Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

Tesfir broke in between before the junior's apology. Of course, I didn't draw on Fione's circumstances, and it was a good idea that the word was a milder joke than arbitration.

Moreover, the arbitration was first told against the silver-haired girl who had beaten her up.

"Look, you've had enough of Loki. Looks like he's reflecting on the main one, too. Al, too. Sometimes we couldn't be a little tough either. So I'm going to teach the neighborhood right now."

Tesfir holds the wound to hide. Ars had to swallow any more sarcasm too if he saw the energy she twisted out of it. As for Loki, that eye could not be perceived as a reflection, and he would have been ready to be stuck at any time without the stopping of Ars.

Ars put his hand over his head again as if he could forgive Loki's emotions.

"It's not even the outside world, so don't be so sure. I know it's for me. To be honest with my emotions, I have to be an apprentice."

"No, I didn't mean to..."

Moving only with emotions as a magician is tantamount to foolishness, but as a person it feels extremely natural and Ars is reminded every time of his fallen parts. So instead, Loki, who gets angry, tells Ars how human he is.

"By the way, Fia, forgive me, but I'm not going to get that far."

"Ugh, yeah... that would be nice, but that's some way of saying it catches on"

"I have a limited amount of time to break it, too. I don't want to beat you any more. I don't have to break it to someone who's about to die prematurely."

"You have a mouth that doesn't diminish. You just admitted it."

"... well, that kid's right to give priority to those who heal their injuries first. Once..."

The words that followed echoed to block the words of Ars.

"Who dies soon! I don't have the muscle to tell you that, even if it's first place!

Zukazka and Maine walk straight to Ars, shaking off Fione's suppression.

Ars was even interested in what the immature chick would say. I'm not interested, but there are only about a few people around so far who still bump into my head even though I know I'm number one.

Speaking of which, I miss the old Tesfir and the like, and even if I just remember it now, I'm going to turn a blind eye to something pathetic.

"You're not all right! I'm going to outrun you anyway!! Your way only hurts the seniors... so I won't lose"

…………

That's what Ars narrowed his eyes lightly like he was stuck in words. Because silent surprises were really a sight to be remembered.

I wonder why there are so many straight eyes around me that are spotless, it makes me think again.

An immature, ignorant, stupid, yet unbreakable core of will.

It is a core that will never work in the outside world. But still, yes, on many occasions in a harsh world, the agonized did not abandon their companions to the end.

The act may be neglected in a disciplined place called the military. However, they all want to live and scratch to the end to help.

Those who never wither their tears. Even beautiful as a person.

Ars is one of those people who abandoned them. So I should have thrown away even my heart that I find beautiful.

But the same eyes thus evoked still turn a brittle beauty to Ars.

Those who do not even resent themselves for what is not enough, but just dwell in sorrow. What they lack in common is power. Lack of knowledge, gaps in mind, skills and abilities. Even those who have never missed training and have done their best will always face a place called the outside world.

I guess there's no such noble ambition for a boy today. Because his eyes were straight on Ars and he was capturing the redhead girl.

"Huh," a small grin came to Ars's mouth as the main one passed by Ars's side.

"I changed my mind"

The little whine that leaked out on the pretend wasn't meant for anyone, and that was the proof left that Ars had really changed his mind.

Loki, who reacted first, looked at Ars' mouth and seemed to decide to shut up. There are things that cannot be rested on his belly, but Loki follows the care he takes.

"Then let me prove it. If you're a magician, it's not your mouth, it's your power."

"What do you mean…"

In one word of Ars. Maine stopped to pitch. Taunton while cutting that much and not letting the heat cool. It couldn't have been ignored at all, and I guess his mouth still slipped to slip.

in the hands of Ars at the time of inquiry.

"The majesty of the powerless weak does not eat bugs. At least show me how ready you are to be worthy of your prestige. Now you know what that means? Fortunately, we have time."

Over his shoulder, Ars turned his cold eyes to the boy.

It wasn't the boy who answered that provocation, it was the Tesphere.

"What are you talking about!! Mainly in freshman year, even in rank..."

"I know. Consideration is also being given to the area. That's why I'm asking you to be ready. Sorry, but apparently you may not know... this is the one who decides"

Ars may have seen the intention not to give way to the boy. This is something I'm sure Tesfir, a woman, doesn't quite understand. Not to Loki, not to Alice, not to pin.

Maybe it's the will you know because you're a man.

This boy resembles a well-known comrade of Ars. I would do any recklessness if I knew I had no power, but I couldn't easily give up my intentions, to such a person.

Maybe Ars admires someone who can do it. Because I don't want to be a person who can't move at a critical time. My legs don't snap, I think about it. You make the most sensible decisions to yourself.

"Fine."

The main one time he missed his gaze on Tesfir and immediately issued an answer.

"Master Ars, please wait a minute. This fool won't think about it later."

The girl who speaks up, Fione, manages to speak up to stop the fights with clear results. I'd be happy to jump if I could play first place originally.

But because of the hitherto one-touch exchange - mainly only the main one - Fione felt he should say no.

"Don't worry. I'll give it enough credit. I don't need AWR."

Ars then removed his sheath from his waist and put it on Loki's hand, which immediately approached him. During that exchange, Loki felt a small sigh of sigh.

Hands down, main reacted eyebrow butt reflexively to the word. In the end, I didn't rebel about the handouts. There is no need to try to make a difference in strength, and I am aware of the main one.

