The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

I think I have the upper hand.

But Halfa's weapon has changed. He is holding a club split in half with both hands, which means he has two weapons and more moves.

His reach has shortened, but he has become more of a nuisance.

"Shatter or ......"

From the feeling I had earlier, it doesn't take much force to break it, and a few more shots should easily disable it.

I'm concerned that the students watching the game have been silent as if they were at a wake, but for now, let's just think about disabling Halfa-san in front of us.

I've had enough of being scared every time someone tries to hit me in the face and neck.

"I'm glad you're finally willing to do this."

"I've been ...... motivated from the start."

"You must be joking. ...... even I can understand the difference between our abilities. You have surpassed me with your extraordinary physical abilities alone. But still, you are not even fighting on your own ground. ...... I am truly sorry. Your main task is to heal and help people,...... but this is also my task."

...... role?

What do you mean, "role"? This mock battle was not requested by Mr. Halfa of his own volition, was it? The regret in his voice makes it even more difficult to understand his meaning.

No, the role is not important right now. Now Mr. Halfa's eyes have changed from sadness to a fierceness that reminds me of a beast.

He holds up his two-hand club with a familiar hand, as if he is waiting for me to attack. And when he looks at me with his eyes filled with purple magic, I wonder if there is a trick in his eyes after all.

"If he's waiting for me to attack, he's waiting for me to attack ......"

We have to go, huh?

If we continue to stare at each other, time will just pass, so it would be quicker to get out of the way.

I jump on the spot and try to find the right time to leap out. Whether I'm aiming for a counter or defending myself, there's nothing I can do to change the situation.

Run and hit---that's all I can do.

"Shoo!"

With Mr. Halfa in sight, I leap diagonally to the right and flank him. As I had expected, Mr. Halfa's eyes catch my image, but I don't care as I thrust out my fist filled with healing magic.

Halfa catches my fist with two clubs, and at the same time, he leaps backward to avoid the impact.

"d*mn!"

"........."

The way you reacted is unnatural.

Her eyes follow my direction, but the reaction of Halfa's body is clearly delayed. He chases after me and continues to kick me, but this time, he can see me, or maybe because he can see me, he avoids me and even counter-attacks.

".........mm"

I tilt my head back to avoid the club and take a step back to look at him once more.

I'm supposed to be pushing him, but I don't feel like my attacks are getting through. Somehow, I think that if Mr. Halfa keeps on defending and evading, I will not be able to beat him.

"I can never win with my physical strength, speed, and stamina ......, but there are plenty of ways I can use them!"

"Please don't look at me like I'm fighting some kind of monstrous monster!"

I'm the middle boss in R.G.?

But as I said, he has his ways. Sweat beads on his forehead as he parries my fists and kicks like a turtle in its shell, proud of its iron-clad defense.

It's troublesome that he's keeping his distance from me at the same time he's parrying. .......

"Is it because I'm an amateur that my attacks are being parried so far ......?"

As a complete amateur when it comes to martial arts, are my moves that easy to read?

"Then you can go to ......."

Anticipating that he would be passed off, he throws a direct kick at Mr. Halfa.

As expected, the kick is caught and the force of the kick is passed off as he leaps backward, but he steps forward regardless and closes the distance as he leaps backward with his momentum.

"Ah! So that's how it's going to be!

You're not going to get away with this, are you?

Even an amateur like me can catch them at this distance!

This time, he clenches his fist tightly, anticipating that it will be defended by the cudgel.

Having fought this hard, I know he doesn't need to hold back ...... so!

"I'll crush you!"

That club in the way!

I swing my fist at him with more force than when I hit Mr. Halfa earlier.

Aim at the club, not the torso, and crush the obstacle first.

The fist, swung down from above, is aimed at him, right in front of his eyes,

"Whoo-hoo..."

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--- but just before the target, Mr. Halfa, landed on the ground, he kicked (・・・・・) an object behind him, adjusted his stance, and avoided my fist by twisting his body.

