Philiric had been waiting for this match-up card. Although the match with Loki had changed his view of Ars somewhat, he still thought the strongest magician was Jean. That was the only thing he could not concede.
　But the fact that he had been defeated by Loki, who had been taught that lesson as a matter of fact, was an opportunity for Phililic to correct some of his assumptions.

　That was why he wanted to actually cross blades. It wasn't too late to make all the decisions then. Philiric was at the back of the room, sharpening his nerves when the buzzer sounded to start.
　He would have preferred one-on-one if he wanted to. Still, this match had come true sooner than he had expected. So he wouldn't waste that opportunity.

　The pitch-black shadows spreading out at his feet rippled along the walls as they covered the training grounds.

　In the meantime, the students' battles were constantly changing. Some took up the rear, while others exercised their magic in unison to cover it, but........

''What, that's.......no way.''

　Kalia, who hadn't participated in the battle alone and was watching from a distance, apart from Philiric, blurted out.
　Ars didn't even pull out his AWR, but the students who attacked him were blown away one by one.

　Even now, two boys came around to pinch each other from left and right, simultaneously flashing their magic-impregnated swords. However, the men who wielded it staggered their bodies and footed the foot bellows as if they were played by something.

　Kalia deduces what happened from the results. With her memory of martial arts, she subconsciously understands. That was just a bare knuckle punch to the belly of the sword blade before touching it.
　A masterful feat of deflecting the direction of the force.

''Guaaaah!
Yikes!

　Without a moment's pause, each of the spinning kicks to the abdomen are slammed into the path they came from, flying at twice the speed.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It's a replacement event for the male student who flew away.

　Just when you think a whirlwind has occurred around Ars, a sound like scraping flint is heard with a click, and in an instant, a blast of flame occurs. To keep the flames from escaping, the whirlwind became a tornado of flames that rose to the heavens.

''Yes!''

　Hearing such a breathless voice next to her, Kalia also spat out a mouthful, "Good. That was good, inevitable timing. In teaching juniors and peers, Karia has taught them that magic can do damage no matter what kind of opponent it is, no matter how weak it is, as long as the timing is right.

　But--.
　Karia looked at the two female students as the tornado couldn't hold back the flames from being too explosive.

''Stay alert and keep it under control--''
Well, it's not possible. What the magic says...
''No, Kalia-senpai, we're in sync!　No ... it's not our magic already...

　The two female students explained it based on impressions alone, as if they didn't understand what they were saying, but Kalia stared at the raging tornado of flames with an ominous feeling of foreboding.

　A moment later, the high-pitched cry of a monstrous bird rang out.
　And then the one that flashed the explosive flames and emerged from inside was a huge bird dressed in industrial fire.

　It is a very good idea to have a good time with your friends. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.

　Of course, that was partly because of Jean's personality and his inability to be strict with women. Even in a bad way, Jean was overprotective.

''..........!　Evasive and protective magic, hurry up!

　You can find a number of different types of products and services in the market. The heat wave easily caused the barrier to collapse away and the students were easily blown away and crashed into the wall.

　The reason why they managed to get up is simply because the conversion rate of psychological damage is the highest value. If they received this kind of thing in the flesh, they would be extinguished in an instant.
　If Ars and Jean find a difference in teaching, it must be the relentlessness.

　Now they must be able to overcome that fear. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to say that I'm not going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if that's the reason why I asked for guidance from Ars.

　It's a good thing that the phoenix disappeared in a cloud of fire, but Karia screwed up her headache and stood up.
　A few students followed, encouraged by his back.


　Ars was interested to see them get up. There were more of them than she had expected, and this was where the battle would truly begin to grow on them.


　Kalia looked at her trembling hands.

(A monstrous opponent like that... that attack... was that instruction?

　Now the attack is completely dead. The result is that it's not a death death, not a death, but a magic released with the intention of killing. The proof of this is that Kalia's hands are trembling in small increments as she realizes her death.

''It was you, Ars, wasn't it?''
'Oh...'
"Would you excuse me for being so rude to you earlier?

　Ars tilted his head slightly, not expecting her to be rude, but after a beat as he saw the look in her eyes, he replied curtly, "I don't mind.

Thank you.

　The words I spun out naturally gradually unraveled my body. It didn't matter who the opponent was anymore. The urge to compete as a single wizard pushes Ars to an equal opponent.

　The crisp open eyes are mindless, shaking off all hesitation.
　The short spear held in both hands overflows with a pale indigo (cyan) light. The appearance of sticking out one hand and pulling the other in front of your face is like holding a bow.

''I'm going to press on!

　The moment he took a step or two, the first speed, which was played like releasing a guarded string, closed the distance at a low altitude. Three short spears flashed in a combination of footwork-only steps combined with magic to create an illusion on either side.

　In addition to the instantaneous speed thrusts, there were two fakes.

