A vast stadium.
　It is a huge area with a curved arc. There is a martial arts stage there - not so magnificent, but the part covered with a protective barrier against magic - reminiscent of the academy's training grounds, but its size is incomparable. The faces of the people on the other side are definitely not visible, and I'm told it's 200 meters straight ahead.
　It was surrounded by bleachers. And on top of the fan-shaped tiers of seats, there are more bleachers. In other words, there is a second floor. There were solemn rooms sticking out between them.
　There were four competition compartments. This would be the progression of the four blocks of matches.

　Alice was the first of the first match. After Felinella had already delivered the order list to the headquarters, so I can't ask her to change it now. You can't object to it originally.......because it depends on your own personal feelings.

''Huh, why is it the first time?''

　I arrive at the first block with my AWR wrapped around me. I felt like my stomach was on edge from the extreme nervousness.

He said it's the same at the beginning and the end.
You can't say that.

　Tesfia is feeling the same tension, but it's not a little better since there's an Alice next to her who's even more stubborn than she is. Maybe it was softened by sympathy and relief, like finding a kindred spirit, only to find out she wasn't alone.

'You've been given a new AWR, go try it out to your heart's content!

　After a mischievous smile, he also follows up with, "Go get some attention, too.
　I don't even have to think about what that means. That gold color in addition to the AWR, which is not commercially available.
　It's not my place to complain, but Alice laughs a little bitterly.

'Fear is your second game, right?'
Shit!　So I can't watch Alice's game, but let's win the first game!

　There is no willpower, no assurance, and yet Tesfia's words fall into Alice's stoned mind. There's no pressure to win, and before you know it, you feel like you're even light on your feet. Because I know it's a deception, I just told it to myself as if it was a self-implication.

'That's when his training is going to be put to the test. If he loses, let's complain about it!

　Oh, I see. The irreverent idea of blaming others for your loss, of course, is obvious as he gives you a bad look with a nikah and a bad face that he doesn't mean it.

''If you say things like that, you'll get slapped again.

　He cowered his shoulders as if on purpose, but Tesfia's bad face didn't fall.
　Alice reminisces.

(But........what I've done so far has helped me and.......)

　So he decided to believe. He was determined to do the best he could.
　Then he turned to Tesfia and turned to his best friend with a will that had been fed by his efforts so far and had become a little stronger.

'And Fia, too. I'm not saying we're going to win one game, but we're going to win and our goal is the real game!

　If it was a time like this, would they let their fists come together if they were men? Right after Alice shook her head that she couldn't be so embarrassed.

...

　Instead of a fist being thrust lightly in front of her chest, Tesfia's sword was lifted.
　Alice turned her eyes in confusion, not knowing what it meant.

''See, Alice too........''

　Alice obeyed as she was told, leaving the question of what the ritual was about. However, Tesfia's face turned a bit red as she turned in a new direction.
　And each other's swords and spears - around the hilt - collided with each other with a clink.

''But let's go for it!
Yes?

　It was hard to ask what that was, so I'll throw in a change. Maybe Tesfia's mom was in the military, so she's going to enter the AWR before the mission?　

What's the spell?
Yeah, I do.　
Wow, I didn't know there was such a thing. Is it a unit decision?
Well I'll get it into my unit eventually.
Hmm ... maybe Fia.
'Yes!　Now, I just thought of that!

　A skeptical eye shot through Tesfia, and Alice, who was blindsided by the senseless... or rather too outlandish response, couldn't resist the hilarity that surged through her, put her hand to her mouth, and started laughing to let out the tension that was loosening in her pooch.

''Fine!　Laughing at something that I thought wasn't so bad?　The "normal
Because you're not a boy.

　A teary-eyed Alice scooped up the drops that had started to dip her eyes thinly with her fingertips.
　Puking and puffing out her cheeks childishly, Tesfia turns away mockingly, saying she is unhappy.
　Such a good friend is loving and makes her feel grateful.
　Alice thought about how to convey this to him and immediately took action. It's the quickest and simplest way to say thank you.

'Thank you!　Fear.

　Alice hugs her from behind, baptizing her from behind, and she doesn't care what people think.
　Tesfia keeps her arms around her neck in embarrassed view.

'You're in good shape,'

　Alice grinned at Tesfia, who cowered her shoulders.

　The players around her - especially the boys - who were watching her stopped and glanced at her. I guess that means they too are one man before the players. What are the emotions that have escaped their self-control? It's useless to think about it, because in the end you can only stare at it from a distance.
　I'll just say that I'm restraining myself from being mistaken for a momentary lust.