"Behind you, I got it!"

"Gooo!"

With a twisting motion, he turned behind me and delivered a centrifugal club blow to my back.

It was not much of a pain, but the blow was more than enough to boost my strained fist, which had lost its target.

My fist, which I had lost the timing to stop, hit the object that Mr. Halfa had just kicked to evade.

A hard but resilient feeling that was clearly not biological enveloped my fist for a moment, but my energized fist could not absorb it with its resilience, and it went right through it.

"......... and ......"

That's when I finally realize what I hit.

It was white in color and shaped like a larger log, and it was striking the ground with great force, the same that Senpai and Kazuki had destroyed just a moment ago.

"........."

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He quickly turns away from Halfa and looks at his senpai.　

Kiriha is shaking and trembling, and Kyou is worried about her, as if to say, "What's wrong with her?

Kara-san is smiling at me as if to say, "Did you see that?

The students looking at me as if I were a monster.

Kazuki's eyes are shining as he looks at me.

And then there's the senior who gives me the thumbs-up with the most smug look on his face.

"...... this is the one that was almost broken by accident. ......"

He spits out some lame excuses and tries to pull his arm out of the target that he has just broken through.

---I mean, can't you pull it out?

"I won't miss it!"

Mr. Halfa comes running up behind me as if he were an opportunity.

"Hey, wait a minute! TIME! I can't pull it out."

"Use everything you can! I didn't think it would go through, but ...... that's my strategy too!"

What kind of haphazard strategy is that?

While we were struggling, Mr. Halfa attacked.

It's not good for me to keep my arm out of the target. However, he is not so easy to handle with only his right hand and leg. Rather, it is almost a dead end when he is forced into a situation where he cannot move freely.

---No, no, no! There is no such a stupid deadlock! Rose would kill me if I won or lost like this!

"Noooooooo!"

He high-kicks Haruha in the side of the head and blows her away. It seems to be defended, but it buys him some time. In that short time, I will pull out the target that this arm can't pull out!

He puts his right arm under the impaled left arm and lifts it up with all his might.

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You there senpai, shut up a bit!

The target, with its teeth clenched and its legs straining so hard that it dug its legs into the ground, had remained as immovable as a telephone pole until a few moments ago, but gradually cracks were carved in the ground and it began to sway unsteadily.

"OLLAH!!!!!!!"

He watched for the moment when the strike became too soft, and with his right hand, which was attached to his left arm, he struck the target as if to move it, and pulled it up all at once.

The target was struck shallower than expected, and the one-meter-long root of the target came out. The target was out of the ground, but my arm was still stuck in the target, and Mr. Halfa, who had regained his position, was already trying to swing his club at me.

"You can't take me so easily!

As soon as I turned around, I swung my left arm at the target, which was impaled on my left arm, and moved away from Mr. Halfa, who was trying to approach me. He avoided the target with light steps and looked at me and the target in which his left arm was stuck with a bitter smile on his face.

"What a strange ...... thing to pull out the whole target. ......"

Who would have thought this would happen. I'm surprised, too.

But the target was buried in the shallow end, so I guess it was easier to pull out than I thought...

<<< Even a target reinforced with fixed magic can be pulled out! You easily exceeded my expectations! >>

"......Huff,puff...... I had a hard time pulling it out of the stone, too......."

It just so happens that this target was not magically reinforced, Kara. So don't make it so big.

But I'm surprised you kicked the target and came up behind me. His superior fighting skills, as well as his ability to use everything around him to his advantage, is a strength that I can see why Kiriha and the others are worried about him.

The most troublesome thing about him is that he can read my moves perfectly. First of all, I have to do something about that reading.

"Speaking of which, ......"

As I forcibly pulled my left arm out of the target, I cooled my slightly hot head and remembered something.

