Life with my Little Sister

Villy, who rose to the altar, pulled out his sword in an unmistakable motion.

"Hey, hey...!

I raise my voice in surprise.

You know what this one is surprised about, the prestigious aristocrat Dra son let him tilt his neck.

"Hmm? What's the matter with you? What are you in such a hurry about? You think you're gonna give up the exam, coward?

"No, I'm not... What is it (...)?

"Is this it? This is a weapon called a sword. You don't know?

No, I know.

If it's good to lose it, I can make it.

"This is not a magic test."

"But is it ready for action? No way. He's a kid. I don't suppose you assume that in real life only magic is used, etc.?

Ha, or laughing.

Speaking of which, this man was a man who loved snagging.

Rossum, who is at the ringside, exhaled loudly and said to Villy.

"Even assuming a real battle, there will be limits. Use even such a weapon."

"Don't be ridiculous, Superintendent."

Villy blocked it.

"There have been reports that the child has engaged in hands-on combat while in action. I don't know if I can reason with noble people while we do it ourselves in the past, etc.?

Fighting the brown handsome during the fifth grade exam while in action...

That would be really irregular, but I guess it's a good 'precedent' for this guy.

Mr. Rossum silenced with a look as if he had chewed up a bitter bug.

Villy nods contentedly when she sees how it goes, and she turns to me.

"That's what I'm talking about, exam taker. I'm a fair man. Just because you're a child doesn't make you feel bad. If you're going to be in a secondary exam, until you treat it as someone with the appropriate abilities. Or something? You're just gonna treat me like a kid when it's convenient, but you're gonna tell me?

If it's a permissible environment, I won't hesitate to say so.

Well, I have no choice.

If that's what you want, I have an idea.

"Okay, that's good. So let's do it."

"Oh, hey...... Huh! You're so lame... Huh!

Mr. Rossum is worried about me. He's a good man......

"Kuku. It is also a noble duty to educate those who do not know the harshness of the world. Come on."

That's how the second-degree practical moves began.

At first, I thought I'd let him have flowers, but he can't help but take me seriously. Go first in safety.

Because I don't want to get hurt, and Phee and her mother will be worried.

(Water bullet firing......!

Activate water magic.

Good if you hit it.

If you don't hit it, just like last time, make the ring submerged.

Villey uses a sword, so with less scaffolding, it will be harder to do.

"Ha! I'm listening, that you are a user of unchanging magic!

For once, you know about that area. Or did you look it up?

He comes toward me with my water bullet, but I think his body is inside.

Even when I was a slayer, I thought Villy was a little bit of a mover.

(In time, I can envelop you with a muddy wall of water. -)

Evil I don't want to stand out, shall I weigh myself in there?

Already in his direction of progression, a puddle has been formed that has frozen the bottom surface.

Come on, let's get out of here!

……

Hmm? Chanting?

No, this isn't just a chant...

(Fast language...! Rare moves!

Speaking of which, in the interaction with this man, the slayer, he used the magic of costumes and physical strengthening. Is that such a karaki?

Without getting in my hair, multiple fireballs come in cuts.

Except for the brown handsome ones, the exams have been using water bullets with care so far, but don't relentlessly release fireballs if they can't or aren't going to use them.

(Of which, did you let one hit a puddle? Do you know my methods of warfare, or are you just around)

Intercepting the fireballs that are coming at you, there is already a figure of Villy standing in front of you trying to step on the melted puddle of ice and wave her sword down.

Yeah. That's quick.

Grandma, the slayer who kept doing this, is quite powerful after all.

(Well, but-)

When I put my foot in the puddle, I can catch it.

(Convert...... ugh!

Turn moisture into ice.

At the same time, arm the shape and grab Villy's leg.

Don't forget to lower the ambient temperature and mistakenly identify it as frozen due to cooling.

"Noah!?"

Gakun and movement stop, disfigured aristocrats.

If it's a normal test, I'm done hitting the water bullet on the protector here, but would you look me in the eye for a little pain?

Create a larger water polo and wrap Villy's head around it softly.

"Govo......! Gah......!

Oh, it's rampant. It's rampant.

But I can't.

It's water, so you can't let it go.

Plus, even if I try to scratch out the bump, I can replenish the reduced amount immediately.

Substantially, that doesn't diminish.

Asphyxiation sounds so painful, but 'in action' won't help the opponent, and there's nothing more to it than patience.

You're the one who brought up the "rules."

"Oh, brother, hey, hey!

Little Villy is screaming from the ringside.

Well, if my body did suffocate in front of me, I wouldn't be able to stay or stand.

The noble examiner has thrown the sword he had. Probably because my mouth is blocked and I can't speak fast language or normal chanting.

But it's the only thing I've let go of with the power of my arms, so it's like there's no threat.

Expand the demon wall of water and take it with it, poi outside the ring.

"... ugh! …………………………………!

Even though he couldn't move, he couldn't use magic, he lost his weapon, but his eyes seemed wary.

