Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Phyllic was waiting for this match card. I thought the strongest magician yet was Jean, although his view of Ars had changed somewhat in the game with Loki. That was all I couldn't give in.

But I could say that the defeat of Loki, who is being taught that as a matter of fact, inspired Phillik to modify his assumptions a little.

That's why I actually wanted to cross the blades. All decisions are not too late from then on. Phyllic was sharpening his nerves at the back even when the buzzer of initiation rang.

If you want, you should have done it one-on-one. Still, this game came true fast against his expectations. So I won't waste that opportunity.

He ran along the wall to cover the training field with a black shadow spreading at his feet rippled.

In the meantime, the students' battles are constantly replaced. Some take the back, others exercise magic simultaneously to cover it, but...

"Oh, my God, it's... it's a lie"

Kalia, who, in a different sense from Filirik, had not participated in the battle alone and had watched it farther afield, overflowed with bosoli.

Ars has not even pulled out an AWR, but one student after the other is blown away.

Still flashes the sword simultaneously that the two boys imparted magic by spinning in to pinch from left to right. But the men who waved stepped (if anything) like they were bounced by something as they let their bodies down.

Karia deduces from the results what happened. I remember martial arts. She unconsciously understands. That just punched me in the stomach with my bare hands before I touched it.

Masterclass trick of distracting from the direction of power.

"Guh!!

"Damn!"

He flies twice as fast down the road where each kick comes from spinning into his abdomen without getting his hair in between.

but don't even miss that moment when a female student exercises magic in collaboration from behind. That was a replacement with a boy student who flew away.

The moment I thought there was a whirlwind around Ars, the sound of rubbing the flint stone, flashing in an instant. Not to let the flames escape. The whirlwind rose to heaven as a tornado of flames.

"Yay!

Karia, who heard such a short breath next door, also spat "good". That's a good one, an inevitable time. As Karia coaches juniors and peers, she has taught that magic can be damaging, no matter how weak, as long as the timing is right.

but -.

Karia looked at the two female students for not being able to hold the tornado to too much blast.

"Don't be alarmed, take good control -"

"Well, that's... I can't. What magic means..."

"No, Senior Kalia, we're in tune!! No… it's already our magic…"

Two female students who explain just their impressions like they don't understand what they're talking about, but Karia had an ominous hunch and stared at that wild tornado of flames.

In a moment, the roar of a tall monster bird echoed.

And it was the giant freakin 'bird that wrapped the fire that made him look like he was flying a blast.

Only Kalia understood while everyone was in love. I felt the difference between the fact that the boy Jean brought was not just a student, as if he was more suspended than being coached by Jean himself.

Regardless, it is also because of Jean's character and his inability to be tough on women. Even in a bad way, Jean is overprotective.

………… Evasion, protective magic, hurry!!

The [Phoenix, the undead bird] who summoned Ars to the barrier that the students who returned to me simultaneously unfolded feathered heavily. The barrier collapses easily to the heat wave, and the students are gently blown away and collide against the wall.

I managed to start it simply because my heart damage conversion rate is the highest. If I took something like this alive, it would wipe out charcoal in an instant.

Must be an intolerable point if Ars and Jean were to find a difference in teaching.

It is now required whether we can overcome that fear. Anyone who gets past this should be able to get high as a magician. It may be those prospects that led Ning Ro Ars to give guidance.

Karia stood up with her headache twisted as she was relieved by the indestructible bird that was going away by lowering the firepowder.

Several students also continue to be held back by their backs.

Ars was concerned about the way he was going to stand up. More than expected, and this is where it becomes the battle that really leads them to her growth.

Karia stared at her own hands trembling.

(Such a monstrous opponent... that attack, coaching?

The attack now is completely dead. It means it's magic unleashed by the willingness to kill rather than die as a result. Karia's hands trembling in small pieces realizing death in the evidence.

"That was Mr. Ars."

"Ah......"

"Would you excuse my earlier disrespect?

Ars tilted his neck because he did not think she had worked rudeness, but he answered without hesitation, "I don't care" after a beat after seeing what dwells in her eyes.

"Thank you"

The words that spin out with nature gradually unravel the body. I don't care who they are anymore. The urge to compete as one magician pushes Ars up to his opponent.