That's why I regret it, but my mouth was drawn tight.

"The rules are simple. If you hit me just to plunder, you win. Conversely, you will surrender..."

"Become......!!

Fione leaked her voice through her throat reflexively. That should be it, too. It was a good saying to see readiness, and it was the rule behind my dislike for losing to that hiatus because of my main personality. I can't find words in the power of Fione already that just make me pull down the first-place proposal.

I wanted my wish to be over soon.

Thumbs up. Towards the two behind them, Tesfir and Alice, Als went into an additional explanation, even as he had forgotten.

"Yes, the substitution system here is at its lowest, just like these guys. Like you said, if you're afraid of an injury, you can maximize it. If you're a magician and you keep staying in college,"

"... I don't mind"

He nods with a sharp eye at the posterior explanation as if to ask the main readiness.

You can't admit something like that is such a worry is training. Maine asked Fione to signal the order. He took a distance.

The footsteps were stepped out as if to say their righteousness.

It's not like you don't feel anything in your opponent's rank or in the rank of first place whispered around you, even just in the main. He's a civilian who grew up in a family that's everywhere, like himself.

I guess the easier it blows, the smaller it is. A magician who must be Ars to the army and mankind. Compared to that, I don't rely on the main or anyone else as a single person, such a tiny force.

So I couldn't turn down the first-place offer, and I didn't even want to mean it.

"Well, so did you guys... you always did"

The Ars waited for everyone to distance themselves in order to set the scene for the game, but there were also girls on this scene who suffered hand injuries.

Ars slowly peels off his hand as he approaches the front of the tesphere and tightens it so hard over the wound that it marks.

"Ita!..."

I ate my teeth and took my hands off the wound. The blood is still painfully coloring the figs and wounds.

That doesn't mean I'm not guilty at all, even though I've relieved Ars of that. It was inevitable that I would be able to help and sharpen my nerves.

"You cure it immediately. I've arranged for a brilliant healing magician, so there won't be any marks left."

"No! Because the wound is fine. You know better than that? The main ranking is…"

"Of course it adds up. But that's not the only magician. You know that, too."

Seeing an invincible grin on its mouth, Tesfir closes her mouth and again covers her wound with her hands.

Seeing how it went, Ars poked Tesfir's forehead a little with his finger.

"I told you, I'm arranging for excellence, so I need to have a problem. You don't even know if it's a mark, or do you want me to mark it?

"What, you said you called yourself a good healing magician. That sounds like a lot of work."

"Sure, but if the scratch I put on it left a mark, it's like saying it's mine."

In a sarcastic tone, Ars had a thin grin. But the words were making the red-haired girl's face bright red. Maybe it's more red than the wound.

Tesfir was visibly upset by the dialogue of his things, such as Ars, and his thoughts were short on where the hell he came from to talk like that.

"Uh, uh... uh, yeah, who's your stuff?"

"You..."

Despite his injuries, Tesfir's cheeks were gone by then. My cheeks swing against my will. My mouth opens sloppily.

It's just an analogy, but if nothing more, Ars wasn't going to impose on him about healing. Of course, you're worried about junior classmates.

"What about Alice?

"I'm fine. There are no major injuries, and if you spit on them, they'll heal."

"Well, then spit on it."

"See? Is that what you're saying? Ha, ha, ha, ha. You're so callous in your mouth right now, aren't you? Lick?"

Because of the difference in treatment, Alice emitted that with a mouth that carried something black behind her to create a distorted grin - intentionally, though.

The back of the hand to be offered had abrasions.

Of course, Ars never understood the difference about the treatment, but he only found out that he was now on the counter for his dialogue, at least.

"Shh, sorry. The affected area means keep it clean, so"

"Huh?" Hatsumi and Alice raise her hand to show her willingness to understand.

In this exchange of hands with Alice, the question arises as to whether there has ever been an increase in armaments in the past Ars. Compared to before, Alice...

- Alice has changed. The distance is closer, no, you don't hesitate anymore?

Imagine being frightened somewhere, but I guess Alice has still changed dramatically on the inside than before. That also showed up in this training.

Maybe she knew. No, I know. I don't know if Alice's past is letting that happen. I do understand death.

Let's get started.

When I looked back at the boy, Ars' nerves were moving into combat position in a different way.

Fione looks like some frightened little animal who asks in the center for both preparations. But you made up your mind, she lifted one hand lightly.

"Here we go!" he waved down in momentum.

But Fione felt the wind cut right in front of her at the same time as she said so, "Eh!" or a thin scream.

The boy, who sets the sword-shaped AWR for lending to match the center of his body, infuses his magic with all his might.

He did not take his gaze off his opponent for a moment, but put his intentions for battle on that sword beyond his immature consciousness.

But at the same time as the signal to start, the main felt a shock in his face and blew away. The face jumps to that shock, and the blunt pain goes through the brain all at once.

At the same time as the start, Ars stuffed the distance from the main in an instant and slapped him on the defenseless face.

It was not slightly out of the main view, and it suddenly struck.

Straight line from the front. In the shortest possible time, Ars struck the boy with a relentless blow. That was totally pointless to the Ars opponent no matter how he stood up to it.

The boy was blown hard in less than a second from the start.

…………

Even if the AWR doesn't work, the power difference between Ars and Main doesn't fill in at all. It was everyone on this occasion who recognised it, and those who saw it from the gallery remained the same.