Is that wasted pride supporting Villy, or is there some other reason?

(Speaking of which, the brown handsome guy was also about to fight until the referee stopped him...)

Although I felt something more desperate from my opponents back then.

That's something like obsession.

From Villy in front of me, I don't feel anything that far in the boulder.

Perhaps it's simply, unexpectedly, gutsy.

"You, you filthy civilian! Release my brother now!

A busty boy shouted at me.

But he's still in the game, so he can't do that, can he?

Mr. Rossum quickly tightens his feathers as he boils his business and tries to jump out this way.

"If you go up to the ring, your brother will be disqualified as an examiner at that point, won't he? If it's as it is now, I'll clean it up simply because I had a practical exam." My brother broke into it and ruined the exam. "So, what, it's gonna hurt your house's reputation, too, right?

"Shut up! Get off me! Forgive me! Forgive me, you guys, wee!

"Ha..."

Mr. Rossum sighs loudly, holding the boy with one hand and sticking his other hand into his own nostalgia.

It was a single rope that came out.

He so glued the busty boy around in a flash.

(Ohhhh... It's so fast and technical that it's not comparable to my ropework...)

Vop boy, rolling on the ground like an imbecile.

And the brother also unloaded his arms with Gakun, and only moved with a pimple.

I want to let you go because if you can't breathe, you'll definitely be sick, but I can't throw away the possibility of a pseudo, and it's not multiplied by the signal of termination.

"... Mr. Rossum. Do you still want to go on with this?

"No. Undo the surgery. You win."

When I solved the sorcery, Villy flipped over as it was.

For once, in the magic of the wind, let the air flow into the back of your nose and mouth.

Immediately I heard a voice called "Goho," so I can't seem to breathe properly.

"Ahhh... Sorry about that"

Mr. Rossum scratches his head with gassi.

What are you apologizing for?

Has it been a terrible game to be taken seriously, or have you been involved with this brother?

I don't like both of them, but that won't be this guy's fault, so I can't complain.

(I want these people to forget about today perfectly... Hopefully it won't be a 'edge' on the negative side)

I think it's going to be difficult because the boy in the wind is staring at me like an enemy of his parents...

"Upstairs, from me, I'll keep a proper report. I'm upset that I can't do it, because it's the same up there. I won't let you retaliate. - It's just..."

He said it would be difficult to erase the resentment. I don't like talking about it.

There, a child in a curly state shouted.

"You idiots! I won't let you retaliate. This is a matter of honor for our nobles! Though there would be no excuse for this disgrace! Remember, you two, be sure to destroy..."

"Stop it!"

The yelling sounded like a go-between.

There's a look at you and Villy waking up.

"Ah, brother!

"As you can see, Goho......! I'm nothing. I'm pimping on this street...!

face, looks bright blue but is it ok......?

My knees are trembling.

"Oh, oh...! The boulder is my brother!

"I just did a proper exam. I didn't take the back..."

"Oh really...!?"

"It is. - Superintendent. Our practice examiners have taken measures to attenuate their abilities in order not to cause unnecessary injuries to the examinees. Right?

Keep your blue face and tell Mr. Rossum.

The supervisor's gaze instantly moved to Villy's finger.

And nod with a subtle look.

Yeah.

You're not wearing a diminutive ring, are you?

"So, what about my brother...?

"That's right. I just gave this kid a hand and a chance. This civilian turned it into a thing. Only in that respect should I praise you..."

Are you just going to push it through with 'I didn't lose'......

Assuming the attenuation is true, I think it would have been a big deal if I had been slashed with a sword...

"A practical exam officer is a job to make those who have more than a certain amount of strength feel comfortable losing and having flowers... My brother, do you think I would take a step back from such a civilian?

"No! Strong brothers can't beat civilians!

It doesn't matter who you are.

"I mean, that's the thing. I'm glad you're angry for me, but you should trust this brother a little more."

"Ha! Sorry!

With trembling arms, I untie my brother, Villy.

These two, why are they close?

Damn, I want to see Fee, too, quick.

Waking up, Vop puts a third kick in Mr. Rossum and returns to his brother's side, fluttering.

Villy saw me.

"That's what I'm saying, civilians. This is an exam, and I didn't take a step backwards from you! Don't make a mistake!?"

"Don't mistake the palms you received from your brother for your own strength, civilians!

He groaned like throwing up and the two of them left.

When I left, I felt very impressed by Villy, but I decided not to care.

Mr. Rossum put his hand on my shoulder.

"Good day."

I'm really tired.

In a spiritual sense.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

"Pheeeeeeeeeeeee!"

And grab my dear girl.

My eyes are subtly red, but this time they seemed to put up with me without crying too hard.

My sister rubbing her mochi cheek whispered when she saw how I was doing.

"Good luck to you! Chiu!"

My Angel kisses my cheeks and gives me a full grin.

When I saw this girl smile, I was finally able to pull my shoulder out.