　After parting from Tesfia, Alice told the attendant standing in front of the game room the names of the players and the academy, and after checking the names, she entered the room.
　A screen above the center of the room shows the battle, but the time for the match to begin is displayed until it begins. There is already no tension in the ticking match, and there is nothing to feel in the dwindling time.
　On the waiting bench, Alice took a cloth and pulled out her AWR. This time, she doesn't even need a belt-type sheath, so she'll take on the challenge as a bare body.
　Even if you take a big deep breath, what you exhale is just a breath. The Tesfia had already removed everything that weighed down the movement - leaving a good amount of tension.
　The actual venue of the match was covered in 40 meters square.
　Alice took a deep breath as she checked the time remaining, and her hand gripped the AWR.
　An attendant prompts her to make her way to the entrance, "Players, please enter.
　Approaching, the door slides open.
　The moment you enter, you find yourself exposed to countless eyes. I can hear the groans of admiration in the distance. Maybe it's the protective wall, but it pushes the clutter, which can be taken as astonishment, out of my consciousness.
　The golden AWR, definitely this one, Alice took a glance at it, feeling the weight of the metal in her hands. Even Alice gasps at the sight, even mysterious. I don't have the confidence to realize that it was a spear used by the gods in fairy tales and fairy tales of sorts, even if they falsely claimed it was a spear used by a god. It couldn't be true, but there was a glow that made me think it was.

　At about the same time, coming in from across the street was the uniform of the Sixth Academy of Magic. In other words, it's a mage who belongs to the Hydrangee.
　I walked to the center of the starting position while keeping it in sight and watching the equipment.
　I'm sure that Ars might have been able to discern the aptitude lineage from the AWR's magic formula when he approached, but it would be a covetous thing to do. It's not a head with wisdom, so there's no possibility of even that. It's a double-edged sword, but it doesn't look rugged, and Alice frowned. A large red jewel at the end of the hilt, a large red jewel, a scabbard that was purposely decorated to appear in the budding body, hung at her waist.
　He is of medium height, with neatly trimmed and flowing bangs. His face is dignified, but there are glimpses of youthfulness here and there. Her gait was more disciplined than graceful.

(Aristocrat?)

　The other party is naturally looking at you too, but the color of your eyes and your mocking mouth. It's clear that they are clearly looking down on you as a lower rank.
　However, when you get closer and look at Alice's AWR, it's disconcerting. Has her self-esteem been hurt? The mocking face changed and twisted as if to say it was unworthy of its share.

　They arrived at the designated position and time passed. Alice moved into a battle position and sat back and readied her spear. The buzzer to start should sound, but the silence of a few seconds is long and long in waiting.
　Immediately after thinking it was strange, the word 《warning》 is displayed on the central screen in red letters. It is followed by, "Sixth Wizarding Academy, warning is set to 1. Immediately unleash your magic and prepare to begin. "The man who was surprised by the mechanical and monotonous voice was his opponent.
　If you look at it, you can see that he was pouring magic power into AWR. It's probably unconscious from the way he's panicked.
　Alice relaxes her taut shoulders. I thought I understood what Arus meant when he said that he could measure the opponent's strength by granting magic power, as he had said before.
　I know because I've trained in magic manipulation and I'm able to do it a bit. It means that I'm so inexperienced that it flows out of my unconsciousness.
　Well, it's not uncommon for magic power to be released due to emotional arousal, but in this place, it would be nothing but immaturity.

　What he did was flying, so to speak. The release of magic power and the use of magic in the starting position until the buzzer of the start sounds. Any equivalent action would be prohibited and a penalty would be imposed. It's not going to happen in one go, but as the announcement said, these warning penalties will lead to the disadvantage of the academy, not the individual.
　The opponent takes a big, deep breath just to regroup.
　On the contrary, Alice was calm and collected. There was no insult, and her thoughts spun calmly and normally.

　Then the bell for the start of the match rang out, a little later than the other blocks.
　Alice swings her spear in a high-speed motion in every direction, as if to call it preparatory exercise. The grip that seems to stick to your hand and the higher-than-usual rotation speed causes dust to fly.
　I'm sure the opponents have found the dainty spear handling to be highly skilled as expected. I was looking for a way out of this one with a ready position.
　The spear pointed its blade downward and stopped moving with a snap. With her eyes on the enemy, Alice runs at breakneck speed.

''I'm going!

