Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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- Shit! Shit!

The boy, who overflowed his heart with bumps and anger, was unintentionally spreading hostility around him. The bugs seem to be living badly. The cause is ultimately simple and due to unacceptable consequences for the boy.

Hairstyle that makes you feel like you've been cut in a circle, with eyes caught under that forehead - Schult was walking in the middle of the hallway. No other students get into the horizon and either perceive the boy's grumpy aura or avoid getting too involved.

things go back about an hour. Class of the day, the last subject was practical skills. No matter how poorly acquainted Schult he was, he was at first sight because of his ranking only in practical skills. That said, it's always the two main or Fione he deals with because of it.

But Fione hasn't brought AWR since then, and he never even attended class. My previous AWR, which I liked so much, was indispensable and cared for every day...... Schult did not particularly pry against Fione, who tours outside a single mosquito net.

Because not everyone liked it and wanted to deal with low rankings like the two of us.

In a way, it's just making connections, and two of the top Tespheres and Alice in sophomore year have connections to single magicians, just to say.

It's too far off the edge, but in fact it was fruitful - it should be.

The reasons why Fione is depressed can also be considered somehow. No, I couldn't hear it from where Schult was watching the game until what happened. But I'm sure something happened on that spot.

Schult turned to watch the game, abandoning the two of them as pawns, but the words told to Noir there have become exactly the reality, and they are making him angry.

Yes, Schult was hunted down by the mainstream in his practical skills class. No, they beat me correctly. As Noir said, 'It's easy to understand if you put it this way... you'll die sooner than the miscellaneous fish over there' became reality.

"You can't be allowed to fight like that. I should have won."

To the extent that I only had a single magician unravel me once, more importantly, I just got hit by a bump.

Even so, Maine distinguished between what could be avoided from the myriad of magic that Schult unleashed. It was an attack of abandonment, so to speak, but Schult's aim, which was adjusting the power of the magic itself, was well discerned.

At the same time, it is Schult's usual means of expressing magic innumerably and instilling as much magic as it can reliably take down in a concentrated fire. Magic tweaks - so to speak, Schult is out of group in his freshman year. I don't make entrance exams or top grades.

It was a tactic according to my total magic power, no matter why I was taking such a roundabout. Schult incorporates other methods of dazzling and dispersing consciousness as tactics. But at the end of the day, you leave a trump card that's sure to bring your opponent down with that amount of elaborate information.

The main thing was to avoid countless magic. It is also often a matter of time before we become jilli poor and end up with unilateral developments. After that, the main one persists in trying again and again.

But not this time, the main thing has been to hit and offset my naive magic instead of seeing or defending it as inescapable. If that's all it takes, Schult's win won't work.

but the main thing was definitely dodging whether Schult was only letting his whole nerve pour into the one stop blow he was keeping warm. In the end, it's damaging, but it's not a decision hit, and at some point the main thing was scratching down to Schult's nostalgia.

It was such a humiliating tabernacle that he protruded his sword and stopped it at his neck. At the end of the mention, he stunned himself with it and poked his buttocks at it. Schult turned bright red to his ears, but shortly thereafter he retrieved his sword and squatted whether the main had also reached its limit.

Hold down the comet as if you had caught something cold in your mouth all at once.

It goes without saying that the wins and losses seen from the side were the draw. However, Schult himself felt completely defeated. That way of fighting lies with the magician. Seriously barbaric. A magician is a magician because he deals with magic.

In that......

- See you then...

Some attacks are a tactic of warfare that blocks your sword until it reaches you in time. But if that was actually a battlefield without a substitution system, surely Schult would have lost his life.

Most importantly, the main thing would have been immobile by the time the last knife was stuck in Schult's throat in action.

No, I should have avoided any fatal injuries. I guess that's why I was able to move even when I pressed my headache. Above all, I don't know about winning or losing if they dodge the blow I let go with the intention of definitively claiming.

It's not like the main thing has been a sudden improvement in magic and physical skills. It's almost the same as before. Even though it is, as the 'one head falls out' noir said, victory and defeat draw with a four-digit shrut.

- What the hell did you do? No way even Fione...... no, that's too much to think about. Damn...... damn......

"Shit!!

