they'll take some of the situations back in no time.

Specs raised and speed of reaction. I know that makes it look critical. Then this is the better place to bet with a glimmer of hope.

Step harder and kick with a lot of effort into the back handy legs.

Leaving the rising sand smoke behind, the act pushes straight ahead.

Penetrated and protruding cutting-edge as momentum.

Taiichi strikes down the blade part of the spear with a fist that gathers the wind.

Avoid the opposite fist released in reverse, the act tilts its face at the critical point.

If you even hit one hit, you're out. But if you don't identify a piece of paper, it won't be a battle. That's what I set out to do.

In the direction you tilted your neck, shake your right leg up as you knocked your body down, aim for the elbow of the extended fattiest, and slap your nail tip.

At the tip of his toenail, an elbow stretched out protruded as he folded.

sounds tight.

Sounds like a clash between large masses of objects.

The shock stirs and spreads around.

Then shake up your left leg. It was jeopardized by Sweden.

Though infighting, my instincts are desperately complaining that stopping my legs is not a good idea.

The act kicked the ground the moment it landed, as it spun around in Baku Zeus' guidelines.

The moment I take my back to circle in, Taiichi takes it further behind me.

Taiichi tries to distance herself to the movement of her retrospective act. On its right hand side, the magic is compressed.

It was only with some time to think that Acts penetrated as they were. Poking the ground with a spear, winding it up and beating it to the top of its class, he himself strays into countless fragments and fills the distance. The spear, which was poked and stretched, was rotated only by the operation at hand to shake the stone projection down from the top.

"Huh!"

Said.

If you keep going wrong, you can get a distance.

That's not good.

Round your body and go back to the foreground to match the rotating spear. Landing while changing body orientation at the same time. Against inertia, he uses recoil to get away from the distance and head to Taiichi.

Taichi also packed the distance instead of away from the nasty act.

Another clash.

Spears and fists.

Stone clashes and kicks.

A collision of moves, speed and power, so illusory that when a severe earthquake is running.

In a series of glaring movements, the audience, boils.

It is no longer a battle of common sense.

A battle that cannot be fought by humans who cannot handle magic, using witchcraft.

One of the highest battles in this celebration was happening right now.

This is it. What the audience wanted to see.

Those who came to watch the game as entertainment.

Those who have come to unearth the next generation of buds responsible for the future.

Civilians too.

And nobility.

Old, young and old, noble and bitchy alike, were fascinated by the battle and were boiling their blood.

"Zone......"

Rin, watching the battle between the two of them, groaned pompously.

"Zone?"

The mullet who picks up the word responds with her gaze fixed in front.

"Yeah. You've never even had a mullah? My body moved as creepy as I wanted it to be, and I got it so light that the results were interesting."

There was a verse that came to mind.

How difficult it is to carry things well. I can't do that, but I've done it.

Is it really me?

The more I think of it that way later, the more results I've had than I assumed, the more processes I've had than I assumed.

"I don't want to go into detail, but in production, they say it's hard to use half the power of practice and training. I have a lot of definitions, but I'm in a state where I'm fully performing, even in production, that I can perform in practice. I think it's a zone."

"I see..."

It was an understandable story.

In practice, there's not that much pressure. Because you can fail. Rather, in terms of learning while failing, it may be important to gain experience that it did not work.

Conversely, in production, there is a great deal of pressure that was not there during practice. There's less pressure if there's a difference in strength so much that you have to figure out how they can follow you, but it's unlikely that they'll take it all at once if you accidentally lose your mind, no pressure in battles with someone close to strength, etc.

Strong enemies that have been relative to each other.

In every fight, there was definitely pressure.

"Acts say they're in zone now?

It does make a good move.

Good move, not enough words.

"Yeah. I guess not."

If you don't know, or don't need to know, the so-called, zone, you won't realize that you haven't been able to exert all the power you have in production.

If that's not necessary, it's still good.

But if in some circumstances you are in an area where performance is required enough to intentionally immerse you in a zone state. You will also need to train to enter the zone when you wish.

Those who are called superior in the world of battle have the art in their hands.

In other words, for those who do not, the zone state is not intended to be.

"The zone is in extreme concentration. The fact that I could see through the previous unpredictable attack of Taiji showed that I could handle it if I wasn't distracted. So I guess that's what happened as a result of more and more concentration. But if this was a zone, it wouldn't last long. It's only temporary."

I see.

One nod, Mullah turned her eyes toward Acts.

If Rin is as imagined, this good fight of Acts will soon be over. I don't see how an extreme state of concentration can last that long.

Opening a breakthrough by then is the winning condition imposed on Acts.

"I wonder what will happen..."

The purpose has been achieved.

In that sense, even if winning or losing at this moment is decided, there is no problem.

But.

This is how we can compete more.

It would be a waste to miss this opportunity.

If it was Acto's position, Rin and Mullah agree.

Come on, what battle will it be?

The battle between the two is a good one.

The persistence of the concentration of the act can also be predicted to be close to the limit.

Packing the distance he was about to be let go, Acts poked the spear.

