One minute before the start of the match, both fighters appeared in the center of the ring. At that moment, there was a round of applause. The crowd must have been more crowded on the second day compared to the first day. There were even people standing in the aisles.
　Even so, they must have restricted the entrance to the stadium, and set up a large screen near the stadium to disperse the crowded crowd.
　Sorry for the opponents, but the cheering was mostly directed at Ferinella.

'You're going that way after all?'

　Ars looks at the AWR in Felinella's hand as she comes out and monologues to herself.
　He had been consulted before the tournament on whether to use a stabbing AWR like the command staff he uses at work or the AWR he usually uses. Of course, both are the same stabbing weapon. The only difference would be the difference in reach; the magic formula engraved on the AWR is also different, and I recommended the former, which is rich in versatility, such as offensive magic. Of course, it's Felinella who decides, but apparently she has brought both.
　The one I currently have is the one recommended by Ars. I'm sure that this is one of the items that was custom made for Felinella. It is a misericorde, a stabbing weapon with a blade of about 40cm, which would have originally emitted a shining silver glow, but the magical formulas that run along the sword's blade, carved in a spiral shape, are painted black. The silver color is only visible through the slightest gap.
　The ornamental, ornamental-like sword blade, which was not designed for a sword fight, contained a thin emerald green color.

　His opponent held a rugged cutlass in one hand and stood in front of him along his body. Even from here, one could see that he was taking a big deep breath.
　One side gracefully, the other side divinely arrives in place.
　Felinella lightly grips the AWR and points the tip to the ground. It's a graceful move with plenty of room to spare, but inwardly it's an unsettling rough patch. Once the match started, though, she would not have to think about anything else by exerting her power.
　By nature, Ferrinella had been educated to maintain a sense of normalcy rather than being able to control tension. It doesn't matter how much applause she gets, she can remain unperturbed. Still, the only reason his hands are sweaty enough to be aware of it is because Ars is watching him. He let out a small breath, though not as much as the opposing player.
　And then the deafening start sounded, which was matched by cheers.
　The earth-shaking cheers stop in an instant. A bizarre silence covers the game field. It is such that even the sound of gasps stand out.
　The first to move was Ferrinella.
　She spins the tip around to play with the sky. No one immediately knows what's going on, but gradually, as your opponent's hair is dominated, you get a general idea of what's going on.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for, because considering the transparent anti-magic protective wall that surrounds you, the game field where the players are located is supposed to be windless.
　Ars catches a slight residue of magic power dancing around.

(It's a magic that only creates wind........)

　It already had the appearance of a storm rather than a wind. The opponent should be receiving a wall of wind slamming down from all directions. You can't even breathe with that one.
　The beginner level magic was also maximally powerful because it was an enclosed space.
　Felinella was wary of the countermeasure, but it wasn't long before she saw how much of it was visible.
　Cutlass's magic formula glowed as his opponent muttered something, and water poured out of the tip in a flurry. When it colored the ground - in an instant, a large amount of water filled the ground underfoot and began to swirl around the man.
　It rises higher as it gains speed into an even greater torrent.
　In the blink of an eye, a semicircle of flowing torrent covered the man.

''A [Flowing Water Wall]?''

　Middle-grade barrier magic. It's no wonder that it is mastered if you say. But the reason it's set at medium level is because its potency isn't that powerful, and it's not an easy magic. The focus on gaining centrifugal force by making it flow to maintain a mere wall of water is brilliant, but it's easier said than done.
　It's just a formality, and he's good at it, too.

But can he fight with that?

　Loki's question is no surprise.
　The biggest weakness of the flow wall is that it reduces visibility. You're supposed to have more visibility than it looks.

'You'd think that much,'

　It's easy to see that this is a countermeasure against Felinella. If we can isolate and separate her from her wind manipulation, we won't have to worry about her being under the influence. However, that shouldn't lead to a drastic solution. Because magic is superior or inferior depending on the intensity of interference of things.
　The two sides use each other's magic to build a ring that could be called a battle preparation.
　But the wind that had been rippling through the water wall has ceased in a flash. And Felinella's sword tip starts to turn in the opposite direction.
　Perhaps it limited the direction of the wind. Instead of a single layer of storm, the water wall was splashed even more than before.
　In this storm, Felinella's hair only swayed to the extent that a gentle breeze blew.
　Such a bizarre scene increases even more. Four small tornadoes were born, drawing a pale light green glow around Felinella. 【Rondo Ragged】 The raging tornadoes contain such concentrated magical power that if you insert your bare hands into them, they will be torn to shreds in an instant.

