𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟏: 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Everyone is heading to the afternoon practice with high spirits.
Tomorrow is a half-day, and the day after is a holiday.
The bell for the start of the afternoon class rings.
Students are gathering in the first training ground.
The instructor has arrived.
It starts from the previous test.
Carl suddenly raises his hand and speaks out loud.
“Instructor!! I’m sorry, but could you show us the model of Wind Cutter and Wind Storm?”
“What?”
“I would like to use it as a reference for power.”
He’s very enthusiastic. The instructor is moved by this.
“Understood. I will only do it once. Students, pay attention. I will show you the model!”
The teacher is gathering magical power.
Hmm. It’s inefficient.
“Wind Cutter!!”
The shock wave reaches the target iron stake.
“Wind Storm!!!”
A tornado occurs around the iron stake again.
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As expected, the instructor is activating it slowly for easy understanding.
If it’s that much, you should be able to understand the flow of magical power. . .
Alex seems to be surprised too.
The Marco brothers are stunned.
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“Thank you very much!!”
Carl retreats back into the line.
He’s talking to John.
“John, did you see that?”
“Yeah, I saw it, Carl. I saw it! I got it.”
Carl & John fist bump.
What’s with these milk brothers? They’re becoming milk types.
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Well, it can’t be helped.
I line up for the Wind Storm test.
“Student Otto!! I forbid the use of magic in this class.”
What?
“Um? I want to participate in the practice?”
“Your test will be considered passed by attendance.”
“Then, can I play over there?”
“Fine. Stay within my sight.”
What a problem child treatment.
The class is noticeably collapsing.
The PTA won’t stay silent.
Since there’s no other way, I started practicing the form of grappling in the corner.
It seems that Carl and John have passed the test.
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Finally, it’s the water system. It’s quite interesting to use the life magic Water as a weapon.
Water Ball is a magic that throws a ball of water.
Gather the water in the air and throw it. The mass of water and humans is 1:1, so speed becomes destructive power.
If speed x (water) mass exceeds human mass, humans can be blown away.
Aim for the speed of sound!!
However, the students can’t exceed the realm of bicycles.
If it’s like that, it will be avoided.
Water Hammer is a Water Ball with more (water) mass, John. There’s no artistry.
Water Cutter is a familiar dream of cutting well with high pressure, a dream of cutting magic (Jack the Ripper).
The dream is spreading.
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“Yes, disqualified, next.”
“Yes, it’s a pity, but disqualified, next.”
“Yes, it’s completely no good, disqualified. Hey, I’m going to show you the model from now on, so use it as a reference!”
The instructor’s mood is getting worse with the continuous disqualifications.
I don’t want to start from the lecture again, I guess.
I understand the feeling.
“Water Ball!”
“Water Hammer!!”
“And this is Water Cutter!! Do you understand!!”
The instructor uses magic three times in a row.
Instructor, it’s questionable to use magic to relieve stress.
Well, I do it quite often too.
Maybe they couldn’t read it because the activation timing was a bit fast?
“I understand! Instructor!!”
“Who is it!! Try it!!”
“Yes! Number 52, Carl. Here I go!!”
It seems that Carl is going to do it.
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“Water Ball!”
There were some suspicious parts in the composition.
The ball of water hits the target.
The size and speed are not a problem.
“Passed!! Continue with Water Hammer.”
“Yes!! Water Hammer!!”
Hmm, the fine parts of the magical power composition are rough.
A water bullet larger than a volleyball hit the target.
“Passed!! Last one, go for Water Cutter!”
“Yes!! Water Cutter!!”
When the band of water hits the iron pillar diagonally, a sound of vibration due to the impact is heard.
“Good!! Number 52, Carl, you passed everything!! Study on your own over there.”
“Thank you very much.”
Carl is breathing heavily.
Everyone in the class is clapping and expressing their admiration.
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Carl comes over here and sits on a nearby bench.
