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With Mueller-sensei's voice, "Alright, that's all for today," the first lecture ended.
When the lecture ended, everyone left the training grounds as they pleased.
When I thought of leaving the training grounds too, my shoulder was grabbed from behind, and my steps were blocked.
".........What?"
The one who grabbed my shoulder was Arthur Shishkin, who had been harassing me until just now.
"You... the magic from earlier"
I furrowed my eyebrows at Shishkin, who hesitated a little as if it was hard to say.
"What was that magic from earlier? Clovice-san also said it, right? My sense and technique were better. But I lost because of that magic! This!! I-sama!!"
Shishkin's fingers dug into my shoulder and I felt pain.
The pride that he would naturally win, that he shouldn't lose.
Of course, Shishkin had the corresponding ability.
But.
"Certainly, I was losing to you. If it's just swordsmanship, certainly you, no. Everyone here is better than me. But I don't feel like losing to you guys who are fixated on just the sword, excluding other possibilities"
When I said that, the other students, who were about to leave the training grounds, stopped in their tracks.
"Did you think about it before asking questions? Did you investigate? What I did, what timing I used to prepare the magic, what the activation conditions were"
Shishkin was at a loss for words.
That's right. Because he came to me right after the lecture ended.
He probably never thought about it. About magic.
"Of course, I can teach you. But since I'm teaching you, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't teach me too, right?"
I took a step towards Shishkin and closed the distance.
Shishkin, who stepped back a little at the sudden approach, grabbed his collar.
"Teach me swordsmanship"
"Haa...?"
"I'll teach you magic, and you'll teach me swordsmanship. This is equal. What do you say?"
Until now, I've only been getting a hospitality play from Cyrillos-sensei, who is an overwhelmingly strong person.
He adjusted to my ability, little by little, so that I could realize that I was getting better.
But so that I wouldn't get discouraged because it was too high-level.
But that's no good.
What I'm lacking is overwhelming experience.
That's why I chose the knight department instead of the magician department this time.
I chose this department in order to get the opportunity to fight against various opponents with different quirks and technique selections.
"............Absolutely not"
".........Haa!?"
"Why!! Why do I have to teach you alone!!"
"Completely selfish!!"
He said that so clearly that it was almost refreshing!
"Why! It would be unfair if I only taught you magic!"
"I don't want to!! I don't want to!!!"
"Completely stubborn!! Why! Teach me!!"
As I and Shishkin were yelling at each other, someone pulled Shishkin's shoulder back, putting an end to it.
"Ugh-! You guys, calm down a little!"
A bright brown hair jumped out from behind Shishkin.
"You guys, can't you be a little more calm?"
"What!? You wanna fight!"
"Ugh. I really hate hot-blooded guys. Are you picking a fight with everyone? Stop it, it's embarrassing"
"What did you say!?"
"Really... you're too hot-blooded..."
The man with the Kansai dialect let out a dry laugh as if he was a little put off.
"Sorry? I'm not a friend of his or anything"
"No, no. I'm the one who's sorry? You got even more angry because I called out to you"
I bowed to the man who apologized with his hand, saying "sorry, sorry".
"What are you guys doing!?"
I was finally getting irritated at Shishkin, who was still shouting.
So I grabbed his cheek as hard as I could and made it like a octopus's mouth.
"M!? Nuuunufunda Temeee!!"
"Shut up for once... Are you still shouting even like this"
"Really, you're energetic..."
I'm ignoring the fish at this point.
"Um, we're in the same class, right? I'm Ly Ortnek. I'm not used to being called by my family name, so please call me by my first name"
"Okay, Ly, huh. My name is Nakiri Shirou. Nice to meet you-"
I felt a little nostalgic at that Japanese-like name.
"Is Shirou the name?"
If it was the same pattern as the people around me until now, Nakiri would be the name, but for me, the word Shirou has a name feeling.
So, when I asked that, Shirou smiled happily.
"That's right! People often think that Nakiri is the name, but in my hometown, Shirou is the name. Nakiri is the family name! You understood well!"
When I asked for a handshake with the hand that wasn't grabbing Shishkin's face, Shirou responded happily.
"Oi"
Shishkin, who had finally reached his limit, grabbed my wrist.
"Let go already, bastard"
Shishkin, who shook off my hand, turned to Shirou as it was, and surprisingly held out his hand.
"I'm Arthur. I'm not interested in weak guys"
I could tell that veins were popping on my forehead when Shishkin shook Shirou's hand firmly.
What the hell? Am I a weak guy?
Certainly I'm weak. Am I way weaker than Shishkin??
But still, being told that by another person. Moreover, being told that by an obnoxious guy whom I thought I couldn't beat technically just now makes me angry.
"You're acting like a strong guy even though you were done in by my magic"
"Haa!? What did you say!!"
"Aaaaaaah! Geez~! Ly and Arthur are too hot-blooded!"
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