　Immediately after the four tornadoes started running towards the opponent at Felinella's direction - the water droplets that splashed at her feet instantly amplified like twisting a faucet, sprouting thorns from underneath her feet as they swirled around and towards Felinella.

'Ah!　Huh? And then a scream mixed with a scream, Tesfia slowly opened her eyes to the whole thing as she looked down.
　The thorns pierced the sky, and as soon as they didn't respond, they scattered with a buzzing sound.

''You're a [Wind Rider], right?''

　Ars nodded lightly at Loki's muttering. The [Wind Rider] rides the wind that he has created himself, this is a skill that can be done by those who have an aptitude for the wind system rather than magic - it is said to fly.
　And the original [Wind Rider] isn't a method of small-scale movement, but that the field that the opponent thought he had prepared at the time he was making it possible was in Felinella's hands. The inside of the game field is already Felinella's soil.
　It's a composition that seems to be a microcosm of the relationship between humanity and demons. It's only a matter of time before they cut you down even if you're holed up in a shell, and you'll come out striking - although you must have a battle strategy that doesn't let them get close.

(That won't protect the shell.)

　A tornado crushes it from all sides to crush it.
　I concentrate on trying to maintain the water wall, but it is clearly distorted, and although I move into a direct attack on Felinella, the magic wielder, before it is crushed, all of the water spikes cut through the sky. On the contrary, they didn't even snatch it. It was a form of narrowed vision that backfired when it came to catching Felinella, who was moving at high speed on the air currents.
　It's doubtful that he could have hit her even if his vision was clear, though.

　The water wall collapsed easily as he spent his consciousness on the attack. The man peeled his eyes away faster than he expected.
　As for the skill of having magic exercised simultaneously, it's clear that Ars is the most outstanding sophomore I've ever seen in my life. Even so, it must be said that Felinella was one better than him.
　It may indeed have taken a little more time to crush the water wall. That much power was not put into that breaking fury (Rondo Ragged).

　In other words, this was the reason why Ferrinella first changed the direction of the air currents. The tornado created against the wall of water flowing to the right rotation is a left rotation. By making the flow of the water wall significantly faster instead of compressing it, the wielder had to maintain the flow of the water wall, and the fact that the flow exceeded the flow when exercised meant that the performance of the water wall as a protection was improved by that much. In other words, it is self-evident that the magic will not be able to be maintained if the flow is not controlled in a proportionate manner.

　You can damage the magic process by resisting and suppressing the flow by reversing rotation, but the non-corporeal wind consumes an unreasonable amount of magic power in relation to the amount of material it consumes, so it was made unsustainable by forcing the flow to increase.
　The water stored in the balloons fell as if it had lost its support - it was supposed to do so, but the tornado caused it to be rolled up as a splash. At the same time, the tornado did not attack, but transformed into a storm.
　The wind is so strong that the man can't even open his eyes, and he searches for his target while holding his cutlass.

''----!

　I feel a dull, paralyzing sensation in my shoulder. This is a sign that the attack has been translated into psychological damage. My head tingles as a tidings of this - this is a signal from my brain that I'm under the illusion of pain.
　I turn around, and flash a cutlass, but it only cut the wind - through the empty sky - and cut the wind.

　With the degree of thinly opened vision, it's already impossible to catch Felinella. Even so, the unseen opponent's attacks continue. The legs, arms, and waist were met with one stab after another all over the place.

　I subconsciously hold down the top of my eyes with one hand, and even the spikes of water are released but only return to an indeterminate shape in a misplaced place.
　I found myself in a strange scene where instinctive fear was aroused and flailing my arms desperately, wielding magic in vain with no regard for the amount of magic remaining.
　High spikes of spikes that were not supposed to reach Felinella as she danced in the middle of the sky appeared and returned in vain. Even though the cutlass is swung in all directions, the thrusts that stab the man's body show no signs of stopping, on the contrary, they aim precisely at the fatal wound.

　The man is unable to work his thoughts into the unseen horror of the headache, which is no longer a tic-tac-toe. Gradually, the magic couldn't take the form of spines either, and he was conscious of every time the wind passed, making a noise in his ears.

(Lord Viziest is thorough, too.)

　Ars's impressions are against a solid strategy. He blocked his vision and successfully used the wind as a diversion to make his opponents fight in their ears, and if he did, he would incite fear with a wall of wind that would push them. They don't know where the attack will come from.
　At first glance, he seems to be toying with the idea, but he is only choosing a surefire way to win. At first, his reaction to the attack was so fast that it was only a snatch... Gradually, his fears grew, and if he took a large swing, he would penetrate deeper to where he could step in. He's doing this at high speed while riding the wind, so he must be at the end of his training.

