Life with my Little Sister

Episode Five Hundred Seven: A Milky White Practice Exam

"Alt-kun, thank you for waiting"

Mr. Filomena, who came back on a small run, came holding his hand as if he were a natural right.

I'm already up and breathing, but don't I look blue?

"What's wrong? Alt-kun."

"No, anything. Besides, did that girl go to reception properly?

"Yeah, I'm fine. He seemed a little nervous."

"Really? That's good."

My belly sister is a sober drink in this disturbance...

"Okay, Alt-kun. Shall we go? To see that 'white child' fight."

"... right"

"You're counting on me, aren't you?

…………

I couldn't answer that.

I actually confronted him, and I realized it.

I'm pretty sure it's like a bucket.

What kind of battle does "Pugmalion" play?

"Right here."

Mr. Filomena brought me to a space that should also be described as the 'garden hall' used for park games - a place near it.

A temporary ring is made in that garden, which is visible beyond.

There are ten exams there.

There is also that 'white one' that stands out clearly.

I don't see any other people I know, like Miss Isabella or Mr. Tordi.

"You have Master Rolf...... Is that the better instructor here?"

"Are you a strong magician?

"Yeah, very much. I'm a court magician, five steps away."

The middle-aged man, called Rolf, looks tough.

No sign of relaxation at all.

Seems like the seriously challenging type, albeit the underage opponent's practical exam.

By the way, we are a little further away from the 'garden hall', above the 'watchtower'.

I watched the game from here, but 'the kid' noticed me even from the telescope, so maybe this time too...

In the middle of thinking, Mr. Filomena is freaking out.

"Oh, that 'white boy', didn't you wave towards this one...!?"

Probably shook it towards' me '.

Is that what you think it is?

"Ki, it's my fault - right...?

Mr. Filomena has shaken his head many times.

In the meantime, the students seem to be gathered and given a lecture or an explanation.

According to Ms Filomena, "Fight square" or "Don't give up until the end" looks encouraging and gives a hint that the 'process matters'.

"But you were fortunate that that 'white boy' opponent was like Rolf"

"- What do you mean?

"Practical skills are at the discretion of each examiner. Some people deliberately lose to you and see how you react then, while others don't intend to give up the win from the start and see how the exam behaves in it"

"I mean, who's Rolf, the latter?"

"That's right. There's no reason for a minor to beat a rank magician. Inevitably, that child will have to be serious, too."

You mean there's a big formula to be able to see in your hand?

If that's the case, I'd certainly appreciate it.

"Sounds like it's starting. Is the order of the children - the last one?"

The exams began soon after the scratchy ones were ordered.

"Wow, you got a keri in an instant......"

Unexpectedly, I spoke out.

The children who came to the battle were about seven to eight years old, and even in the eyes of the amateur, it was not a trained move.

I didn't know you would blow such a child relentlessly......

"If you lose consciousness, you don't have to say," Down and done. "

Complete the process.

You want to get up from here and see if you're willing.

"- You cried."

"... you cried"

Did the blown up child hurt? Or were you scared, crying woefully?

Anyway, if you're a ready warrior, you're still a little kid, so maybe you can't help this.

Even then, Rolf instantly kills the exams.

Some of them seemed to work if they were about eighth grade exams, but they were relentlessly defeated.

Of the nine children who stood up and further challenged whether it was shocking to be defeated unilaterally, only two remained.

Later he'll cry like the first kid, or assume he's disqualified and pulls back awesome when he's down with his first hand.

(Still, that guy you call Rolf, you're strong...)

It's a one-sided ravage, so his game time is short.

However, even in such a brief battle, you can see that you are good at handling good movement and sorcery.

Maybe that magician has quite a bit of field experience.

It feels so familiar.

"Can Alt-kun win if he fights Master Rolf?

"Whatever. If you don't know what's in his hand, you don't have an answer."

"You don't say you win or lose."

I don't know, actually.

