Life with my Little Sister

Chapter 511 Practical Practice Examination

People gradually gathered in the venue where Alto Cranput would be shown.

The VIP seats include Marquis Claustel, the grandfather of the village daughter, and Marquis Bailefeld, the grandfather of Miss Isabella.

There's someone at the top of the building ahead of the vestibule.

And the building with the curtain came in.

I don't know.

It's really a little shadow.

But the way of walking is magnificent, and there are things to do.

It soon became clear whether it belonged to the village daughter or not.

They noticed us there too, and I felt like they waved at me.

The kid always stares at me with a twin wand sorcerer.

It seems that Mr. Malhelit is not on both marquises, but on the village girl's escort.

(No.... Isn't that all...?

Someone is being transported across the curtain.

I'm sure it's someone who can't move on his own.

Is that sweet mother over there?

Probably came to see "My Daughter's Friend."

The figure who was waving at me immediately approached "that person".

The distance that could not be approached is such that it can be approached.

I was kind of happy that I was naturally happy.

In addition to Philomena and Tordi, there is Gregorio, the skinhead on the ringside.

He is staring at me nicely.

Apparently he liked it unilaterally.

It's called a pug marion, it's called this guy, it's just getting weird...

(So.... Why are there three magicians on the ring...?

Philomena, under my gaze, is shrugging her shoulders.

So I figured it out somehow.

This is the same situation that Miss Isabella encountered.

You're going to beat me from the beginning, and I want to see what happens in it.

But even if you expect me to have the guts like that drill.

In the first place, Abel trains me every day, so I'm on time for that.

(The security is tough, but there aren't many 'spectators'....)

Someone 'up' with both Marquises.

The village girl over the curtain.

And the ringside.

Looks like the handsome knight Farentein joined the ring side.

And the girl with glasses, Ruth.

But I can't see the Pugmarion.

Does it mean we're going to play him somewhere else?

(Some of you don't know....)

He's a magician-like man, but I don't think I've ever seen him.

However, as soon as they arrive and go to Gregorio's side, they may be part of that "nuisance group."

I hear their interchangeable words.

"Wow. Is that the boy...? I heard you're a water specialist magician.

"That's great. Water magicians have a lot of trouble in every field. Whether it's the reign of the world or the turmoil, it's always going to be active."

"In addition, I heard that he also uses rare derivative magic, ice systems."

"Dear Left, it's hard work. If you give us a name, more people will be able to save us."

Last but not least, loud.

Or maybe he was gonna tell me.

But I hate you, but I'm not on the "good" side.

I decide to use my card for my family.

So, even if the skinheads were a great crowd, I wouldn't have participated.

Next, three magicians on the ring greet me.

They seem to be ordinary good people.

But it's hard to remember any more names, so if you'll excuse me, I'll let you call me ABC.

A telegram came from somewhere and told me to start.

After all, the color of the fur is very different just for this test.

Alto, good luck.

"Be careful!

Trudy and Philomena seem to support me.

Gregorio sounds like "this side," but that's okay.

Practical examinations begin.

The rules are almost the same as the magic test.

At the same time, three people started chanting.

I wonder if you're the only one who speaks fast. Because it seems like a rare ability, fast language.

Mr. B, a high-speed speaker who had finished his chant earlier, fired a rubble of water.

It is clear that the goal is not to "defeat," but to "hit," and "stop."

It is a little attack, but if it is eaten, it will be subject to a point reduction, and it cannot be avoided.

In the meantime, Mr. A and Mr. C will complete another magic trick.

(Thank you for saying "water bullets" when you're shooting at me....)

I spread the water magic wall forward.

Focus on preventing Mr. B from attacking.

No, 'dedicated' is a little different.

We should say we're preparing to go downstairs.

While doing so, it seems that the chanting over there is over.

He had a magic trick on me.

(Mr. A has three big water spears? Mr. C is going to make a lot of water bombs and scatter them all in pieces, right?

Mr. B's attack is still ongoing, and he's going to nail me.

And the two of them are going to go around the side and take it out of the place without the magic wall.

(Isn't this a normal number of violence? Depending on the magic you possess, you will lose without being able to do anything...)

Is that okay? Practical exam.

But why doesn't everyone look like they're done?