''This is it........''

　Tesfia mumbled in awe, but her face was filled with respect.
　Next to her, Alice is holding her breath hard.

(Surely you wouldn't want to be called Orkesis.)

　I look over to get a bird's eye view. There's a lone, dancing puppet wielding his AWR messily from a state of panic.
　If I'd handled it a little more calmly, I could have chosen to use magic with a wider range. That is, if he had mastered it. It would be difficult to use magic in my already worn out mental state, since even the AWR doesn't have any magic power passing through it.
　As I recall, this is what I wanted to do. There was something similar when I trained with Felinella, but the pace was on Ars's side all the way through because he broke it down early and used his powerful magic. That's why I can see it, the way she's fighting now, winning steadily, is right, but I'm also sure she's not giving it her all.
　A quiet battle out of sight is probably the way it should be... no, she shouldn't be expecting a battle in the first place.
　This is more of a technique that comes in handy for behind-the-scenes work. It is a technique that contains the intention of a single blow, a silent death. That's why Ars swallows the reluctance in the back of his throat.
　I wonder if the Vizaists are stepping on emotions that can kill, but it's not easy for a human to kill a human - not physically, of course. Sometimes it's necessary for espionage. Especially if it's Sir's unit. I'm not going to tell you what other families' policies are, but because it looked like they were being catty, I suspected that Ars was being a clumsy parental figure.
　It's a good thing that he is a Viziest, because he has a strong image of going to the front lines and raging, rather than being a man of wisdom.
　I'm not saying that it's wrong, because among the military, it is also described as a typhoon, although from a physical standpoint. It's a meander, but since Ars met Viziest, he hadn't been able to worship the symbolic power of his fierceness, and all he could do was manipulate him as a commander.


''It's a shame that you have so much talent... no, not much talent, huh?

　There would be no greater talent as a behind-the-scenes job, no greater talent than if it were only intelligence, but I can assure you, knowing who Ferrinella is.

(You can't kill a man with that thing.)

　It's about who likes to play dirty. A life of lukewarmness can be physically and mentally damaging. And when it comes to the task at hand, it can be difficult to maintain your sanity.
　One moment of hesitation can cost you your life and add an irreparable blunder to an important mission.

'What's wrong?' Ars shook his head from side to side in response to Loki's question that it was nothing. To change his thoughts, he returned his attention back to the battlefield.

　Already his opponent was fully wounded, but he was exhausted to the point where he was thrusting his AWR into the ground and resting his weight on it. It was clear to everyone that the exhaustion coming from the spirit rather than the depletion of magic power was obvious.
　His gaze was set on the hand, and the victory or defeat was decided. But even so, the reason why he hasn't fallen yet is because he is a representative of the academy.
　You can find a number of different types of shoes that you can choose from. The floating ceased and landed directly on the ground. Even the sound of that landing must have been drowned out in the storm.
　Felinella starts to walk towards her opponent. In her hands, a faint glow that still indicates the exercise of magic flashed the magic formula.
　The distance between the two of them closes, stopping just a step before the pause. Her expression is serious itself, as she is in the middle of a match. However, there is an unconcealed admiration in her eyes.
　Her opponent also belatedly realizes that Felinella was approaching, and there is no expression of astonishment on her face.
　They know. That there's nothing more they can do.

　The magic power goes along with Felinella's AWR, and she holds herself up after a pretend gesture that cuts through the air with a beep. At the same time, the wind that was blowing in the air has stopped.
　As the opponent also noticed, he detaches himself from the AWR he was leaning on and when he pulls it out, he takes up a position at the waist.
　The tense air would only be in the bleachers. The men in question even felt comfortable as they began to move slowly in silence.
　The man lightly cast his eyes down at Felinella and then stepped forward in a big way, as if to summon up the last of his strength. The flash of a side-nagiri was a disgraceful taiji muscle that had no strength or waist in the man, but it was still the best strike he could unleash in his current state. It's also completely lost its power midway through and just swept out of the air as if it were flowing. It's not a good thing that I'm not a fan of, because a lack of painful sensations pierced my chest and instead turned into a headache that made me unable to move.