It was when Mr. Welshy told me that Halfa's <>, a magic of the magic eye system, can see the flow of magic power regardless of people or objects.

I was too caught up in Amako's foreknowledge to pay attention to his magical eye system magic, which I can only say I was too careless. .......

If the application of this magical vision is Amako's prediction of the future---nay, the attack---then you can understand the reason why my every move is foreseen.

When we first met, Mr. Halfa said that the magic flowing through my body was very smooth.

In other words, you can even see the flow of magic when I am not using magic. What does it matter, if the that I have been thinking about and the that he is seeing now in the fight are different in meaning...... -John

"It's worth checking out: ......"

No attack can be decisive if the attacker is anticipating the attack.

On the other hand, the method of defeating a blue grizzly bear without question, as we did with the one we met in the forest, is too dangerous against Mr. Halfa, who is a human being. The other way of using my power is also dangerous.

This is the only way.

"......You're going to do something!"

I lightly clench my fist with my left hand, which is covered with healing magic, and approach Mr. Halfa.

There is no need to attack him... all I want to make sure of is...

"Here it is: ......"

He transfers the magic power of the healing spell from his left hand to his right foot.

After transferring the magical power in an amount that is not noticeable to the naked eye, he strikes his left fist. It is just a telephone punch. It is fast and powerful, but it is a fist of a level that Mr. Halfa can easily pass off. .......

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

But what happened? Mr. Halfa blinked his eyes unexpectedly, and then rushed to defend himself against my fist. He seemed to have succeeded in parrying my fist just in time to defend himself.

---I could read it somehow.

"It's not only the flow of magic power that you can see with your magic vision, is it?"

"......... did you notice ......?"

He quickly lowered his two cudgels and let out a breath of air as if he were about to give up.

"You know that magic flows through the human body in a circulatory ...... and you know this, don't you?"

Haruha-san was surprisingly honest in revealing the truth, as if it would not be a problem if I told her.

As you say, it would normally not matter if they found out or not. The only countermeasure against someone who can predict your movements is to blind them.

"The magic power that flows like a slow river causes <> depending on the activation of the magic and the movement of the user. ....... I have been watching your movements by watching this < ......, although my weakness is that I can't do anything if I am surpassed by a single body like yours. ......"

I had predicted that it was reacting to the movement of magic power, but ...... I guess it's a .

I tried to move the magic power in a strange way on purpose and was able to induce confusion in Mr. Halfa.

Look at me, who had figured out that the attack had been read before. Mr. Halfa pointed the tip of his club at me again.

"But I won't fall for such a blatant feint anymore. I'm not finished yet. ...... I can fight. ......"

"......... no, I'll finish next time."

If you're trying to read my moves by looking at my magic, we'll talk soon.

If you don't fall for a simple feint, I have the perfect trump card for you. It is a bit risky, but I am sure it will be very effective against him who sees the flow of magic.

I run toward Mr. Halfa as I did before, hoping to win the game with my next attack.

"...... no matter how fast you are, you can't go straight ahead so many times!"

I know that. But when I use a move like this, it's best if I'm right in front of you... in the center of your field of vision!

When Mr. Halfa made a stance as if he was going to intercept me, I did not stop my legs and raised my right hand with healing magic in it in front of me so that he could see it.

"I'm not going to fall for a feint..."

"Even this?"

I pour as much magic as I can into my right hand, where the healing magic is active. The light green color turns darker, like ink being spilt, and my right hand glows.

"What?

It was a simple matter of dazzling him with the magic vision of Mr. Halfa. And his eyes are too sensitive to track my movements.

As I swung my right hand to the side, his gaze was focused on my right hand as if against his will.

"---Hah!

The strategy because you have too good an eye.

Since you are < enough to follow my movements with your eyes, there is no way you can avoid following the movements of my right hand, which is enveloped in the light of a powerful healing magic.

I approach Mr. Halfa at once, who shows a fatal gap, and kick away his club with my kick and unleash my fist.