At least if I were on the side of the game, I'd look like a snowflake.

With no hesitation, they fired water magic.

Yeah, water.

Everyone, water.

Did you care about me?

Or were they magicians who happened to be good at water?

In any case, there is no problem with 'water'.

(I seem to be a water specialist magician after all!)

Tong Tong, trample the heel.

Shaping magic is already over.

At my feet.

From both sides, a water tornado occurs.

The attack by Mr. A and Mr. C was swallowed by a light blue tornado, which made my magic even bigger.

And that doesn't change the water magic wall.

The walls of water that continue to be attacked by Mr. B grow larger and thicker.

"Mi, did you take in the magic of water...!?"

Mr. A is screaming.

But this is a natural choice.

Anyway, after this, the battle between the "White Magician", who is clearly known to be superior, and the unknown two-sided girl is waiting.

It's only natural to save your magic.

(This is what a Rolf did, isn't it?

Launch the tornado.

Aquatic magic with an integrated offensive defense pushes through without taking any extra attacks.

That's enough, too.

Turn the water magic wall into a tornado.

This guy is heading for Mr. B.

"Eh...!? Converting magic already established as a magic wall of water into another magic...!?"

I don't want to spend too much money, but I'm slower than I am now.

The longer the fight lasts, the more magic it consumes.

You should catch it in the short term.

(That's why I added the tornado....!

Each ABC is preceded by an increased number of tornadoes.

If you can push me out with this, that's fine.

If it is to be done, will you give me a great reference to that method?

"Nh...! Nuuu...!?"

Mr. C seems to have deployed the Magic Wall.

That's why I'm stepping on it.

If you don't support it with magic, it's only natural that the magic walls will be pushed out.

(It also means "feet are stopped")

The water scattered from the tornado crawled to the bottom of Mr. C's shoes.

"...!? Wow...!

Suddenly his feet slipped and fell.

At that moment, the tornado turned into a current.

Push it outside the ring.

That's two to one.

"Uhhhhh...!

Mr. A seems to have chosen a path of escape - a path devoted to avoidance.

But then, you won't have time to chant magic.

Multiple tornadoes blocked the road and drove it in.

"Right there!

"Guaa!?"

I hit a ball of water about the size of a volleyball, and this one rings out.

The remainder is Mr. B.

(Yeah, good.)

The evasion was with Mr. A, but the tornado hit another kind of magic, slowing the progress slightly.

Looks like he's escaping a slow tornado.

His mouth keeps moving busily to chant.

I suppose you left the fast language behind.

(Aren't you tired of talking...? Do you train your mouth and throat to speak fast...?

Either way, arrow-high-speed language is strong.

But if it's one-on-one, we can push it too.

The tornadoes that were sparing time on the ring narrowed down tightly.

- You noticed.

They figured out our intention to crush it as it is.

Mr. B stops running around and approaches us.

Looks like they're going to find a way around the short-term finals.

Quick judgment, witchcraft, speedy language, and this guy's got one head out of the trio.

But I've been fighting brown goodies.

The opponent is already at a distance.

In a quick look at the ringside, four people smiled: Ruth, Philomena, Gregorio, and Farentein.

This means that these four people know what I'm going to do now - no, they know what's going to happen.

At the same time, I don't think this (...) will make sense to these people.

"Uhh!?"

Mr. B slips his feet.

Every time, it's Alto Cranput's "Water Puddle Operation."

Simple but effective.

If you step on it, it's all you have to do.

Mr. B falls with Zuden.

The brown good-looking man continued his body trick with his curved movements even though he was out of balance, but the arrowhead was probably just an anomaly.

After extruding with water flow, Mr. B also rings out.

Now all three have gone out.

"Until then...! Alto Cranput is victorious...!

The umpire will tell you.

Should I say that it was good that it was settled without prolongation?

"That kid, even though it's three against one, just snapped in a flash...!?"

"Is that the specialized type of water magic...?! It's an amazing skill...!

"I want... I wonder if we can get them into our squad...."

The security knights are saying something. Don't you have a bad dialect?

"Excellent. A magician like you knew that you couldn't beat him from the front."

Marquis Claustel - the grandfather of the village daughter slapped her hands.

The old man Caspere sitting next to him looked cold before and after the match. I don't know what I'm thinking.