Life with my Little Sister

Eating and not eating.

The main point of the practical exam is that this is the only quick story.

And if we're going to make "Don't Eat" happen quickly, we're going to have to let them attack us in the first place.

"Ugh, wow... Huh!

The examiner will desperately attack me.

Just say no chant, and the magic battle gives you a one-sided advantage.

Alarming, on the contrary, I guess Osama's strength was still weird when he was a brown handsome guy with a fist fight flying in an instant or a sixth grade exam where he would be paring with a mini demon wall and packing his distance.

Of course, I don't shoot wasted ammunition.

Attack on the protector parts and, for chant sealing, on the face.

All you have to do is make it look like you're shooting appropriately and add more puddles to the floor.

The magic to use would also be good only with water and ice.

"I heard you were a genius, but you just leave it to the unchanging to shoot water bullets...?

"No, if you think about your age, that would be a big deal"

"Dear Left, I can't even see how tired I am of all that sorcery in a row. That amount of magic is worth watching."

A discretionary review continues on the ringside.

Well, do as you please.

(Planted)

The floor is already full of bitches.

The exam officer knows the puddle will slip, so he won't try to get close.

But it doesn't pack the distance.

Probably not all that physical ability.

(Well, if you're going to wait for this one to run out of magic, it's not a mistake to focus on avoiding it)

No matter how much magic I have, I can still afford it at all.

What we can't afford is time.

Valued precious sister.

I want to see that girl.

I want you to finish the game quickly, and good luck, I want you to stick around.

So I decide to just get it over with.

"Ho."

Release again, water magic.

But now it's not a water bomb.

It spreads water from the hose, from my palm, in the shape of a bar.

The floor is wet, so naturally, the water that came out of me hits it.

(Convert......!

Moments, we switch the water to ice.

The water column coupled with the puddle formed an arched ice mass on the martial stage.

"You switched the water to ice!? No, you instantly froze it!?"

"Stupid, it was a moment!?"

I didn't freeze it, I just switched the magic itself from water to ice.

But I don't want them to know that I can interfere with the roots, so I'll keep the cold air scattered around me.

As you aimed, he seemed to assume that you ice it with rapid cooling.

"Even ice magicians mostly just fire the ice as it is. The ability to reach temperatures is rare in rare, isn't it? Not to mention snow and ice."

Huh.

I didn't know that......

But I can't pull it off anymore, so I'll keep pushing it through.

Sprinkle one water after another and freeze.

At the scene, ice barricades will be formed.

If your opponent stays away from the puddle, talk about using it backwards to render it impassable.

Of course, I'm not letting you chant or destroy the ice by firing water bullets between freezing them.

And the siege is complete.

A bee fence made of ice is tough to see, there's no escape, and you won't be able to come this way.

All you have to do is keep firing water bullets uninterrupted.

The examiner raised both hands when he squeezed his hands softly.

"Surrender. There's no hitter here."

Is there a surrender or something? I've never heard of it before.

"That's it. Alto Crane put, pass."

Mr. Tordi will announce the end.

At the same time, the talking outfielders again.

"I've sealed it without letting you use magic once."

"But the magic and the imagination are a lot, but it doesn't feel very vivid...?

"Mm-hmm. Either that or it's because it's close to a force push"

"But how many magicians can fight the same thing now? You iced the ring in an instant?

"No, it's just now. It's simply a way to fight 'Underground' overwhelmingly. Will it work for the bearers of your beloved strength? Do not be imprisoned by visual effects"

"Magic and skill are awesome, but it doesn't feel like something muddy... It's not beautiful."

Appreciation from the field doesn't seem that high.

Well, it was kind of a 'cluttered' way of fighting.

But I don't want to serve the palace, so this will be good.

And when I look at my example glasses daughter, she has a glittering look.

Probably wasn't funny the way I fought this time.

But my goal is to get passed, so you don't have to enjoy it.

If you can get results, that's good.

You could have won without a shot, so you'd be good.

"Mr. Tordie, is it okay if I go home now?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Good luck. Whatever you say around me, I appreciate how you fight."

Opponents also come to the side with ice all over them.

"Complete defeat. It's a big deal, you are. If they say another fight, I don't feel like I can win. It's excellent proof that you can fight in ways that don't easily remind you how to attack."

I'm much happier with the graders' praise than with the outfield complaints.

I only bowed my head to Mr. Trudy and the examiner and walked away from the venue early enough.

Go through the exhibition space of the publication and go outside.

No, I really want to see it jiggly.

When you start looking, your legs will definitely stop, so you won't dare put them in your sight.

What changes into sight is the appearance of three precious families.

They've been waiting for me in front of the place where I'm coming out.

Anything, hold your sister first.

"Fee. I'm home."

"Welcome home..."

My Angel's voice holding me tight is a tear, but it feels like I'm not crying critical.

I have to compliment you on this.

"Don't cry. Be patient. It's great."

"Higu...... eh. Gu...... Huh. Phew, don't cry. Cancer...!

"Yeah. You're fine."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Phew, I missed you. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"All right, all right. Fee's great."

When I stroked him tight, you were relieved, and in the end, he cried out.

But I'm safe!

By saying I endured without crying.

"Fee, you've been working hard until Al gets back, haven't you? A lot of compliments for you, huh?

I don't need to be told.

More than usual, stroke the silver hair of My Sister.

"... Al. Good luck."

And Mighty Char, he screws me.

"Looking at Al, the exams are going to be okay, right?

"Well, I don't think that's a terrible result."

At least, I don't think I'm failing...

"After this, we're going to the Chamber of Commerce as usual, right?

"Right - right. I've got some new merchandise."

Last time, I wanted to take a peek at a magic prop store that I couldn't see properly, but I had no choice.

"Fee. I'll buy you something at the Chamber of Commerce for the reward of good work, okay?

"Phew, more than that, I want you to kiss me..."

With tears in his eyes, he sticks out his cheeks all the time, so he obeys the demands and kisses softly.

"... more"

"Yes, sir."

I'm tight.

Only with no heart.

"Phew! I'll kiss you, too!

Yeah.

Have you been feeling a little better?

"For your mother, after this is the real deal"

My Angel has revitalized me so my mother can drive normally.

Because you like to shop, my mother.

I'm going to buy you a romantic novel because there's been a blatant decrease in plugging from Stefanus these days compared to before.

"Phew, I want to eat the one I made!

And my sister runs her eyes into the luggage bag that Abel is holding for me.

The contents are a new recipe in the name of Bavaria.

If you are in Essen's name, this time none.

It seems to be full of previous inventions production, so unfortunately I decided to drop it off.

"That's so delicious. Al is a genius after all."

It is significant that thanks to the free use of the kitchen, we are able to develop food.

However, this division is now in a leopard relationship, so it seems difficult to sell it at the top.

(I have another piece of food...)

There are two things I have prepared.

But one of them doesn't seem to attract much interest from this parent or child.

You're not going to let me talk about it.

Well, Mom and Fee aren't my supposed guests.

"... I liked both. I think that's a big deal, too."

Abel says so.

I guess there's a difference in lifestyle around here.

I guess that leads to a difference in ratings.

"Thank you, Abel"

"...... hmm. I'm Al's understander."

"Huh, Abel. Then it doesn't look like I don't understand you!

"Meh! I understand, it's just Phew! Ha, ha, ha!

Fee clung to me, and my mother pulled her sleeve.

Abel is smiling at me where the wind blows.

In the end, it's so fucked up again.