　Ferrinella left the other player behind as she crossed over. They were only a fraction of what they were facing. He heard the sound of a fall on his back, followed by the buzzer to end the match.
　Before the winner was announced on the screen, the crowd in the stands gave a roaring applause. It wasn't just the lavish praise for the winner. The game was one-sided, but it would have been dedicated to the players of the First Magic Academy as well.
　Felinella cared for her opponents, even leaving them in the care of the tournament staff, the healing mages. Such a sincere attitude of hers would have produced a swell of fans by the dozens or hundreds.
　It was like this before the main game. A thunderous ovation that resembled the sound of an explosion.
　The crowd was looking at the players being carried off on a stretcher, Ferinella bowed four times on all sides, four times in total. Then, the last bow, Felinella's gaze was turned to Ars, who raised his head.
　Ars responds to the smiling expression by lightly raising her hand. This is like a labor of love for her.
　He hated being called an orcasys, and yet the reason he fought this way was because he remembered that it wasn't for a sure victory either. I fought to show myself that I was willing to fight, and that's what was in the gaze I gave him. It was precisely that "How was it? And so on.
　Ars scratches his cheek at this non-verbal exchange.

　(So you want me to come with you to work?)

　And because it is an overly deep reading, Ars quickly dismisses the thought. In any case, even if that was the case, it's not you who decides, but Viziest, who appoints the intelligence, and Beric, the governor.
　This kind of exchange is enough for Loki alone.

'I knew it was great!　Orkesis!
'You can only barely see it from this position, and it was underwhelming. But something about the way he fought that I didn't see in training with Al.

　The admiration of the impressed Tesfia - in a way, she is a believer.
　As expected, Alice is surprised as well, but the question comes to her first. Alice knew Felinella from training, but the way she was fighting now was something she hadn't seen in training.

'That's the tactic. You didn't get to that point in training because I was quick to respond. I get the sense that it's a pattern, and it's a good way to fight covertly.
'I see, but you were really dancing. I felt a little sorry for the guy...

　Alice looks at the empty game field with a sympathetic bitter smile.

It's a match, so I think it's wrong to cut corners for personal reasons. It's a good idea to have a show of force to boost morale, considering the position of a leader.

　He smiled slightly at Loki's precise prodding and replied, "...yeah. As for Ars, he had to come around to the affirmative side because he won in five seconds, but if the Governor also told him that he felt sorry for him, he would think about it slightly.
　For the other competitors, this tournament is a fine stage. You can't blame them if they don't even let you fight, even if they think you're a biting dog. In that sense, I suppose I have some sympathy for the guy who fought Ars.
　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.

''Even so, Felli-senpai, you've gotten noticeably stronger than last year!
You won't be happy to hear that from you.
'That's not a great thing to say against a three-digit wizard, but you don't know that Al didn't see the game last year. We still had a shootout last year.
Well....

　As expected, I'm not trying to make Tesfia that evil. If you say it's different, then it must be so. The technology is based on the work of Viziest. It's not just that they're more polished.
　They make the wind dance and ride on the wind. It's a good thing that you have control over the wind.
　In terms of combat skills alone, he would be on par with Loki.
　However, the reason Ars can't feel the improvement Tesfia mentions is simply because he doesn't know Felinella from before. There are three beings that are more familiar and can feel the growth than that.
　It's a good thing that you're not the only one who's been around for a while.

It's a good thing that Feri's game is over, so we'll have to get back to it.

　When I say I'm going back, I honestly can't bring myself to gather information. Rather, I'm just thinking that it's better not to do anything that would take away the job of the loser if possible. Maybe that's the reason for my displeasure, though.
　Of course, that doesn't mean we don't do it. When you're on a mission, you can't blame them, but when your game is over, as it was today, you're not busy.
　And considering the fact that there was a negotiation to get permission to watch Ferrinella's match, it would be better to gather information about the remaining matches.
　As a matter of fact, when Ferrinella comes up with information as a strategy, she asks for Ars's opinion, so it's awkward to pass it off as not knowing.

　Oh dear," said Ars, sitting up and walking away.

'What about you guys?'
''We're going to go to headquarters once to meet senior Ferri.
Aren't you going to go?

　It was a question that was akin to an assertion that he should say a laborious word to the winner. But it was also a legitimate shot, and even Ars wouldn't call it a bother.　

'I'll tell you later when I report back to you. And there's no point in having a lot of people rush out to watch the game anyway.

　The game will start soon after this. If no one is watching and we can't gather any information, we won't be able to see it. I don't want to think of them as such a group of dumb people, but with two people in front of me who are not as smart as the dew, it's inevitable that I would feel uneasy. Of course I don't want to stop that. We've watched the game, and Tesfia's excited face won't be able to calm down without saying a word to Felinella. That's why Ars is staying. Inevitably, though, Loki will also remain.
　In the meantime, Ars is going to move to a place where he can see the whole thing.