Perfect new magician enrolls in a magic school in the world 1000 years later, the legendary stronges

"--I don't want you to lick it. Even if it looks like this, I'm going to be judged by my opponent's abilities. --Besides, I think I'm fighting you. But..."

Rio erases the callbranded sword he gripped.

"For you, I don't have to use special magic..." It's an outrageous humiliation for me, Gilford Eura. "

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! That's not what I meant, the other way around! It's because of you..."

"No, it's not. That's what you're doing."

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Sure, if you ask me, what I'm doing is telling you I'm not dealing with Riol.

For Riol, it's nothing but humiliation that I don't use eccentric magic.

He is a Magic Swordsman. Descendants of the Riole family that have existed for thousands of years.

They chose to die if their enemies taunted them and pitied them. They were such a race for thousands of years.

I wasn't supposed to be convinced of this way of doing things.

"... you're strong, Rio. Better than the other students. That's why I don't know what I'm going to do with you with this weird magic. Still..."

"That's the fight, isn't it? I've been looking for someone who can really knock everything down. I think I could risk my life fighting like that-- I saw it in you."

Riol takes me seriously.

The man in the strongest seat of his generation may have wanted a good opponent.

It might have been easier for someone like you to live a thousand years ago.

And after understanding my abilities to some extent, I'm still looking for a fight using special magic.

Battlefield... Yes, everyone fought desperately on the battlefield in the battle of dying if one step went wrong.

That's why all the magicians of that era were strong.

In this era of peace, this kind of tournament may be as valuable a place as the battlefield we ran through back then. I'm not fighting for memories, I'm proving my worth with my life. A place where you can test your power, where you can really bump into each other. Never a single battle.

I may not have felt the same way about them yet.

Maybe you haven't grown up yet from the alley where Dorothy and I first met.

"... I didn't really understand a man like you."

I thought that Riol was a self-centered guy who always looked at things cool and calm, but... the roots seemed completely different.

I didn't hate this kind of muddy smell.

Rio shook his shoulders slightly with astonishment.

"We're not friends. If you understand now, that's fine. - My name is Grim Rior. He's the strongest man of his generation."

Rio lifts his gripped call brand in front of his face and grips it again with both hands.

"I can't see the bottom of your strength honestly." "That's why I don't think I'll lose to you." I'll twist you down with the seventh sword. "

Number 7: That's Rio's greatest meaning.

Probably the golden one I used to fight Loki!

In that case, I'll counter you with magic magic as you wish.

I snip my fingers with daddy.

"I can't stop, can I?

"That's the fight I was looking for!!!!"

Riol's two-handed call brand shines in gold.

A dazzling sword appears.

The shape is straight sword. It's like a knight's sword.

It's a sword with a reality, but the magic contained in it is quite powerful.

A serious audience begins with the Seventh Sword and breathes into its divine appearance.

The venue is completely quiet.

It will be nailed to that glowing lamp.

Riol waves his sword with a truly light stroke.

For a moment, I felt like I was killing myself and flew to the side.

The fierce wind blew through my side, and the ground where I was just now shredded and torn apart.

The impact continues vigorously backwards, and when it reaches the wall, a crack runs through the wall.

The power was undoubtedly a blow to Loki's Thunderbolt.

With a light swing...

"What a sword!"

"This is the seventh sword in the name of the Holy Sword."

Looks like Rio's serious now.

Now that you've been hit by such hot magic, you'll have to respond to it. That's what you call a magician... a man!

No more spectators, no more tournaments, no more ratings after the tournament.

--It's been a long time since I switched it on lightly.

Happy Rio. For the first time in this tournament, I'm switching on the fight.

"With your special magic, this sword...!?

At that moment, Rio jumped backwards without any chord.

You suddenly have a rough breath and open your eyes.

Instinctively, did you feel that my consciousness had switched?

I sweat on Riol's cheeks.

But there was a smile on his face.

"Ha ha ha ha! That's it, Gilford! That's how we fight!

My magic can't destroy anything but physics.

Then we have to stop them directly.

Riole carries a golden sword, and when he closes his distance from me at once, he slashes it with a lot of momentum.

Fast...

The speed of the sword is equal to or greater than that of the white sword.

The speed of thinning without a sword.

In addition, every time I wave my sword, something like the filth of slashing attacks me.

But it's still sweet.

It's not surprising. It's just a sword. There's nothing to avoid.

I will cut off all that sword.

"Kh, it looks like your movements are different now!"

Rio slashes me with a smile on his face.

After cutting up with Rio's sword, he reached out to destroy it.

Then Rio starts poking sharply at me as if he were waiting for it.

A sharp thrust that securely targets the face.

Rio is serious, too.

I noticed when I tried to touch the golden sword's sword even further.

The sword was wrapped in countless slashes. If I touch it, I can feel the magic of my arms.

A stormy defense that covers the sword.

It is difficult to destroy directly by touching the sword.

Then there is only one way.

I switched my aim aggressively.

I didn't hesitate to make that choice when I switched the switch.

I touch the right hand holding Rio's "Call Brand".

A magical faction pronouncing doom floats.

"" Break ""

In a moment, the right hand of the Grimm makes a bumpy and unpleasant noise, and the blood sprays out all at once.

"Guuuuuuuuuu!!

Calm down and call brands fall to the ground.

Riol screamed as he suppressed his right arm twisted.

Your face is distorted by pain, and red blood is spilling over and over again, dyeing the ground.

Screams rise from the audience seat.

The circle of agitation spreads and becomes panic.

"This is...!! The Therapeutic Magician..."

"Stop it!!

Grimm pauses loudly as the host rushes to summon a healing magician.

As he breathes, he smiles invincibly.

Grimm picks up the call brand with his left hand and switches to a green knife and slashes his right arm.

Then, the bleeding that was erupting stopped sharply.

"Hah hah... it's not over yet, Gilford! Hahaha... it's getting fun!