Feint with his gaze, a poke that kept him from understanding where he was targeting, but Taiichi showed it properly.

Body blow of counterattack.

With a hand without a spear, the act takes it for a moment and makes it pay to shed power on the side.

Aware of being prevented, Taiichi makes a brilliant attempt to unleash the attack for the purpose of disfiguring himself, laughing and immediately moving on to the next attack.

A shaken leg captures the body of the act. but it also disperses power while kicking up the ground by super-reaction.

"Gu!"

Still groaning at the damage that went in, but it just doesn't fall.

While blowing up in the air, it releases an 'air hammer' toward the bottom.

Taiichi dodges it with a buck spin. Distance was taken backwards at the same time as landing on the foot.

Acts can't let that get away with it.

Build a scaffold in space with "Hollow Disease Walk," and step on it and come to the top of it all at once.

"Don't do it!"

A spear that exhaled and swung down his temper.

Taiichi took it with magic in his fist.

First the impact runs around with the crushing noise, then the foot of the fat one sinks a few centimeters across a radius of about two meters.

"... Huh!

A moment of antagonism.

Then Tai Chi's counterattack.

Acts go with it.

Clash again.

The shock blew both Acts and Taiji apart.

The distance has gone away.

(This time is no good......!

Immediately, try to kick the ground.

stepped on it when the act, Kun.

"Ku......!

The effectiveness of "Windman's Legs" was weakened at once.

Acts that kept squeezing out the full force.

It was already the limit.

I kept fighting with my mind twisting down my body complaining about wanting to rest, but my body made more stops.

I managed to get down on my knees, but it's unlikely that I'll be able to make such a glaring melee fight.

"That's a lot."

Taiichi, who was observing the condition without pursuing him, called out.

"Oh... yeah. I'm not going to be able to go on any further..."

Taiichi snorts one thing.

Drop your hips all the way and let the wind wrap around your right hand.

Eventually it formed a middle sword that stretched out of the back of his hand.

I could understand the strength of the power exerted on that middlesword, whether it be from scratch or from an amateur.

That was all, the pressure was awesome.

"Well, with the last blow, let's put Keri on"

I can't go on fighting.

But it's unwillingness to end up at the limits of your health.

You've done this far, so win or lose, I want to put on black and white.

I couldn't move, so I abstained, and I didn't want the result.

"... yeah. Let's do it. Cry or laugh, this is the last time."

One blow. It's only one blow.

Acts' health was limited, but he doesn't think he can even do that.

Taichi also thinks he can still fire a blow.

The act puts the spear in front of him and gathers the wind.

The wind winds swirling at the cutting edge become stronger.

He grabbed the spear with both hands and stood on his back.

To make sure that the act was ready, Taiichi took out the copper coin in large measure and kneaded it in front of him.

What does that copper coin mean?

Words are no longer necessary, both for the person in question and for the audience.

The end of the battle. The cheer is impeccable, and the audience shuts their mouths out of no-one.

On the playing field, there is silence.

Taiichi thumbed the copper coin.

A hard sound echoed the colloquium.

As the coin rotates, it slowly falls.

Neither of us take our eyes off each other's faces.

The guests watching it spit.

Kin, and the coin fell.

and, at the same time, two people pop up at once.

Until staggered for a moment.

The two crossed and passed through each other.

Taiichi swung through the sword of the wind.

Acts that swing through the score.

There was no short spear in his hand that fought this match with him.

A spinning spear twirled through the air, of Taiichi and Acto, pointing back at each other, just fell in the middle and stabbed him on the ground.

Noticing the loss of the familiar feeling in his hands, Acts dropped his gaze on both his own hands.

Acto smiled, looking forward resolutely.

And turn to the fattest, a word.

"We lost."

I told him.

The audience cheered the most today for the settlement of one of the best fierce battles in this tournament.

Winning or losing was decided.

The winner is Tyler Mirac, an international student boy who came from more than Ellistein.

I'd say you're right about the Lower Horse Review. Just look at the results.

But it no longer makes any sense, such as winning or losing.

I'm not talking about that dimension.

Act-Basbell's stock soared in this game.

We can say that we have built a solid position in this school.

Yes, no longer, so much so that it seems to have no effect whatsoever, such as half-bullying or isolated work.

Even before this game started, he said he bit his teeth because he could already see it would happen, but in the game with Tyler, Acts made that position even stronger.

Again, we have to hit it.

Give me that hand.

I guess the other side also allowed the execution of the hand they had put on hold because they thought they couldn't break this situation if they went back to school.

Then you will no longer get lost.

There will be casualties, but there is no choice.

If we don't, we can't get rid of the act.

(yeah. no matter what hand you use, the act is, that beastly little girl has to end)

And then, in the corner of my head, I said, "Why do we need to get this far?" I thought someone had asked, "but I pushed it in the back because of my mind.

"Start."

Order the side service behind you.

After bowing his head respectfully, I can see he quietly walked away from the spot.

"That's it. Act Basbel."

The girl laughed niggly.