　A moment of astonishment. Is it against Alice's speed? The opponent hurriedly exercises his magic. The magic formula engraved on the blade blade blade glows faintly, and a fireball is produced not from the blade tip, but by raising his free hand in an exaggerated manner.
　It goes without saying that the tip of the blade is essentially the shortest. Of course it doesn't matter if it's a hand if you can specify the coordinates of the magic, but it obviously leads to time loss.
　Alice has a hunch that he has some kind of aim.
　However, what was released was a common fireball 《burst》.
　Since they were chosen by the players, they were not limited to one shot, but were created one after another.

　When Alice guessed that that was all there was to it, she mercilessly reflected with 【Reflection】. If possible, I want to suppress the unnecessary consumption of magic power, but it is said that it is necessary to confirm this match, even if it is not as exaggerated as an AWR performance test.

''----!

　It wasn't until Alice felt uncomfortable that she reflected the fireball about three shots. There was no problem with the reflections, and she was able to exercise the reflections accurately. But it was obvious that the sensation transmitted to her hand complained of excessive consumption of magic power. More specifically, the area of interference by reflection is not only the sword blade, but it also pulls a glow that leaves an afterimage.

(I didn't expect such an excess with the same magic power consumption as before!

　If it's done poorly, the premise that the magic power required for reflection is more than the magic power to be reflected will collapse. As expected, although over-consumption is unavoidable against a higher-ranked opponent or magic that cannot be judged in terms of scale and power, it might be possible to consume less than the wielder if the same level, or even the difference is not that great.
　Alice couldn't control her rising emotions anymore, to the point where she felt overconfident in AWR, to the point where she felt strong even though she knew that being conceited and overconfident was a fool's thing to do.
　The tension is now a memory. Not even the cheers that welled up can reach you.
　The other party jumped back right back to the side as soon as possible with a look of astonishment at being bounced back.
　Alice went straight into a chase and swung her spear down from the upper level in one swift movement with urgency.

　The metallic sound screams like a scream. Of course, it's the opponent's over-decorated sword.
　The only difference between them is their manipulation of magic power. I'm not going to be able to get it right. The face turns red in anguish as he holds it down with both hands.

　The collision was instantaneous, but even with that alone, Alice gauged the difference in strength between her and her opponent and came up with an analysis that she could win if she wasn't caught off guard. She didn't feel like losing in close proximity, and her magic could be pushed through with only reflection.
　I haven't yet figured out all the magic my opponent has, but it's possible to deal with it by looking at the magic power manipulation.

　As it is, the spear attacks from all directions.
　It's not only easy to get on the feint, it's not even possible to counterattack, and the defensive battle continues many times, and the blade snatches the man's body little by little.
　Alice has no taste for tormenting her enemies.
　So she retreated at one end.

　The face of the opponent is one that realizes that the color of defeat is deep in his face. There is no contempt in their eyes, and I can see the wavering that they must fight with all their might. That was from an estimate of how much the odds of winning were really going to be.

　Alice, on the other hand, landed with a huge leap... and then lowered her gaze directly downward in surprise.
　She was honestly embarrassed by the match clothes the academy had provided for her. The clinging clothes seemed to emphasize a part of her, and she was filled with shame. It was partly because of the obscene stares.
　The jacket is also there, but she had to take it off as long as she was taking on the match, and it's just enough to kick that depression to the curb.
　There were many times when I thought it was a hindrance. I feel like I'm getting more and more bloated with each passing month. It is Alice's sincere wish that she doesn't need any more - the uniforms provided by the military are designed to be easy for women to move in, but she has no way of knowing.
　It feels a little constrictive, but it's still astonishing how easy it is to move in a chest that seems to be fixed.
　It's a luxury that only some people can understand, but it's important to Alice that it's gone.
　But she chews on her satisfaction that this should not be shared with her best friend.　

　Seeing the way Alice could afford it, her opponent gritted his teeth. No, it was probably the hand holding the AWR that made the sound. He had a wariness in his eyes, but the tip of his sword was pointing downward.
　But there was no sign of an immediate attack.
　He was exuding frustration, but there was no sign of movement, and on the contrary, he wasn't looking for Alice's way out.

　For a few moments, Alice holds her spear up, wary. What is she going to do?
　The rugged magic power that flows through the AWR. Although it lacks precision, I feel that the amount of magic power is high.
　Raising his gaze from below while paying attention, the corner of the man's mouth rose slightly.

''.........!

　Alice turns her gaze back to AWR.
　Then the man turns the sword, which was showing only one side of the sword, as if to say it was a revelation, back the other side. There was a magical formula that glowed red.
　Scared, similar to shivering, I was not careless, but I can't help but feel that I was bypassed.

(Evasion, no, what will they still do...!

　I could feel the heat wave under my feet, the reddened ground lifted slightly as if it was spitting something out.