Strong, weak, compatible. There's some luck to be had, and hey.

"Still, is it that kid's turn yet? I'm sure Mr. Rolf's place is faster than any other examiner's."

"Well...... Pugmalion's turn."

"Is that it? Did you tell Alt-kun the name of that child?

"You have to ask. You don't know."

"... well, yeah, right...?

…………

You have to figure out, the strength of that 'white one'.

(That's also a story if you're willing to do it in person)

It felt like he ate people, so I wouldn't be surprised if he made the choice to say 'lose on purpose'.

"Sounds like it's starting."

As the words put it, the practical skill of 'White Children' was initiated.

Rolf starts chanting, but I don't see him doing anything to Pugmarion. With a faint laugh, he remains standing on the bar.

――

Rolf unleashes a water bullet.

Pretty quick, a sharp blow.

But the white fellow stood by it as if he were taking even magnificent steps with a toton.

(He has a strange motor nerve. Even with all that magic, it would be easy)

As if to say that there is no need to defend witchcraft in sorcery warfare.

Perhaps Rolf can use a fast language.

Uninterrupted, and skillfully releasing water bullets, all of which are evaded.

It's as if on the stage, Pugmalion is dancing.

But it's not funny.

It is a step that can be seen.

(If I suck, my physical abilities may be better than those of Brev's...)

If you're not fortifying yourself with witchcraft, we're talking about.

But Rolf is also something more.

Even if only children attack, it doesn't look as if they're upset.

Water bullets grew in number.

"Master Rolf, are you going to push it by hand?

"No. You'll buy time. Probably going to use another magic trick."

Fulfilling, he creates something else in a fast language.

"Made of water, a tornado... Huh!

A tornado of about two metres, spinning at high speed, approaches Pugmarion as it mixes with water bullets.

If you hit it, it would be just a blow, and it would be ripped off the ring.

And that, two, Mitsu, gradually increases.

"You buried the front with a tornado. Um, it would be the same as the wall approaching. You can't attack, you can't avoid it."

Should I say I can't grow up? Should I say it's a skillful tactic?

This would be a matter of physical ability or something before that.

"Well. Finally, does he use witchcraft...?

The moment I thought about it, 'The White Child' turned this way.

My little lips are moving towards me.

- You want to see it?

That's what he said.

If I wanted to, I'd just show you.

Though this is merely a kang, he's probably going to be able to push it off with his physical abilities, even in this situation.

If I say no, I'm going to win without magic.

(... If you don't watch here, there's nothing you can do...)

I snorted faintly.

Pugmarion narrowed his eyes like an innocent girl.

- I don't have a choice... It's special, huh?

Yeah, I thought I said that.

"- What!?"

Beyond the martial arts stage.

Behind Rolf, the blast went up.

Everyone sees it as a ghost.

But the flames are like fireworks.

In just a moment, it disappears and disappears.

The next moment, the court magician screamed.

"Ugh, lie...? Why...!? Why, Master Rolf...!?"

Mr. Filomena shrugs.

That makes me feel the same way.

On the ring, Rolf was down.

Right beside you, the figure of a Pugmalion with a single knee raised.

From the circumstances, they only assume he knocked him down with a knee kick.

But the problem is' distance and time '.

No matter how awesome your physical abilities are, it would be impossible to dodge the tornado on the ring in the moment, pack the distance, and knock the attack in.

Because it's only been about two or three blinks since "Fireworks" went up. Physically, I can't.

Pugmarion looked at me and smiled.

It was a raw, warm grin, like watching a child who couldn't even solve an easy calculation.

A referee outside the ring is rushing to Rolf.

Pugmalion was slowly descending from the martial arts stage.

I don't give a hands-on exam officer a glimpse.

As if I'm not even interested at all.

"Hey, what happened...!? Hey, what's that...!?"

The woman directly next to me is wolfy.

I was at war, too.

That's probably not physical ability.

He must have really shown me magic.