I'm sorry.

　I didn't think I'd be judged as a great guy just for wiggling magic.



　With early dismissal looming on the horizon, I couldn't afford to make a mistake this time.



　I went to my next class with extraordinary determination.

　The name of the class is <>. Obviously, it's not good. But so be it.



　We get dressed for exercise and gather on a field that looks like it could be the size of a baseball field. Lias is fine, but why is Iris here?

　Didn't this guy suck at practical magic?



"Hey guys, it's a perfect day for bodybuilding!　Are your muscles in good shape?"



　A very hot-looking old man cheerfully appeared. He wore a tank top and had a thin, macho figure. His forehead gleamed with white teeth contrasting with his tanned skin.



"It seems that some of you fierce souls skipped the lower levels and came here to the master class. But are you all right?　I know that < is an exaggeration at the student level, but even so, you can't get hurt if you're half-heartedly prepared, can you?"



　He's obviously looking at us freshmen. Can you stop posing to emphasize your muscles?



"Now, let me explain the purpose of this class by way of greeting. Unlike the old style of combat in which magic was simply unleashed, in the modern age, whether in organized or individual battles, the ability to fight in close quarters is of great importance."



　It is a case-by-case basis, but as long as it is possible to strengthen weapons and oneself by magic, the superiority of close combat often decides the winner.



"And the basic of close combat is the body art. Smoothly, powerfully, and yet beautifully, without being swayed by your own magically strengthened body!"



　So stop with the weird poses, okay?



"The main aim of the lower levels is to explore the combination of self-enhancing magic and its compatibility with oneself. In the master level, it is assumed that each student has a general understanding of such things. No basic questions will be accepted. Learn it with your body!　Ask your body!"



　You are a busy man.



So, the main content of the class is a mock battle. Since today is the first day, let's watch a one-on-one battle together and exchange opinions.



　The teacher looked around at the students in a deliberate manner, clearly focusing on us three new students.



"Irisphilia, and Prince Lias Orteas, please come forward.



　Iris stood up.

　He was dressed in a chic black outfit with short sleeves and half pants. The tight fit emphasized her large breasts and the lines of her body, causing the men's eyes to change color.



　Lias stood up next.



"Sir, I'd like to f*ck this guy, Hurt.



　He picked me. Well, I don't blame him. In short, he wants revenge for what happened five years ago.

　Before I can answer, Iris interrupts.



"Wait a minute. I'd like to nominate Hurt, too, if you don't mind."



I'll deal with you later. I'll deal with you later.



"You're not going to be in five pieces against Halt. You don't have enough sense of urgency.



You're the one who's going to get the first shot."



　The two of them sparked by a glance. Whatever you do, don't lift me up.



　Normally I'd cower in fear of getting into trouble, but this is my chance.

　I was wrong about this morning's lecture and the class before. So this time I have to show them how lousy I am.



　Is it rude to lose on purpose?

　HAHAHA, I don't mind at all!



　It's just not good if they know you did it on purpose. It's not just my problem if I'm not diligent in class.



　The tank-top teacher folds his arms and thinks for a moment,



"If you're that hung up on Mr. Semphis, I still think it would be better if the two of you fight first and the winner gets to play him."



　Lias' smirk is a sign of confidence.

　Iris's mouth is drawn into a tight line.



　They faced each other silently at a distance of about 10 meters.



"This is a mock battle, but it is a real battle. Remember that. Let's begin!



　On cue, they each begin chanting.



　Iris is the first to begin. No, he made his move in the middle of chanting.

　From a kung-fu-like stance, he approaches Lias with considerable speed.



　Raius, on the other hand, responded with a boxer-like stance.



　Iris attacked in succession. Iris attacked with a series of hand blows and kicks without a pause. His bodywork is smooth and efficient.

　Riis's smile fades and he just barely manages to duck with a nimble step and an upper-body sway.



　Iris is pushing, and it looks like she is. Rias' jab was not working, and Iris was dominating with his hands.

　Gradually, however, Riis's expression became more relaxed, and a hint of impatience appeared on Iris's face.



　Lias' arm lowers slightly. Iris's weight was placed on his open chest with a palm strike. But...



　Gah!

"Ouch!"



　Raius was undeterred and returned the favor with a right hook. Iris managed to catch it with his other hand, but was easily blown away.



"That's enough!"



　The teacher raises one hand and his voice echoes.



"What?　Wait a minute. I can still fight!






　The arm that received the blow seemed to be numb, but his legs and feet were certainly not wobbling yet. But hey... .......



"No, it's a done deal. No, it's over. You know that, don't you?"



　Iris's eyes were dark and downcast.



"I must admit, I was surprised by your move, Irisphilia. You prepared yourself for battle quickly with a minimum of self-enhancement, and your movements were very sophisticated, having been trained in the art of bodywork itself. But you know what?"



　Sadly, all of Iris' attacks are light.



"With your current level of magic, you can't break through Prince Rias' defense. But don't be pessimistic. If you equip yourself with a powerful armor with magical effects, you have the ability to enter the battle right now. You will be able to keep up with this class.



　Iris did not lose her frustrated expression despite my consoling her.

　He staggered over to my side and sat down holding his knees.



"I'm not worthy to challenge you right now," he said.



　A glint in the corner of his eye. It falls down my cheek.



"You look frustrated, Irisphilia."

"Hey Semphis, you're his friend, aren't you?"

"What?　Aren't you his girlfriend?"

I'm going to have to show them a man.

"Get 'em!"



　The situation gradually heated up.



"Yes, that's great! If Hurt is willing to do it, I'm more than happy to do it.



　Lias accepts the villain and smiles wryly.



　What's with this "avenge your friends" mood? What are you guys so excited about?　I don't feel sorry for Iris, and I'm not pissed off at Lias.



　I'll stand up.

　And so, with the eyes of on me from behind, I challenge him to a game that I know I will lose.



　It's so hard to do.