Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"Dear Luna, Get away from me immediately! I'll pull this bandit off!

Fermu tells Luna so when she avoids the blow of the stick released from the skinhead man in front of her in a way that twists her body while disfiguring.

On the other hand, naturally, that Fermu statement was sufficient to drive the wrath of the man in front of him.

"Who's the bandit, Cora!

A man on the strong side described himself as a bandit takes a step further forward when he floats a blue muscle on his forehead. And he kicked off the ferm luxuriously leaving him out of shape.

"Ugh! Hey, what the hell!

Formed to roll over the ground with his belly in his arms, Fermu throws up about to the man in front of him as he pushes and kills the pain. But it was precisely at that time that I caught sight of the impending blow of the stick of pursuit upon myself.

When he takes one tongue slap, he rolls himself even more vigorously down the ground and somehow avoids the blow of the stick.

And when Ferm stood up in a hurry, he braided the magic of the wind all at once with the counterattack.

"I won't let you do it!

The man who senses that Fermu tries to use magic kicks the earth hard and showers the sand and pebbles on the ground with Fermu hanging.

"Nah!"

When Ferm was unexpectedly upset by the actions of the man in front of him, unlikely in the mock battle he was in at his usual college, he moved his right hand forward in his face to protect his eyes by interrupting the braiding of magic.

You can say it's reflective, that judgment.

That turned out to be the deadly gap for Ferm.

The man who kicked the ground unleashes a relentless blow of stick towards Ferm's belly the moment he decides there is no magical counterattack.

"Gho!"

As if to spit out all the stomach contents, when he vomits on the spot, he rolls around too much ground of pain as it is.

But the man who was confronting him wasn't sweet enough to miss him like that.

"Fucking kid, that's it!

With an awesome grin, he heads to the ferm that leaps around to the ground, and the man tries to stick his stick out.

But it was the words and fists released from his back after that that prevented him from acting like that.

"It's a little unbearable to end up like this, isn't it? So, maybe I'll have a little bit of a fit, too, Mr. Clary?

Though soft and beautiful, that voice was clearly ridden with a strong will.

The moment he heard it, Clary looked back and he saw the sight of an impending sharp fist blow on his own.

"... did you know about me?"

When she manages to circumvent a little woman's fist by distracting herself, Clary asks Luna that.

Meanwhile, Luna, questioned, had a niggling grin.

"Yes. You were walking in the royal palace garden with him the day this country changed. That one mother, who had until then been taken hostage, went to thank her. And that there was a silent, poor girl on that side. Do you remember?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

When Clary gave a sinister look, he dodged the attacking girl's fist by jumping back to his side.

"Yeah, you're a silent girl, I'll make it easy for you to remember. I never thought you'd be such a mistress."

Once he regains his time, Clary confronts Luna again from the front when he breathes gently.

Luna, on the other hand, was somewhat surprised that her own first shot, which was close to an ambush, and the second one, which she was not sure had been avoided.

"... that's just great. Is it still not Dada that's called his right arm?

"Ha, don't joke about it. There are two of them around that guy...... no, because about three real monsters are annoying. He's just an amateur."

Yes. When Clary speaks, he lets the stick in his own hand play pompous.

With that trick in mind, Luna happily hoisted the right corner of her mouth slightly.

"Amateur hands-on learning...... right. Heh heh, really, SS people are a lot more itchy. I wonder if you could show me that amateur stick, too."

"Are you serious?

"Yeah. If you look at what you're getting at right now, you somehow know what that guy's intentions are. And that's why I want you to do an audition, too, and that's what I mean."

When Luna says so, she steps out strongly on the ground the next moment and approaches Clary.

Clary thrust one tongue at that foot earlier than he could have imagined, sticking her stick forward to stop her from advancing.

Clary's blow unleashed in a way that corresponds to her actions.

That was the field of Luna's imagination.

When she lowers her posture further to avoid the stick's protruding line she expected beforehand, she stuffs straight up to Clary's proximity at once.

And the moment her fist became the distance to capture him, suddenly a shock ran on her back.

"Do you want to predict the other person's behavior and take the next step? Well, it seems to be true that my husband is giving you an archery. But... it's still sweet"

"You swung the stick that stuck out diagonally downwards."

Beaten in a crawling form on the ground, Luna asks Clary about the blow that struck herself.

Clary then gently shook his head vertically.

"Not only do we have to read ahead in battle, we have to read ahead. I thought you'd heard of it. I'll take that guy's mouth off with a line he often says."

"... Yep, I'm asking. And that one always says. I told you not to misread the other person's powers... apparently I'm not good enough on my own. Well, Senior Ferm. I've bought you some time."

"What!?"

Listening to Luna's words, Clary looks backwards in a daze.

Then at the end of that gaze was the figure of a young man who, while suppressing his abdomen with one hand, braided the magic of the wind with his free right hand.

"Tour Beyond!"

The bundle of wind created before the young man's right hand is unleashed at once towards the man in front of him the moment the spell is cast.

"Shit, a rhindle-style wind magic!

Having erased his earlier grin from his expression, Clary dodges that blow in such a way that he flies back to his side.

"Dear Luna, There's so much to say, and so much to ask... but here's the power."

"Yeah, of course. Senior."

slight frustration that nothing could be done just now and more interest in the target in front of us.

Still struck by a stick, his abdomen appeals to Ferm in the form of pain to stop his activity. But above that pain, a strong desire in the name of interest moved him.

And the next moment, when he builds that new wind magic all at once, he turns to the man in front of him and unleashes it.

"Lafar!"

The wind of fierce speed, also to be called the gushing wind unleashed from his right hand, struck with a straight clary aim.

When Clary strikes one tongue, he steps forward diagonally and tries simultaneously to evade magic and approach the ferm.

But there was one shadow that reacted to his movements like that.

"Later on. You didn't just want to avoid it, you thought you'd move your body a little bit in your favor."

Luna, who said so with a refreshing grin, turns to Clary, who had not anticipated her approaching, and slaps her fist with all her might.

"Ku... that's pretty good."

As her fist protects the lower abdomen she's been after, Clary takes her blow with the elbow of her right arm holding the stick. And with the pain of running from his elbow, Clary jumped back a lot to regain his posture.

But ahead of that Clary's attempt to back down, another young man waited as he braided his magic.

"Hoodle!

As soon as the young man protrudes his right hand and speaks of the spell, lightning flashes from his right hand, releasing him at once with a clairy glance.

"I'll do it... I see, my husband will hang his eyes, but!

Clary shrugged unexpectedly as he flew to the side in a hurry and dodged as he broke his posture at the rink.

But with his gaze up, he saw something unexpected there.

"Foodle...... TOOBLE!

The moment that spell sounds, Clary's eyes open wide.

What he saw, it was just the sight of one student trying to control and manipulate two lightning bolts at the same time.

The moment he sees the magic, Clary clearly understands two things.

Yes, no matter how it moves, that this second lightning can no longer be avoided.

And at the same time, that that man in the blind spot of the youth in front of him would have read ahead and already tried to erode that magic.

"Crack!"

The moment the spell is cast in the mouth of a man, the lightning that was heading for Clary suddenly disappears as if it were an illusion.

Clary stroked his bald head lightly knowing that the two students on the spot were stunned by an event that he did not anticipate.

A moment of silence.

Breaking it was the voice of a brunette with a bitter laugh as she scratched her head.

"Yes, that's it. Yeah, it was an interesting fight inside. And you've got your arms up, Master Luna."