253 248 成長できる機会はなるべく逃がすな (1/2)

My body is light.

Maybe it was the moderate rest from not moving your body in combat during the lecture period, or maybe it was because your body was sharp.

What should have been a booming sword shot became a sharp sound that ripped through space with a whirr.

The mineral tree, which resonates with the magical crests and circulates magic power, is in good shape.

It's also smooth and easy to move on to the next step.

Against the increasing purity of magic power, my movements are also getting faster and faster.

There's no doubt that my current condition is perfect.

But...

But...

No hits.

The supervisor's face slowly peeks out from behind a tree that you've paid off in side-leave as if in slow motion and looks at you calmly as you arch your body and evade like a layback Inabauer.

A paper-thin evasion.

Not even the long hair of the supervisor has been grazed, completely seen through.

There is no surprise in that movement.

I know we still have a long way to go.

That's why you're working harder, clenching your teeth, and going through the anaerobic motions.

You kick into gear again, but your body still doesn't scream.

After my blow, which was a paper-thin one, it comes back with a merciless blow.

Ouch!

I'd like to duck and duck too, but my body, not my head, understands that I'm not going to be able to do it in time, and I reflexively take action.

There's no time to think about it.

The moment you see it, or even perceive it, you have a few tenths of a second to react in the realm beyond.

Otherwise, it ends there.

Reflexively, my body is moving, but all the while, my vision keeps sending information to my brain to get a little bit of information about my opponent, and in that information I can see the look of the supervisor happily watching me in action.

In order to turn that smile into a shock, you prepare for the impact by forcing your magically-strengthened body to prepare for the impact, making your muscle fibers creak.

You can feel the sensation of blocking the swing of the supervisor's sword with a gakin.

You deflect the trajectory with the shield attached to your shoulder, realizing you've survived, while you try to regain your position.

”Sweet, Jiro.

Your opponent's movement will not give you such an opening.

Your opponent has two weapons.

He has simply double the number of moves.

As a unatmatched fighter, I envy the sheer number of moves he has.

In addition.

Your instincts are good. Keep up the good work.

The magic from the superintendent's magic sword is tricky.

The red magic sword in the foreman's right hand governs fire and the blue magic sword in his left hand governs water.

A magical sword, as I've learned in battle.

The performance of the magic sword is nothing short of troublesome.

Its troublesome nature never ceases to amaze me when the wielder is above the top-tier.

The previous sequence of events had deflected the fire magic sword's cut up from underneath with a shoulder shield, but before the left-hand water magic sword could be unleashed in a horizontal cleave, a fire magic was unleashed from above.

In addition to the two swords, the magic moves .

Twice as many times as I have, four times as many hands, and I'm still overwhelmed.

You'll be able to see that your hand is only a magically-enhanced slash and you want to lament your lack of hands.

”d*mn!

”Think before you swear, and turn your head before you bemoan your own inadequacy.

I'm sure the instructor, or Himiku, or someone stronger than me would hum along in this situation, but my body keeps moving.

Just because it's painful doesn't mean you can't keep your distance.

You have to respond to your supervisor's reprimand with action.

Always seek the best you can do in the present situation.

The body is always looking for the best way to beat the current situation. As if to draw out the limit, it sends out magic power to the mineral tree to create even more pure magic power, which is then added to your physical strength.

At this point, it's important to strengthen your body to the point where you can say it's an error.

Each step, each breath, and each move in that tiny amount of time is crucial to the board.

And the range of Minoki's slash is my interval.

There is a flying slash from a distance, but it requires a hoarding motion and its attack speed is slow compared to the supervisor's.

The supervisor's range is more than twice that.

Or should I say, all-range.

Just as Instructor Fusio had said, the skillful swordsmanship, the variety of magic that uses the magic sword's abilities.

It would be foolish to distance yourself from such an opponent to make a fresh start.

If you were to move away and approach again, it would be a Herculean task.

So this way, I'm concentrating on stepping in at close quarters.

If we get into a long-range battle like before, we'll lose the game.

It's a passable attack. That attack could certainly hurt us. But it's not a mortal wound. You need to move faster, perform more moves, and...

With a thump, the mineral tree pulsed, fueled by magical power that was one step purer, adding physical enhancements, instincts that understood that a single blink of an eye could be an opening, eyes wide open, eager to miss every move of the supervisor who was still fast despite the fact that he perceived the world was slowing down.

Cut down on waste.

”Hey, guys!

The supervisor's slash and my slash.

Despite the fact that it's one-handed versus two-handed, it's me who loses.

It's harder on the mineral tree, but never mind that it's sharper and heavier.

My brain tells my body to rotate the slash.

Yeah, that's it.

But even as I desperately grit my teeth and push my body to its limits, the supervisor coolly disposes of it with the magic swords in his hands.

And then .

......

Time, which had been moving violently, returns to silence in a fraction of a second.

The tip of the sword thrust in front of you breaks out in a cold sweat.

I see...is this a good one for my style? This is going to be worth polishing.

The counter after being flushed out of the upper level cutting.

He didn't have time to use hand-to-hand combat, and the decision was made immediately.

”Kahahahahahahahaha!

I finally got some decent air into my lungs after being that close.

I'm all sweaty and I don't know how long I've been fighting, but I still didn't think I'd get this tired after just one fight.

I don't show my fatigue on my face, but if this continues, I honestly think it's going to be tough.

”How do you see it, Immortal King?

”Kaka, how remarkable your growth is. I don't think this is the same guy who almost died from a demon king's blow last year.

Even though you're cutting corners, you're certainly getting a decent shot at us in a very short amount of time. I'm amazed at the rate of growth.

It may have been worth it, but it seems I got a passing grade from the supervisors.

It was a compliment or not, but for me, it was a definite growth achievement.

”Don't get complacent, don't get complacent with this.

”Yes!

”Kaka, how tough it is!

The supervisor saw through my inner thoughts and reprimanded me, but it was invigorating, as if he was telling me that I still had a lot of room to grow.

Contrary to the supervisor's tone of voice, the happy slackness in his eyes is also a reason why I became energized.