By the time he realized it, Schult was fisting the wall to leave his emotions to him. Once again, the word 'bibibili', which Noir told me, passed the back of my brain.

Your rank as a magician is open enough to isolate you. Even though it is, it doesn't even make me challenged to not know wins or losses. I had myself too sorry to laugh.

You thought it was the one who sucked at self-harm, leaving Potsung and Schult in the hallway and people's signs disappearing.

Shrutt, leaning down in disillusionment, "Let's go home now" shortly after he headed to the stairs...

Shoulders collide with those who unfortunately come from the other side at the bend. That's far from being a light bump, and Schult was pulled a couple of steps.

Schult, who had a bad place for a bug, didn't get a word of apology out of him aggressively. Often times like this, it is interpreted in my favor, and I just stare at myself as if I had nothing to do with it.

――――

"Sorry about that. I was thinking a little bit."

Schult clogged his throat and opened his eyes to the words of apology unleashed on him.

"Ars, sa...... n"

Schult was stunned by his own voice, which plundered out. There seemed to be a little resistance because Fione used to call it honorable. No, more importantly, I probably felt like I was distancing myself by naming myself. Either way, it wasn't the way I was calling it I was practicing in advance.

"Al, I need to look right in front and walk... sorry"

Schult breathes again at the silver-haired girl who peeked into her face from next door. I had purchased the information as a single magician partner in advance, but I couldn't believe it.

I hear you have to be the right strength in the military, such as a single partner. One of the best detective magicians in the country is chosen.

That's one thing up in the school year, so from Schult, Loki is out of standard again.

- When it comes to being single, I don't think it's strange to have a concubine.

Schult said to the girl, who looks slightly younger, "Yes, I'm fine! You're welcome to excuse me," he lowered his hips and bowed his head.

She is a man of equal strength with the noir that Schult admits she is. Then there is no need to push that ranking.

Ars, who made a sinister face when Loki threw him a novel, dropped his gaze on an invitation he had missed chillily.

I guess Schult was blurred because of some concern with the insight eye in front of him, and I'll make an evil push. Technology at times like this is still an essential ability as a nobleman. At the end of the bend there is a staircase, which must have come down, I can predict. Perhaps he was also running errands for the president of the board of directors as a matter of great consideration.

Fix it with a tentative first social smile.

"It's me, I'm sorry. Apologize, but let me invite you home next time."

For a decent greeting, Schult did enough to want to give himself a passing score. Of course, it is as a nobleman, and as an individual, it has a slight sense of other manners on its nose.

"Oh - that's fine. I don't have any chili."

"Oh, really? That's right. I said something nasty."

Schult was less discouraged, though he expected to be turned down. Yes, I am, only I know unilaterally, and I am only one of many others if I try from them.

Loki, who follows one step behind Ars, who starts walking, meets small and walks away from Schult.

- What the... I didn't mean to say that.

A fist with no scratches was created for my incompetence.

"Ma, wait!! What the hell did you do to the main thing!! To me too... could you please professor me too... please"

Schult realized as he spun that the desperate appeal was a terribly stupid wish. But there are things that cannot be crossed just by the way of looking and imitating.

First voice, maybe the reason for spinning it out was just willful. Bibili, what a defamation you just wanted to break.

But...

As if uninterested and frightened, Ars turns his gaze over his shoulder.

"I don't like it. I mean, who are you?"

――

Shivering his shoulders in a vicious manner, Schult strengthens his body like a small animal.

Did you feel sorry for such a junior student?

"Al, haven't we met once? Noir."

Loki's explanation was just a help boat for Schult. Not a mud ship, not a raft with a combination of trees. It was a single voice that seemed more reliable then anything else.

"Oh, the guy who was watching Noir when he was sigoating on those guys"

"Yeah, he seemed to watch it again and again after that. While I'm fucking with you."

…………

In fact, it's true that I was trying to steal a look at Kosovo, but the problem isn't when we first met. Its tenants, even called the heroes of humanity, returned to the College and became temporarily noisy. And then it's only been a few days, so it's still new to my memory.

Not that first encounter, but the second time as a shrut. He was talking about a training ground where he used the main stone to dump it. It is very embarrassing as a shrut to have been noticed rather than.

Schult leans over to block his sight with his forehead.