''Too late!　Pillar of Fire, Burn Pillar!

　The man spits out wordlessly that he has won. The tip of the sword travels across the ground, directly underneath Alice, setting the coordinates to the ground.
　Alice immediately decides that there's no way to avoid it unharmed.

(Reflection is right below too!)

　So, this action was not the result of contemplation, but a reaction rubbed in by daily training.
　With a thump, she lightly kicked the ground and lightly floated up into the hollow. Half-turning like a mongrel, Alice looked straight down and swung her spear at the ground with all her might.

''《Shail Wraith》!

　The close range collision between the magical powers diffused an explosive roar and shook the ground.
　A slash of light cracked the pillar of fire that erupted. In the midst of this, the slash drilled deep into the ground, emitting a deafening sound.
　It was quite a forceful move, but with such a difference in the power of the magic, it was inevitable that it would be overwhelming. The momentum of the flames weakened and the pillar of fire cracked to the left and right shrank as I watched.
　A flash, as if blown out rather than extinguished, and the ground was deeply split. This is exactly the scene that could be said to have been blown away or literally slashed.

'---- Nah!

　When she lands, Alice is more astonished than satisfied. She peers at her stunned opponent and peers closely at the claw marks.

(I certainly did my best, but...)

　As far as I can see, the bottom is dark. It's not shallow by any stretch of the imagination, if it's not good, it might be as deep as Alice's height. He felt a little danger rather than joy at the too strong power.
　Switching his thoughts, the opponent who had witnessed Alice's attack hadn't been able to recover as if he had let go. Could it be because the magic he was absolutely confident in had been broken?

　Alice thought of him, "Oh, I had a similar situation at first," as she thought of her opponent, who was easily defeated in a confident close fight, and who couldn't even get his reflection to work, which was even said to be cheating in an interpersonal fight.
　A cold sweat ran down his face as he thought of that, but that was a really close call now.

(I'm sure it's because of things like this that Al said it's better to end it early. (You should have said it right!)

　Everyone has a specialty magic that should be called a special move, I guess. You can also expect an upset.
　It's also a strategy to not let them show it. It's not a good idea to put them in a situation where they have to bite a cat in a tight spot. The more so since there is no difference in ability between the two sides, the better.

In that case, I'll give it my all.

　A nervous face. I still wondered if I should reconsider the idea of using this in the real world, but it would be better to use it and get a feel for it in the future.
　I removed the clasp at the bottom of the handle and released the three circles into the hollow.

　I remembered what Ars had told me.


　The released rings stagnate in the sky, according to the rough coordinates. By correcting its position relative to Alice's, the rings will turn to face her as she approaches, and stop her.
　The rings, which are fixed above and to the left and right of Alice's head, follow her as she moves. This circular small AWR, up to this point, shows a synchronized reaction due to the nature of meteometal and its special magnetic field.
　Alice also managed to clear this through the coordinate recognition training she did in training. The problem is next........

　Alice stuck out her free hand to make it easier for her to become aware.
　The three circles distorted gingerly and the circle widened. However, they quickly returned to their original shape. Like rubber, which is an elastic body. Originally, it was an elastic material by passing magic power. Of course, the spear part is processed to retain its strength, but the circle is used as it is.

'I can't maintain its shape now...'

　He looked at his opponent with a look of frustration on his face. This is because the lack of strength cannot be overcome in the present situation.
　Alice passes her magic power through the spear. A magical formula that vaguely but powerfully shines out. It links to the circle as well. When all the AWR is passed through the magic power, I sit down and pull the spear downward.
　The other party staring at Alice's circle, dumbfounded at what is happening, belatedly realized that the hostility was directed at him.
　A fireball flies unnecessarily with a frightened face.
　There was no need to use reflection anymore. It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

'Shire Wraith.............................Quartet.

　A huge slash sliced through the air from the blade, misting the fireball and pushing forward. A slash about one size smaller around it. The 【Shail Wraith】 born from the circle of the circle follows and runs parallel around the slash as if dancing.
　This is why Ars tells me that the circle is also an AWR. Alice smiled.

　The opponent covers his face with his arms, as if he has given up on the fireball that is easily dissipating. Immediately after - all the bullets hit the opposing player.
　Without the time to agonize, the man fell backwards as it is, and--.

"Unable to fight--Winner 2nd Magic Academy. Alice Tirake.

　The cheers from Alice's side had died down, and only the announcement announcing the winner rang out.　
　A beat after the announcement was over, a round of applause was given. Alice, who was receiving all that attention, turned her head in shame and left the stage quickly. If I had to add a sound effect, it would be something like choc-choc.