The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Rockweiburn has been unable to set a goal due to good dispersion, and so far, he has managed to escape.

"What a waste."

Look at their fight, that's what I felt first.

Put magic on the magic ceremony. Everyone's behavior is refined (spineless) and there is no disturbance. Perhaps this is not a talent. It was worn at the end (even) of distracting smelting (renma) from an early age.

'Repetition' - it is the most important and worthwhile act for us scientists.

Young scientists want to put their iteration-based knowledge at a lower level and gain more knowledge of sixes such as talent and intelligence indexes. Because I'm smart, because I have a high intelligence index, I yell out loud that I can do more advanced research.

But God in the name of science is heartless. The brains and senses that I thought were supreme did not play a role (usually), and the results did not match, and the research immediately went up to the reef. The more seriously you immerse yourself in research, the more unrelentingly you realize that you are a very different human being.

In contrast, Ronaldo and the others know the importance of iteration, but do not understand the value of that knowledge. These people weren't on our side of science.

Because for scientists looking for reproducibility, knowledge is everything. The itinerary is only a process of gaining knowledge. The very act of denying it leads to self-contradiction.

For them, magic is not a discipline, but a sport that consists of a rare talent and bloody smell, or a muscle-like perception.

"I changed my mind. Get together again."

I bind (cum) Rockwyburn with Wind Fighting.

All of a sudden, students are blinded (blurred) by the lockwyburn that stiffens their whole body.

"I'm not free either. Get together again."

Again, force and instruct.

"Oh, you, that's..."

When Alan comes to me like he was bounced, he questions by fixing his fingertips to one of the big lizard statues that still doesn't move.

"You're not getting any better."

"Hey, what the hell!"

Ignoring the furious Alan, I keep talking.

"Magic is not talent, it's academia. First, change your misperceptions of your fatality."

I turn to the whole of Rockwyburn, with my right hand palm,

"'Seven blades of wind, obey my strength and be the wheel of battle'"

Seven winds of giant chakram suddenly (clinging) to the atmosphere cut off Rockweiburn's limbs and head even as it rotated. Wyburn happens to fall to the ground in shattered sand.

Uh, have you broken it? Which way, for the students, the three Rockweiburns are a little heavily loaded. Assuming I teach, it would be sophisticated to destroy the whole thing alone. Even if you do a little handing and tipping, it's good.

……

Alan, who pampers his mouth silently, and Ronald, who stares at me with a fate and a serious face to work with.

"I say no, but this is not a new kind of magic, it's the [wind blade (wind cutter)] that you guys used earlier."

"Don't lie to me! The power, the shape, everything's different!

"No, it's not. If you're willing to manipulate the [wind cutter], you should also handle the current type of improvement."

"When we... what about that?

"Oh, this is your beginning. Branch point. And choose. Do you pursue the knowledge of magic guidance, or are you drowned by the word" talent "and give up thinking?"

This time, I give the seed of magical knowledge. It's up to them to sprout it.

I begin to teach them that most underlying knowledge.

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"Now! Wind Barrier!"

The two rears who were starting to chant to Ronald, who pushed himself, activate the barrier of improved wind (windbarrier) towards their forelegs.

Originally, a poor windproof wall won't come true to stop the Rockwyburn giant. But with this improved type of wind barrier, we can expect to be effective enough if we don't even get the timing right.

As soon as Rockweiburn raises one leg, several (go) blocky wind cubes collide as if they were giant hammers.

[Fireball (Fireball)] and [Wind Blade (Windcutter)] released by the other four simultaneously become wind blades wrapped (from) the mating flame to the rock-wyburn, which rolls even as the balance breaks (crumb) and soars up, and profoundly chooses (eggs) near its neck.

Rockwyburn's weakness attribute is wind. There, the fire is wrapped in perfect timing, greatly enhancing its power.

This is the guy called pseudo-fusion magic. Briefly referred to as fusion magic, fusion required some magic formula modifications. Did you do what I instructed you to do perfectly in the bump production? Again, these people are funny.

"Nine blades of wind, follow my strength and be the wheel of battle."

Nine windy chakrams released from Ronald without getting in his hair pierce Rockweiburn's neck one after the other and cut it off easily.

Rockweiburn becomes sand, beating it down to the ground according to gravity.

Whoa, whoa!

The freshly cracked cheer boils down to the ground.

Nothing. Lockwyburn's weakness is his neck, and in others, no matter how much he destroys, he repairs it in the dozens of seconds of things. I gave that fact as a hint earlier. They discussed it and found it.

The deciding factor was that Rockweiburn's neck was thicker and sturdier than it needed to be. From the fundamentals of biological structure, stiffness is most likely to mean that it is there that you do not want to be touched.

Thus, [Fireball (Fireball)] and [Windblade (Windcutter)] create a pseudo-composite magic and put a crack in the neck. There, Ronald's improved [wind blade (wind cutter)] stabs the stop. Such a measure.

There was cheer over there, so when I turned my gaze, Alan was just about to stick a sword wrapped around the blade of the wind to Rockweiburn's weak neck.

Again, rock-wyburn that becomes sand and collapses.

Well, that concludes the exam with our victory. Of humans, but also children broke the spell. His pride is supposed to be a bummer. Come on, Silfi guy, regret it......... you're not here at all. Conversely, like a child who has succeeded in pranking, he has a nasty grin with Niyaniya.

Alan was excited, and as he ran over to me, he slapped me on the back, igniting bright red in the face.

"You, seriously, that's awesome. I can't believe we just changed the magic ceremony a little bit to create such a powerful new magic."

"No, that's your power I've trained enough for [Windcutter]."

It's true. Chanting magic activation requires chanting based on an accurate understanding of the magic formula and magic with a certain amount of power. I mean, we need extremely delicate controls. Therefore, the magic of [wind blade (wind cutter)] can only be improved if it has been trained to be flesh and blood.

"Oh well..."

Is it lit, Alan scratching polypoly while loosening his cheeks?

As Ronald turns to a serious (serious) point of cloudy (crusty) faces,

Who the hell are you?

Recently, I have heard frequent questions (hives).

"Each other, if we enroll in school, we'll know whether or not to. Besides, you have to explain everything I know about myself. Is that what you think?

"No... that's chatty or arrogant. Sorry."

"Hmm, proud, your magic was so brilliant just now. And it's not talent, it's your endeavor."

That will be enough. If you're done with the exam, there's nothing for you here. Nor am I free.

When I turn my back on them,

"The A-group exam is over. Oh, thank you. The number of the successful candidate will be posted in front of the school building in a week's time. So wow, dissolve."

Rebecca's decadent end-of-examination declaration was made.