The crisp open eyes swung away any stray heartless.

Short spears in both hands overflow a pale, blue (cyan) light. The way he stuck one hand out and pulled the other in front of his face seemed to have a bow.

"I'll push it!!

One, two, and the moment I took the walk, the first speed bounced to release the stated string packed the distance at low altitude. Combining magic into just a foot walk step to create a phantom left and right, three short spears flashed.

In addition to instant poking, there are two fakes.

――

But Ars kicked up the pattern precisely from the bottom against the real poke from the far end. Kalia's short spear is pulled over the sky in an intense dozen strokes that are likely to even hear metal noises. I didn't have to let go of my hand with a single hair, but my body rises slightly.

No matter how the clothes roll up, Karia turns to her next hand.

"Not yet!!

The gaze remains facing Ars, the moment the other short spear erected made a small ice cube from the tip, stretching face-to-face in a straight line like an ice column lying directly next to each other. There was hardly any error, that's what Kalia's reaction to the instant turn to attack is even phenomenal.

But Ars' next move, so close, but so far away from the rear, was even quicker.

"Not bad, but you're not at home."

"Cah!"

To a foot payment aimed at a moment of landing, Kalia stabbed a pulled short spear of disfigurement into the ground, putting it in shape, and at the same time preparing a huge ice thorn from the ground between him and Ars for pursuit.

Early goodbye to the scaffold I stepped on as if I had been hollow for a long time and retracted greatly, poking one knee.

I immediately turn my face to the other person but couldn't confirm it with the ice thorn I created.

"That's not the end of it, is it?

――

Karia grabs a short spear with her thumb and raises her arms. It was a sign of willingness to surrender against the person behind it.

"What do you want to do? I can show you if you can deal with me a little more."

"I'm looking forward to that, but I can't seem to leave it all to you. You can come whenever you recover. Let me skip AWR next time."

"Oh, I can't take you...... hey!!

Kalia scolded a short spear as she looked back.

but the sky is cut and the alus in a remote position is waving with a creepy smile to say quite a bit.

With a more unpleasant hunch than any more, Kalia put a short spear on the cross, reflectively straight to the side. Saggy, cold sweat tells the cheeks.

"You're lying!?

Almost simultaneously, a tremendous shock strikes.

From the diagonal down, the ice walls raced up to thrust up at an awesome rate. Close to the magic that Kalia unleashed earlier. Naturally, both the density and the magic put there are misdigits.

Slightly pushing her up above the sky so that the short spear you set up seemed pointless.

Her body never stopped until it hit the barrier without the art of forming an ice wall that kept Kalia pushed up and growing.

A clash of loud acoustics pales the students' faces. It would have looked miserable to them who haven't trained at the highest prices from time to time.

I was relieved to see Karia fall as the ice wall fogged and sloppy. Because her consciousness was clear. The highest conversion rate value is not Dada.

Ars wields both arms of the knife without ever seeing the flying calia until the end at an unstoppable speed to the eye. Black shadows from all directions ran sharp tips like tentacles.

Shadows that are finely cut like a cloth cut dance like harrassments and ashes.

"Can I expect it next time?

I made sure to sew the gap between the students and sent them to the person in the deepest part. Then Ars told him to come outside and bent his four fingers.

"You won't be able to afford it any time soon."

Phyllic had his hands on the ground on one knee. It is assumed that shadowy spikes from all directions that were prepared will not work. If you were to surprise Loki to this extent, you wouldn't have taken the delay.

When the remnants of the harrowed shadow touch the ground, they can be stained like they dropped ink there.

Ars didn't even glance at Philyrick.

I giggled inside at a single magician I hadn't noticed yet, and Phyllic waited a few seconds for a comma to stop me from wandering off.

A fireball wrapped around Ars for a moment early. It is obvious at first sight that this is not protection from fellow citizens. This is because the shadows that Phyllic planted were burned all over the house. Schedules were supposed to skewer the shadow of Kenyama from the ground, but it was completely read.

"-!! Fuck!!

And one more thing, you realize that you were obsessed with them and neglected to pay attention. Not even a moment to look back. Phyllic flies back and forth to the side with his head in his arms. There was a small explosion behind it. Get in a good position while rubbing the ground against the impact.