I stopped punching the wall and sat next to the bench.
“Thank you, Otto. I understood something about magic.”
Carl is breathing heavily.
“You’ve used too much magical power. Rest.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”
It seems that he used all his magical power because it was his first magic.
Well, it happens often, he’ll probably learn how to control his magical power eventually.
It’s important to succeed in learning magic.
I fill the low-grade potion in my pocket with magical power and hand it over.
“Carl, drink this. It’s a low-grade potion.”
Carl, who received it, is staring at the small bottle he received.
Hey, drink it quickly.
“Even something like this changes. I wonder why?”
“Magic is activated by manipulating the magical power in space and matter. If there’s not enough, you release magical power to activate it. The amount of magical power each person has is different, and it doesn’t change much from when they were born. The density of the magical power that can be manipulated also varies from person to person, but it can be improved with training.”
“We didn’t learn that in class.”
“It’s the answer I came up with through my experiments. The wizards here fix the activation of magic with incantations. Wizards who don’t understand the flow of activation lose power or waste magical power.”
Carl put the small bottle he had been looking at in his pocket.
“Hey!! Drink it!!”
“No, I’m going to make this a family heirloom.”
“It’ll rot! It’s just a low-grade diluted potion.”
“No, no, this is worth being a family heirloom, right?”
“Sigh, can’t be helped.”
He’s surprisingly stubborn.
I have no choice. I put my hand on Carl’s shoulder and fill him with magical power.
“What did you just do?”
“I gave you a part of my magical power.”
“You can do that?”
“It’s the basics of healing magic.”
“Speaking of which, you were using healing magic. Where did you learn it?”
“Ho, you figured it out well. It’s self-taught and imitation.”
“Hey, you can’t use healing magic by imitation, can you? The church won’t stay silent, will they?”
“Is that so? Then keep quiet. I don’t look like I’m going to join the church, do I?”
“You’re using it openly, aren’t you? My mother was a sister at the church. I learned a little, but I couldn’t do it.”
“Hmm, well, don’t worry, it’s the next thing I’m going to teach.”
“What? Are you going to teach me healing?”
“No, it’s more basic. It’s training to share magical power with others and to inhibit the movement of the other’s magical power.”
“Inhibit the other’s magical power? Is that what you did when you erased the barrier I made?”
“You made that? I didn’t know. Well, it’s an application. My fighting style is to interfere before the magic is activated and then fight close.”
“So that’s why you’re training barehanded? Don’t you use a sword?”
“The kingdom’s swordsmanship doesn’t suit me. I don’t like swords like rapiers that break easily, I prefer knives or machetes, or mountain swords that can cut through a hundred people.”
“You can’t beat a knight in full plate with that, can you?”
“A tin soldier is enough with a big hammer.”
“Hahaha, a tin soldier. . . That’s a masterpiece.”
🔹𝔄w𝔢𝔟𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪 ― ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔴i𝔱𝔥 “𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰” 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰🔹
“Hey, you guys seem to be having fun. What are you talking about?”
Alex came walking over.
It seems he passed. I wave my hand to greet him.
“We’re talking about tin and hammers. But more importantly, congratulations Alex, you passed?”
“Yeah, somehow I managed to understand. I used to struggle so much.”
“Exactly.”
John answered, he just arrived.
“Congratulations on passing, John.”
I reach out my hand and shake his.
“Thank you. It’s thanks to Otto.”
“I just taught you how to remember. The rest was your effort.”
“Hey, you guys are quite gathered.”
Marco came over.
“Congratulations on passing, Marco. Where’s Feruppo?”
“Thanks, Otto. My little brother is next.”
“It seems to have started, hasn’t it?”
Alex is looking far away, making a shield with his hand.
“It seems to be going well.”
It’s probably a pass.
He’s making fists with both hands and shouting.
“It seems he passed.”
Marco let out a sigh of relief.
Here comes Feruppo running.
