The Magus of Genesis

"Compete, you stupid monkey!

"……… Nothing, fine."

Utah nodded honestly at the wooden spear that could still be poked at today.

It became more frequent to chase the day because of the triviality of the water color and to challenge the battle, and these days it has even reached a frequency that can no longer be called routine.

Moving to the school yard as usual, the water color stretches out to pull out long tree branches from the palm of the hand. Like the first time I fought, I don't wear a petal blade. I guess that means I'm not willing to cause serious injury.

Well, even if the blade is attached, I'm not willing to let you get hurt.

"I'm coming!

At the same time as the proclamation, a high-speed thrust was unleashed towards Utah. Without a declaration, if it's an ambush in the woods, it's going to be difficult for Utah to deflect it. Capturing the signs of an elf hiding in the woods in a boulder is not as easy as saying sword department.

But it was released honestly. Then I could bend it to the point where I leaned my neck gently. While doing so, I take a step in. The difference between a spear and a handless hand is considerable. We had to beat the attack a few more times to get as far as Utah could go.

The spear is immediately pulled back, and a fine thrust appears like a flash of light. With that in mind, Utah said, "Whoa."

If it's the usual battle, the water-coloured spear that branches around here and increases the range of attack remains straight. But it was rather troublesome.

How many times did water color stop fighting like the first time we fought, like the cursive art of manipulating spears? Regardless of the beast opponent, he realized that if he was a Utah opponent, it would be more effective to wield a single spear with precision.

And the tip of it was finally united into one. Certainly spears that come to stretch and hook branches, or bend patterns and come for them from behind are hard to avoid. But the difficulty of avoiding it also means that it is easy to grasp.

If you grab it, it's easy to break a spear made of wood branches. Even if you don't fold it, you can pull your water-colored body as it is, or you can let go of your hand and let it fall apart the moment you resist the pulling force.

But it doesn't work that way when it's just a straight stick. Grabbing the tip of a simple spear that is sharply poked and pulled is a daunting undertaking. Utah smiled unexpectedly at the way he fought, not flashy but tough, very similar to Sword Ministry moves.

That said, she's still immature. Every time he gets poked, Utaka steps in time and puts her hands on her head with her spear basically tapped and broken. That signaled the end of the battle.

If you aim at your chest, it will be the same as before. Beating a woman in the stomach would be an obstacle to boulders. The lower body is out of the question. That's why Utah chose, it was his head. Weaknesses are concentrated in the head of the creature. Wherever you hit it, you can disable it.

"You're still my winner today, watercolor."

"Ugh......!

When Utah said, the water roared with remorse as if it were a beast. It's good to roar, but I can't get my hands off you unless you admit to losing. The sword department is trained not to be alarmed under any circumstances at any time. Utah knew full well that the moment she thought she'd won was the most dangerous.

"Hey, how long have you been stroking Atashi's head!

But how he perceived it, the water colour yelled like he was in a mood.

"What is it!? Do you like Atashi!?

Or maybe it was a remorse vice.

"Yeah. I like it."

But Utah answered that before thinking about it. Same village, same school companion, taught by the teacher together. And he's an excellent warrior, and he remembers things well. There's no reason to dislike it.

"Become..."

But instantly, I thought, "Oh, my God, I'm dying a bright red face."

Although it is a parked Utah, the subtleties around it are in the crowd. It's not strange to be mistaken to say you like it while stroking your head.

But the water colour still does not declare defeat. I can't let go of my hand.

"Nah, nah, suddenly, what are you talking about! Ah, such a stupid joke about Atashi, su, I can't believe I like him......"

Wait, that's a mistake. Trying to say that, Utah realizes once again.

"No, I'm not kidding. I like water."

On second thought, it wasn't a mistake.

The water color is strong, and the only elves are incredibly beautiful. There's no reason not to like it. My chest was soft.

"A... I don't hate you either... or... like you... or..."

The water takes Utah's hand and leans against his cheek to hide his face. Shit, Utah thought.

"……… my loss."

If they fight back in this state, Utah can't hunt it down and stop it. Maybe for the rest of my life, I can't.

"? Did you say something?

"... I asked if I could hug you"

"Wow, don't bother asking me that!

If you dye your cheeks and embrace the water color you say like you're angry, everything about her goes in in in time. I can't stop thinking about poking my heart or scratching my throat. Even so, I can't resist it at all.

But Utah thought, "Is that okay?"