Life with my Little Sister

Episode 173 Level 5 Exam (Part I)

That's why it's a fifth grade exam.

Cover your sobbing sister and head to the venue.

Once you enter the entrance for the examinee,

"Why is the kid here?

"Didn't you get lost?

I hear voices saying things like that.

But from the fact that the attendant didn't come by,

"Hey, that kid can't be..."

"It would be array, after Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, of the young man's full pass..."

That's what I hear.

The most conspicuous thing is avoided thanks to your village daughter, but arrowhead I guess challenging the fifth grade at my age is unusual.

Evil has become conspicuous.

Well, the reaction around here is every time, and if I can pass, so will it be in the future, so I can't help but care.

"You're a prick anyway..."

"What cheats are you going to do"

Normally, whispers that make me feel bad don't bother me either.

Well, it's not true.

Though pure injustice is also in a different direction.

Besides, the teacher is Abel.

I have an overwhelming sense of privilege.

Pass a magic mass measurement with no flavor or temperament and take a written exam.

I have nothing to say to this area.

It was during the practical exam that there was a change.

There was no such thing as a familiar Mr. Tordi.

Were you not driven out this time, or were you just not seeing each other?

Instead, there was someone who had only seen it once.

"Hello, long time no see"

"Thank you."

That was a literary girl-style woman I saw during the seventh grade exam.

Eyeglasses that seem to be in the library, my daughter.

It's that girl.

"This time, my name is Reuce, and I'm the grader of your practical exam. Nice to meet you, isn't it?

"Ah, yes. This is Alto Crane Putt. Thank you for your time today."

Hmm.

Words and tricks don't sound like literary girls.

Is it just Gawa?

No, it's nothing. I've never called myself a literary girl.

"I am fortunate to have the opportunity to see with this eye the prodigy and prestigious, Alt-kun's strength"

That's why I'm asked to shake hands.

I wonder what.

This guy handles it right, but he's kind of scared.

I don't know.

Don't you dare, should I not piss you off?

No, that's the same whoever it is.

Hold hands with the cunt.

He looked idle and impressed that he had an octopus in his hand.

Do you use weapons or do you often hold the rod?

Either way, are you supposed to be from the field of action?

"... that's who I'm dealing with, Ka"

As I was shaking my hand, I heard a strange pronunciation.

Looking back, a young man with shallow black skin stands.

Instead of the youth, he also looked like a 'boy' to pass by.

(Foreigners...? No, could it be called immigration)

Skin color, face, and outfit.

Not much to see in this country.

The man is staring down at me without even a dust.

"That's right, Kashua. Please say hello."

"... hmm"

Mr. Reuce urged me, and he scratched his head like a pain in the ass.

"Kashua, da. Named opponent of your actual moves, Ta."

"It's Alto. Best regards,"

…………

He just went up to the ring and started being flexible.

Oh, my God, he doesn't seem to be friendly.

Mr. Reuce lowers his head instead.

"Excuse me. I'm a bummer. Excellent as the officer in charge, though, because you're sure of your strength, aren't you?

"Ha..."

Are you a teenager or just in your 20s even if you're there?

That's why I'll be in charge of the fifth grade exam, so I'm sure you're really good.

Personally, I'd prefer a weaker opponent.

I say, looking at the manual Mr. Reuce held in his hand.

"From the fifth level exam, you will have a battle that envisages real battle. How many shots does it take to win, or if you eat it, you don't say you lose. If you can decide it's a valid hit even with one blow, that's it. Of course, you can let a lot of them hit you and tie you to victory. There was also a time limit, and if there was no effective hit between the two, I, Lewis, would make the decision. However, I'll tell you this in advance, remember that if you run out of time, it will be hard to connect to a very good evaluation, right?

"I mean, if you don't have a good grader, that's why you're in trouble."

"Yes. I'll do my best, won't I?

Because it's blocked in the manual, tiny with one hand, gutsy pose.

Kind of cute.

"Oi, let's go lo"

Then there is a reminder from the top of the stage.

Is it a scratchy personality?

Well, I don't mind just finishing up and getting into Fee's mood.

"That guy is really already... I'm sorry, Alt-kun. Then, good luck."

"More than cheering, you want an omelet for evaluation"

"I can't do that. Absolutely."

Tap lightly and go onstage.

Kashua and the other guys were looking at me.

Though I don't know how much I envisage fighting in action, it's a lot of swordswallowing eyes...

"Okay, let's get started"

"Just Gawa, Literary Girl," announces the start.

Well, that man, what kind of magic are you going to use?

"- What, wow!?"

It was a moment.

With the signal of initiation, Kashua burst in like a gust of wind, releasing a sharp thrust.

I was at your place.

(Whoa, whoa, whoa. Isn't this a magic exam?!?)

You didn't think about beatings from physical strengthening or boulders, did you?

Seeing the ringside slightly, Mr. Reuce smiles.

I mean, it's okay to fight like this.

Well, there are magicians in the world who say 'specialize', so there will be some physical enhancement only.

(It was good to use physical and visual enhancement before going onstage. Otherwise, they did it all of a sudden...!

"Give it to me, Ka."

A thrust that is rolled out again.

And kick.

Flowing motion.

This does not rely solely on enhanced physical abilities. Clean, combination.

You've got some martial arts skills in this world, too.

I wait for a chance at the counter with a kicking and poking storm.

Of course, I don't give a hand to someone I'm used to fighting.

It's magic to let it out.

I'm not a fighter, I'm a magician.

(Here -!)

Fire a water bullet.

It's an extra trajectory change.

"Nu...... ugh!?"

But my counter just ends with a blush on my shoulder.

Do you blame that one?

Awesome reflexes.

Just being physically fortified doesn't prevent accidental hitting of counter-plus orbital changes.

The very sense of exercise must be out of the way.

Then go on until you attack.

(Let's go, unintentional second round......!

Assuming the first shot is taken.

With the second water bullet, I make a puddle under my feet and go.

On the bottom, keep thin ice on it, so it slips.

"Nuh, ah...!?"

"Ugh...... huh!?"

We gave each other an unusual voice.

Kashua was taken by the ice and disfigured.

So far so good.

But at that moment.

Left it to the momentum of collapse to unleash similar foot moves to an abandoned kick.

If I'd been chronic about falling, I would have eaten it by Moro.

But with Abel's onslaught every day, I can manage a visibly deformed attack.

… although it is very unrivaled by the owner of the enchanting ear, who also attacks from an invisible range.

"Phew...... ugh!

Kashua hands on the ground and leaps.

Looks like you're gonna distance yourself from me for once.

That's good. That's good.

In the meantime, more puddles.

"Even though it's enhanced by witchcraft, it's a motor nerve that can handle my fist punch... Derivative magic of water, which should be of high difficulty, using ice attributes, and no chanting. The amount of magic is no problem..."

Giroli, and the opponent who sees me.

"Try to take one of them, Mo, far beyond the realm of the child... Are you sure, son of a man, Ka?

I think our mother is human.

When you call in the oak, you get very angry.

"Way to go Yi. Magic for attack, Angel U......!

On both palms, distortions appear.

Is that the wind...?

Are you a user of wind magic?

Now, I guess I can interfere with you over there and make the magic itself inexhaustible.

But that's my wife's hand.

You can't be known.

If it's enough to be known, it's better to lose.