“I did it! Nii-san!! I passed on the first try!!”
“You did well, Feruppo.”
“””Congratulations, Feruppo.”””
“Thanks everyone, and thank you, Otto.”
“You’re welcome, now that everyone’s here.”
“Huh? No, Robin hasn’t come yet.”
Robin? Who’s that? Was there someone like that? What are you talking about, Feruppo?
“I passed.”
Who is this guy?
“Congratulations, Robin.”
“Thank you, Alex-sama.”
“Tsk.”
“Is there something wrong, Otto-sama? Did I make a mistake?”
“No, it’s nothing, Robin-kun, honestly, I didn’t think you’d pass.”
“Why do you look so disappointed? Otto-sama!!”
“Well, I want to take the exam too. I wonder if the instructor will be in a good mood?”
“You should stop, Otto. You can do water ball, hammer, and cutter, right?”
Feruppo is sulking for some reason.
“I’ve done hammer and cutter, but the ball is difficult.”
“The ball? Why?”
“When I increase the speed to increase the power, the water turns into steam due to the heat.”
“Does it disappear?”
“No, it hits as high-temperature steam and scatters. If you use it in a narrow place, you can make a lot of steamed burns all over your body.”
“That’s harsh.”
“Ah, probably instant death. It’s another magic. It can only be used to annihilate enemies holed up in a building.”
“Hey, John. Was Waterball such a magic? It should be a magic that can be used more easily.”
“Marco. Our common sense doesn’t apply to Otto.”
“Why not just slow it down?”
“Waterball can only be thrown in a straight line. If the activation is understood, it’s easy to avoid. The current war seems to be a stupid thing where the theory is to line up and exchange magic.”
“Hey, hey.”
“That’s not possible, right?”
Carl and John look at each other and protest. These guys seem to know military tactics because they come from military families.
“Line up and play chicken and leave it to luck is a stupid thing to do. If it were me, I would concentrate firepower on several places and break through with mobility. I would collapse from the rear and surround and annihilate. It’s faster to take the head of the enemy general without worrying about the slow-footed imperial heavy infantry.”
That’s how the Japanese military fought.
Most wizards have only about the firepower of a rifleman.
Carl and John are surprised.
“Otto, you’re quite knowledgeable.”
Marco is impressed.
“Of course. I’m going to make a name for myself in the military, get a territory, have women serve me, drink good food and alcohol, and live until I die. I won’t spare any effort for that.”
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“Student Otto, start the exam. Come here.”
I stand up from the bench when called by the instructor.
“Hey, good luck Otto. Go easy.”
“Otto, don’t involve everyone.”
“What should I do? Where should I hide?”
“Keep a close eye on it.”
“Ah, of course.”
I hear the voices of my friends behind me and wave my hand in response.
“Student Otto, start the exam. Target ahead, iron pole.”
“Otto, Waterball, target ahead, iron pole.”
While gathering the water in the atmosphere, I form a magic tube in the space to the target and gather all the air in the tube in front of my stomach.
It’s a considerable amount of heat, but I set a ball of water that I pressurized with magic in the vacuum.
All I have to do is release it, and the ball of water in the vacuum accelerates and hits the target at 12 times the speed of sound.
Since it’s flying inside the magic tube, there’s no sound or shock wave.
The iron pole bends and comes out of the ground and falls far away.
“Next, Water Hammer.”
“Student Otto, the exam is over! You passed.”
“No, no, instructor. This is where it gets interesting.”
“No problem. The exam is over. You passed everything.”
🩴
The instructor turns on his heel and leaves.
“That’s it for today’s exam.”
“”””Thank you.””””
The students greet and disperse.
The wind brushes against the hand I extended towards the instructor.
“Hey Otto! Let’s go to the library!!”
Alex is waving and calling.
It seems that only the six of us here have finished the three exams.
I passed all of them in one go, but I’m not quite satisfied.
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