Ars was still bending his four fingers toward us.

"Are you falling short of expectations?

To that dialogue Phyllic had no choice but to bite his teeth. Now I totally get it. Because it felt like training with Jean. A reduction that makes you feel confident that you are being offered a hand from a far height.

I knew I was no match for him, but I couldn't bear to be equal to the master who said the difference in power I could feel.

I didn't want to admit it. I'm the same age as myself and I'm equal to Jean, no, to the fact that I'm showing more rank than that.

In the meantime, several students also challenged and, if taken lightly, collided against the wall. At the same time as it interrupts, Phyllic comes with all his might. It's a waste of time. Because it's different because of the amount of magic.

"[Hellhound]!!

Five pitch-black wolves skilfully drive toward Ars as they jump out of their own shadows.

Ars darkened his dismay at its monotonous summoning magic. I don't even have to use magic to this extent. He responds with a magic knife that mimics a hand knife like he slashed a shadow spike - but shortly afterwards Ars solved the magic knife.

"I see."

The wolves, who remained in the horizontal formation, gradually narrowed their distance from each other and flew to Ars simultaneously.

But all wolves stuck together in the air to form another form. The giant on the verge of swinging his arm down slammed his rigid arm in a silhouette with just a contour.

An arm like Marutai makes the dust rise as it blasts.

"Can you do that when summoning magic is in the same system?"

"Tz!!

Phyllic pulled his cheeks into the sensation of being shredded of his magic. The night fork is finely sliced in front of me.

Physical damage does not pass because it is a misty summoning magic due to the nature of the night fork, but it also requires a tremendous amount of magic to restore it.

A ghost turned into black smoke and tried to rebuild it in front of Phyllic.

The other guy hasn't even pulled out an AWR. I can't believe this situation. Phyllic saw Ars stand flat on the clear tip of the dust hatefully.

He has been trained by the swollen since his defeat in the game against Loki. It is nothing short of laziness to leave the challenge as it seemed even though it was a shame to find that defeat was not in vain.

So we've devised a way to remotely reconfigure the subpoena magic, and we've made further improvements.

"The Night Fork is a subpoena magic that rivals the finest."

One of the students shrugged. Everyone can't close their mouths to the fact that the Night Fork, the finest magic, is so easily defeated.

Ars, who was listening to his ears, advised Phyllic on one thing.

"Sure, but now the summoning magic is just incomplete. Think about it a little more."

"Become!! That it's incomplete!?

If a guy who doesn't know anything about it says that, he's angry, even if he's not phillic. "If I were you, I'd show you" without even showing your usual mask. More magic overflows.

"Night fork!!

Phyllic pulls the Great Sword-shaped AWR out of his shadow and runs in a straight line toward Ars. It is one step inferior to Kalia in terms of body tightness.

Ars set his posture low. Against the night fork I chased through first, not the phillic.

The ghost appears in an instant fogged to the sight of Ars. Bassin 'the air trembled like pinching with both hands almost at the same time. But the sound tells the story of a beautiful clapping sound and nothing pinched between them.

Outside in time, a few steps apart, Ars stood frying. Just like that's enough to avoid.

And Ars shapes his hand up like a hook and nail.

Five fingers make a kamaitachi and cleave a night fork. [Pointed Claw Break "Storm Edge"] is a magic belonging to the intermediate class, but [Pointed Claw Break "Storm Edge"], rolled out without passing AWR, had a superior ranking of power in the case of Ars.

"Hmm?"

Ars questioned his response. It was a wonder that I was just as responsive as I thought I was going to chop and chop as I was earlier.

I cringed with my arms crossed to shelter my face. I felt the night fork laugh as I exhaled a creepy whiff - right after.

He turned his whole body into a mist around the belly of a night fork, from which Phyllic appeared as he drew his sword. The black fog that comprised the night fork is now covered and wrapped around the phillilic.

A thick fog, like the remnants of the shadows, built a covered pitch-black armor. Shortly after he looks like a knight, he dives into Ars' nostalgia in an instant with explosive steps.

I whispered under the visor, a calm mouth, as usual, whether it was a certainty that I took one for sure.

"I got it."