Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Whoever hears the voice sounded in the compartment can read the emotions contained.

Of course, access to and from the compartment is free. If that had been a hinged door, it would have opened up with enough momentum to lift the stiffness.

In fact, Ars and the others inexplicably came into the compartment they were training for was a bodily student who seemed weak to see.

It is a luxurious figure even from Ars' point of view. Still, the boy's eyes did have the strength to prove he was a man.

Als' legs had stopped moving by the intruder, Chan, as he held the Tesphere. This is the first time someone has come into the compartment during training, and most importantly looking at the current training, I never thought of anyone trying to make contact. Many students will already know the fact that Tesfir and Alice are getting their hands on first place.

All of them should also raise their voices that it is unfair. Either the grievance is directed at you two, or you ask for guidance from Ars.

That's why I was expecting you to lose that mind if you look at your current training, and I almost certainly thought you'd turn it down.

In other words, this boy was unexpected to Ars.

"Let go of seniors!!

Magic comes from all over the main body with emotions. I guess he's unconscious. That magic was beginning to electrify a sword-shaped AWR that lowered to his waist. It was an unstoppable hostility when it came to intimidation. Still, the magic of translucency causes a thin swing like a twitch.

The rhetoric is intimidating, but as for Ars, there was nothing wrong with it if it saved me the trouble. Because of the unexpected feeling in his arms about the boy's forceful appearance, Tesfir didn't immediately seem to realize it was about him.

but a little bit of shame seems to have struck the junior that he can see this situation, and Tesfir gently pulled Ars's clothes and asked him to drop them off, he told him implicitly.

Ars took a sharp gaze straight through and thought it was the face he saw somewhere. I don't know his name.

It shouldn't be such a serious overlook as to be of particular concern. If that's what makes sense, it won't mean Ars will forget it sooner rather than later.

Therefore Ars did not think any deeper to the extent that he felt that way by unloading Tesfir.

Shortly afterwards he said, "What's going on, Main?," Tesfir asks about the main anger emotions he doesn't usually see. At least Tesfir's main known character was more passive than aggressive, and he was a serious and warm personality.

So I couldn't understand exactly what he was really angry about right now.

The main thing of the day is so much Tesfir clapping out, that's what rushes over like being poisoned by the sound of the usual.

"Are you all right, Senior Tesfir..."

"Ugh, yeah... it hurts a little"

When they line up, they don't even look like sisters and brothers because they're taller than Tesfir.

The main gaze is poured into Tesfir's body without a neighborhood. The face gradually becomes bitter and tense. Too painful a wound. Healthy whiteness and no scratches or stains were found on the skin.

Among them, the red and cracked wounds were unlikely within this training ground. No, I'm only seriously ill within the college consolidated by this protection of safety.

The main thing was, "Let's show it to the insurance doctor right away." That's how I grabbed Tesfir's arm.

"Hey main, wait! Tz!?"

To the junior who tries to take him out forcefully, Tesfir resists face to face from the pain of the wound rushing through by sudden movements.

"Oh, excuse me. Are you all right, sir?

"It's okay, it's okay, so let's calm down a little, shall we? This is training."

"-!! What are you talking about!? Isn't that training? Now the seniors... were exposed to violence only unilaterally, so... this deep wound."

"No, so that's..."

Neither Tesfir nor Alice actually know the truth about this training. Loki said it was backgammon, but the effect is hard to realize. That's why I couldn't say it back well. Because the subject matter, purpose, and everything were different from previous training in the same simulated battle.

For starters, I guess all I can say is that I remember a little relief - seriously, it was false. Most of all, I also felt a clear change. It felt like a deep consciousness and sunshine.

It should probably be the same for Alice, who stays seated. Never before have I felt more alive and dead.

Now I know, but in a one-year extracurricular class, I stuck to life, and somewhere it seemed like something called death was paralyzed.

I guess that's why the two of us now could face those underlying fears. It had a clear view as if the filter had been removed from view just a little bit.

Breathing that exhales itself, its breathing, the movement of the muscles in the body, the circulation of blood and magic. Those obvious things to be overlooked were now sensible with sharp nerves. It is difficult to put this in words.

The main one trailed through the Tesphere and, just walking to a position where he hid it on his back, struck his gaze sharply towards Ars.

"Is that the training of the number one magician? It just seemed to me that you were a senior."

"You probably are, huh? Oh, you're not wrong."

The main gaze on the vernacular is even more rugged, and the fist gripped continues to be more powerful.

Behind you, Tesfir says, "Other way to put it!" I look up to heaven when I say, "etc.

Even the most irregular of all, Loki continues to walk to Alice unchanged so that it is not a minor problem. I guess it's hard to say the inner serenity is around listening well.

"Don't be ridiculous! If I made a mistake, I wouldn't have done the same for my senior."

"Maybe..."

"- Huh!! Don't put seniors in danger with your road trip!

Seeing the color of his eyes he saw one day, Ars remembered his headache, while listening to words he couldn't miss hearing. Had I heard this at school, I would have happily slapped the boy on the shoulder.

But now......

"Maine!!

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It was Tesfir who stood up. But her words seemed a little slow.

For a moment Ars looked out. It was the shadow that moved in an instant to the front of me, fisting the side of the boy with its momentum.

The massively beaten boy rolled unnecessarily down the ground, lifting the earthen smoke to a halt. I immediately woke up and looked to where I was.

There was a silver-haired girl swinging through her little fists.

Ars usually wanted to come up with an answer through dialogue. That's not for the boy, that's the answer for himself. Now I've been blown away somewhere with all the answers.

As a result, even if the substitution setting was low, it appeared to have been converted to headache.

Now you may not have to lighten it up. I don't want to think this is going to eat the call to the president as a rubbish either.

Ars' headache was not caused by substitution, but undoubtedly by the mental damage that comes from his worries.