What?

My fist, which was thrust out like an uppercut, was faster than his defense and just barely made contact with his jaw, stopping him.

I look at his face, inwardly fearful of whether or not he will continue the fight with my fist on the verge of stopping...

"Ha, ha ha ha ha ...... no way, it's so easy ...... to give up so easily ...... and so easily ....... I've been completely defeated."

He finally admitted defeat by holding his fist at me and raised his hands as if to say, "I give up.

It was finally over, it really was a paper-thin game in many ways. .......

"......!"

I take a sigh of relief and pull my fist, and in my relief, I notice that my right arm is tormented by a buzzing pain.

I looked and saw that my hand was bleeding.

My inexperienced hand must not have been able to bear the load of the instantaneous addition of magic power. I healed the wound on my hand immediately by applying healing magic, and slowly closed my right palm, which was now completely clean.

"But the wounds are not as many as before.

I'm growing up.

At least more than before.

I felt a certain sense of growth, and I gave an uncharacteristically small gut-punch.

"Well, I knew you would do it, Usato-kun.

After the mock battle, just as I returned to the front of the group, I received some not-so-happy words from my senpai.

I looked around and saw the students looking at me with a buzz, and Mr. Halfa lined up among them with a satisfied smile on his face.

I found out one issue after fighting with him.

That is, when fighting against a human being, I should not be too hard on my opponent. If demons and monsters were to hit people based on their standards, they would be in big trouble. I had fought only against demons and monsters until now, so this time, I was not able to I understood it well in the fight with a human being.

"Ha ......"

"I know your character very well. But a demonstration needs to be as flashy as this, don't you think?"

"Demo ...... what is it?"

When I asked him this question, he only smiled meaningfully.

If you know something, please tell me without hesitation. .......

"Both of you, that was a great fight you just had. I didn't think I would see the final gateway for wizards, the addition of magical power---the strengthening of the lineage---even if it's not yet completed."

I try to question the senior again, but he keeps his mouth shut when Dr. Kara starts to speak.

She seems surprised at the magical additions I've made, but the other students don't seem to know what she's talking about.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't taught you yet: ....... Lineage enhancement is a technique to enhance the concentration of magic power. If you hone this technique, even a poor fire wizard will be able to control a great fire in no time.

Strengthening the Lineage of Healing Magic ......? The other magic has other enhancements?

I don't know, but that's not my problem.

"Then why don't you just teach me quickly? ...... This system enhancement is not something that should be handled by inexperienced wizards. The magic power that you have added will run out of control and explode if you're not careful. You must be very skilled in the use of magic..."

As I was listening to the conversation, Kara, who was walking in front of the students with her arms folded, came up to me. She looked at me, the corners of her mouth twisted up, and she suddenly put her hand on my shoulder and looked around at all the students again...

"Only those who can continue to train, no matter how badly their hands are shredded, no matter how badly they are wounded, will be able to continue to train without regard for that. ....... I hope you got to see some good stuff today. It's a good thing we get to see you useless healing wizards < as you call it."

--- He said so.

He's totally inciting her. Some of the people are completely glaring at me, and the twin-tailed girl who first tried to challenge me to a mock battle is looking at me with crazy bloodshot eyes.

"Hm ......?"

At the entrance of the school building, a little behind the students who are gazing at me, there is a boy who is looking at me dumbfounded. There was a small ...... boy in sooty robes, a healer like me.

Our eyes meet. He didn't stare at me like he had when I first came here, but the way he looked at me was almost like looking at something unbelievable.

"Excuse me, Miss Carla?"

"Leave him alone, for now."

She must have noticed, because she immediately responded in the same way.

Whatever Kara's or Halfa's intentions were, my action may have been careless.

I might have been able to charm the power of healing magic without intending to. But I had not even the slightest idea of the consequences of this action on the man whose name I did not know. .......