62 - I wish it were like this every time.
The magic shooting class was cut short when Grandpa Sensei did not come back from his state of mindlessness.
Actually, he came back once, but I was sorry for smashing all the soil behind the target, and I put it back in a moment (I just wrapped the soil with a ward and moved it), and he left for the spirit world again.
I shook off the evil thought that I could skip class if I knocked out my teacher every time, and went to the next practical class.
It was the art of magic bodywork (master level).
This was the class I definitely wanted to skip. It was a class that mainly consisted of kumite against opponent. The thought of fist-fighting with a stranger was too terrifying. I'm the kind of guy who can't talk to strangers with either fists or words.
But I had no bright ideas.
The purpose of this class is to master the art of karate-ken, the art of strengthening the body with magic and the associated body movements. In other words, you can't use a magic gun. I failed in the previous class, and they would not let me redeem myself.
After all, he has already beaten Lias in the first lesson, so there's no point in trying to act like a complete fool.
So what do we do?
I decided to empty my mind and go with the flow. In short, I escaped from reality.
As usual, we were appointed by Lias to face him. But his attacks always come up empty. I just dodged and dodged.
"You're always dodging, Zemphis. Why don't you fight back once in a while?"
A teacher in a spiffy tank top gives me a pedagogical lesson.
"I'm not very good at hitting people or anything. ......"
I'm not lying. When I'm playing the hero of justice, I'm not afraid to flick heads, but I'm really a gentle man who can only hit people in his fantasy.
"I guess it's acceptable for you to knock someone down, isn't it? Hey, just think of it as an extension of that, and give him a good whack. You get used to it, get used to it.
The tank-top teacher flashes his white teeth and makes a fist.
That's why I'm not good at that.
"Maybe it's a mental thing. Then you should observe the other students in serious competition.
Again the teacher flashes his white teeth.
I sit alone in the gym while everyone else fights with sweat and tears.
I'm legitimately slacking off, but no. I want to be a recluse, not be treated like a child who is not good at sports. Sadness.
I'm not busy, so I do as I'm told and watch everyone else fight.
I had felt that <
As far as body techniques are concerned, I think I can deal with them any way I want as long as I can "follow them with my eyes".
The reason I am not sure is because of my lack of experience.
My training with my father is not helpful. I don't know how much he cut me some slack.
I don't use my body almost exclusively, even when I'm a hero. I can handle it with warding magic. I don't want to do anything dangerous. I don't have any experience in real combat.
Hmm? Wait a minute? I know, I happen to have a style that I don't make a big stand in Shiva mode.
That means...
Shiva's level of body techniques is unknown to others. In fact, they may think that she is not good at bodybuilding.
The reason I don't show my best in the practical classes is so that people don't suspect my association with Shiva. So, even if I get high marks in the physical arts, they won't suspect that I am the same person as Shiva, right?
All right, let's do it!
I get up, full of enthusiasm.
"Sir, I'll give it a try."
"Well, you have good eyes. The eyes of a warrior. I see you've been inspired by their enthusiasm and my muscles.
A tank-top teacher in a wiggly mystery pose. So why don't you stop doing that?
"So who do we have to deal with: ......"
The teacher started rummaging around. Well, why don't we just sacrifice Lias? I'm thinking,
"Aah!"
Someone flew in. You're the sacrifice," I said, and then I looked closer and saw a silver-haired pony girl. It's Iris, a.k.a. Irisphilia.
Her opponent is...
"How dare you, commoner! But don't think you can play against me with just a few tricks."
Silver hair, too. And handsome. But he's actually a fourth-year student named Alexei something or other, the man from <1>.
He's been rather gentlemanly with me, but he's not so forgiving with Iris. Aristocratic, I think.
"I'm sorry, Hurt, but I'm all right now."
Iris pulled away from me as I was leaning on her, but kept her arms slouched down. I tried to guard him with my arms, but they were too numb to move.
"Take it easy. I just needed a partner. Let's go with him."
Mr. Alexei's expression turns grim.
And for some reason, there was a mysterious excitement around us.
"Oh! Here we go again with the enemy revenge stew.
"Time to show your man again!"
"Get 'em!"
"Good luck, Mr. Hurt!"
"The showdown with Alexei senior is on a gold level."
What do you mean again? Yeah, we had something like that on the first day of class. It's not like that. .......
In the previous class, Mr. Alexei was also stuck in a state of lethargy, so I just went along with him. So, the game with this guy is dead in the water.
"All right. This is a good chance to see how good you are. I'll go easy on you, okay?"
"I'm looking forward to working with you."
I was licking my chops at this point.
Because this guy's moves were no different than any other student's. Considering the fact that he was about to launch multiple attack spells at the same time in the previous lesson, I guessed that he was a typical wizard who was good at medium to long range magic.
My guess is correct.
Hmm? Mr. Alexei cast an additional spell on himself while he still had some self-enhancement left. That's a hell of a lot of layering. That's more than Lias.
"Let's go!"
Oh, he's so fast. This is no Olympic athlete. I'm hit by a blinding onslaught like a battle race in a seven-ball cartoon.
I grabbed both wrists and caught the kick with my legs. Immediately after letting go, he punches me in the shoulder, chest, stomach, and finally in the face.
"BUEGGGHH!"
Mr. Alexei is blown away.
I kicked the ground. I kick him in the back as I pass him. He goes flying backwards, and I chase after him and heel-drop him.
Alexei is on the ground. He was twitching.
"Holy shit. ......"
"Did you see the movement of the Semphis?"
I have no idea what you did.
"Last year's body art champion is ......"
Oh, really? Yeah, but you're right, I'm a little surprised. He looks stronger than Lias.
"Excellent! Your muscles are perfect!"
The teacher came up to me in great excitement, clapping.
I take the opportunity to tell him.
"There's nothing I can learn from you."
"You say that to yourself?
The tank-top teacher is stunned.
"But to be honest, I've just one-sidedly beaten Gouberg, who could have fought me on equal footing or better: ....... I don't see the point in continuing to take this class."
"What?"
"What?"
Like the words I was thinking about this and that to draw out came out so easily?
"I would be happy to give you credit for the course at this point, but it would be difficult for me to do so on my own since there is no precedent for it. I'll discuss it with the institute."
Oh! My plan was unusually successful! Thank you, Alexei.
Please!"
It would be easier if it was like this every time. No, I'll make sure to succeed next time. I was full of enthusiasm.