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Hello everyone.
How have you been doing during the corona crisis?
The author was writing novels, at least. Please let me make that excuse!
When I organized the novels that I had written and accumulated, there were dozens of chapters, and I thought I had to post them.
I'm very sorry for keeping you waiting so long.
From now on, I'm thinking of posting at a pace of about once a week until the stock I've accumulated runs out.
By the way, I had a request for a synopsis last time because there were no posts for a long time, so here's a simple synopsis ↓
My name is Raymond, I'm 13 years old! I'm changing the color of my hair and eyes, which are proof of royalty, and entering the academy ☆ミ
When I was reading a magic book in the knight department's classroom, I was provoked by a classmate who called me "scrawny". What a meanie!
I buy a fight, and then a teacher enters!? What should I do!
(Teacher ^ω^) < "If you have too much energy, why don't you do a demonstration?"
Fight at the training grounds!! ← You are here
I was sold a fight by a fish, and I and the classmates in the classroom went to the training grounds for the sake of that guy who couldn't back down anymore.
"Seriously, I thought I would end today with a simple self-introduction, but my plans have gone awry because of you. I'm expecting you to put on a good fight, Shishkin, Ortnek"
It seems that I have angered the teacher who I still don't even know the name of.
I stopped midway, but it's because the fish is making a fuss... While lightly shifting the responsibility, I held my sword.
"Hah! You think you can beat me with those skinny arms that look like you're in the magician department!!"
Shishkin said that and pointed his sword at me.
"Then, I'll ask you fairly"
At the teacher's clap as a signal, the tuna stepped towards me.
(Fast...!!)
I received it with my sword at the last minute, but there was a sound of metal clashing with metal, and a shock ran through my arm.
This much power despite receiving it properly with my sword.
As expected of someone who's acting tough, Shishkin's arms are quite something.
Even though I'm used to Cyrillos-sensei's slashes, it's still fast.
"Oi Oi!! What's wrong! What happened to the vigor from earlier!? Huh!?"
Even if I wanted to launch a counterattack, I had no choice but to defend against Shishkin's fierce attacks.
Even if I jumped back to put a lot of distance between us, he would close the distance right away.
I don't particularly have any sword talent.
I ask Cyrillos-sensei for instruction, and the more I train, the more I'm told that I can't reach that person's domain.
At best, I'm just average, or maybe I'm just a little better than ordinary people by putting in a lot of effort.
You might think, what is I, who has only just started learning, saying, but even so, I can still tell.
It's said that genius is 99% effort and 1% inspiration, but ordinary people don't come up with that 1%, and can never reach 100%.
But Shishkin is different.
He's probably one of those people who can come up with that 1%.
His skill selection and sword handling are all superior to mine.
...I wonder if there's a time when I can somehow activate magic.
However, I can't switch from defense to attack easily, and only my stamina is decreasing.
It's the same for the other party, and sweat ran from Shishkin's forehead.
Growing impatient, Shishkin popped a vein on his forehead and stopped his attacks.
"Oi Oi!! Don't you play around! You picked a fight with me a lot and that's all you can do!? Huh!?"
Shishkin, who had stopped attacking and took some distance from me, shouted that while pointing the tip of his sword at me.
"Yeah. You're stronger than I thought. I was surprised"
Shishkin seemed even more irritated at me, who said that with a carefree smile.
"But, wasn't it a mistake to stop attacking?"
"Haa...?"
Shishkin distorted his face as if to say what I was talking about.
I put my finger on my own blade and cast magic.
I haven't done it before, but there's no way it can't be done theoretically.
"Because I haven't fought yet, right? Me"
I only received the attacks.
I hadn't shown my way of fighting yet, I hadn't shown what I was aiming for, and he stopped without understanding that, wasn't it rash?
"But, thanks to your carelessness, I could see a way to win! Thank you!"
In order to provoke the other party, I told him that with a full smile on purpose.
"...I'll kill you"
Shishkin, who took the provocation, stepped towards me with the greatest speed he had shown until now.
Right before the tip of the sword reached my neck, I somehow slid my own sword in and received the technique.
Gyiin!!
"Hah! Is that all you can do after talking so big, huh!?"
Shishkin's sword tip, which had been aimed at me without hesitation, fell as if it was being pulled towards the ground.
"Ah...?"
Shishkin seemed to not understand what had happened.
That's right.
"How is it? How does it feel for your own weapon's weight to increase?"
"Ah? Wei-t?"
Without answering that question, I swung my sword from myself for the first time.
Shishkin, who received my attack from above at the last minute, distorted his face again at the weight of his own sword, which had increased in weight.
The effect is to increase the gravity applied to things.
The activation condition is to touch the blade.
Unfortunately, the effect is only for about 10 seconds, but that's still enough to create a gap to win.
Before the effect of the gravity enhancement magic wore off, I attacked again and drove Shishkin into a situation where it was even more difficult to swing his sword.
I didn't measure the weight properly, so I don't know if it's getting heavier exponentially, but even so, if I cut three times, Shishkin can't swing the blade as usual.
I swing the sword with my dominant right hand, and in the meantime, I float a magic circle in my left hand.
If he receives it, the weight will increase again and it will be difficult to move.
But, if he doesn't receive it, he'll lose.
Shishkin had no choice but to receive my blade again, and finally couldn't bear the weight of the sword he had and knelt on the spot.
He can no longer escape or launch an attack on me.
The effect of the magic is one second left.
But that's enough to release the technique.
The chant of the magic is over.
Sparks flickered from my own left hand carrying the magic circle, and I held it in front of Shishkin, who was kneeling on the spot.
"The match is over"
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