''--!

　However, against the real thrust from the farthest end, Ars accurately kicked up the hilt from underneath. Kalia's short spear is pulled into the sky by a powerful strike that seems to even sound metallic. I didn't let go of my hand in the nick of time, but my body floats up slightly.
　Even though her clothes are rolled up, Karia doesn't care if it's rolled up, and she falls into the next move.

''Not yet!

　A moment after the other short spear, which was held at the ready, made a small block of ice from the tip of the spear, it extended in a straight line, as if it were right next to the icicle, to its face. There was almost no margin of error, that's why Kalia's reaction, which instantly turned into an attack, was even astounding.


　However, even though it was at such close range, the next action of Ars was even quicker, as it deflected it to the back and evaded it.

''It's not bad, but you're not staying on your feet, are you?
"Crap!

　A foot sweep aimed at the moment of the landing, Karia thrust the short spear she pulled back although she lost her stance, thrusting it into the ground to adjust her stance, while at the same time growing a huge ice spike from the ground between her and Ars to prepare for the chase.
　He said a quick goodbye to the foothold he had stepped on as if he had been in the hollow for a long time and retreated farther back, poking one knee in the air.

　He quickly turned his head to face his opponent, but he couldn't check it because of the ice spikes he had created.

'That's not the end of it, is it?'
--!

　Kalia grabbed the short spear with her thumb and raised her arms. It was a gesture of surrender to the person behind her.

''What shall we do?　I could show you if you'd be a little more patient with me.
'I'm looking forward to it, but I don't think I can't keep my nose out of your face. You're welcome to come back whenever you recover. Next time I'll let you at least pull the AWR.
Oh, you're not with me... right?

　Kalia cleaved her short spear as she turned around.　
　But, cutting through the sky, Ars at a distance is waving his hand with a rather eerie smile.

　With an even more disgusting feeling, Kalia reflexively held her short spear in a crosshair towards the right side. A cold sweat trickled down her cheeks.

''You're lying!

　Almost simultaneously, a tremendous impact struck.
　The wall of ice came racing up from diagonally below to thrust up at a terrific speed. It's close to the magic that Karia has just performed. I'm not going to be able to get it right.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do with it.
　The loud collision made the students' faces pale. It would have looked horrible to them, who didn't usually train at the highest level.

　It was a relief to see Karia's figure as the wall of ice dissipated and slyly fell. Because her consciousness was clear. The highest conversion rate was not an impeccable one.


　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do with it. Black shadows from all directions were running sharp tips like tentacles.
　The shadows, which are being shredded like a piece of cloth, dance like ashes on the ground.

''Can we expect the next one?''

　He issued to the figure at the farthest end of the room as he weaved his way through the gap between the students. Ars then flexed his four fingers, announcing wordlessly, 'Come,' he said.

'There won't be room for you any time soon.'

　Philiric was on one knee with his hands on the ground. It was assumed that the stabbing by shadows from all directions that he had prepared for would not work. If he was going to be taken by surprise at this level, even Loki wouldn't have been late.
　When the residue of the hurriedly dancing shadow touches the ground, a stain is created there that looks like a drop of ink.

　Ars didn't even take a glance at it, but looked at Phililic.

　Phililic, who gloated inwardly at the single mage who hadn't yet noticed, suppressed his deviation and waited a few tenths of a second - but

　An instant earlier, a fireball enveloped Ars's surroundings. It is obvious that this is not support from the companions. This is because the shadows set by Phililic were burned out across the board. The plan was for a shadow like Sword Mountain to skewer them from the ground, but it was completely read.

''--!　d*mn it!

　And one more thing: he realizes he's been too preoccupied with his opponent to pay attention. Before he even had time to turn around, Phililic jumped back to the side and rolled away, holding his head. A small-scale explosion went off behind him. He quickly gets up into a stance, scraping the ground from the impact.

　Ars was still bending his four fingers towards us.

''Disappointing, huh?''

　Phililic had to bite his teeth at that line. He understood completely now. Because it felt like he was training with Jean. A handful of handfuls that were as sure as if he was reaching out to me from a far higher place.
　I knew I was no match for him, but I couldn't bear the fact that the difference in strength I could sense was on a par with the master I was looking up to.
　I didn't want to admit it. That he was the same age as himself and showing the same rank as Jean, or even better.


　In the meantime, several students challenged him, lightly taunting him and crashing into the wall. As soon as that was cut off, Philiric went all out. Stalling is a waste of time. It's different from the amount of magic power.

''【Hellhound】!

　Five jet-black wolves drove agilely towards Ars as they leapt out of their own shadows.

　Ars's disappointment thickened at their monotonous summoning magic. There was no need to use magic to this degree. It's a good idea to have a good time with your own family.

''I see.''

　The wolves that ran in the side lines gradually narrowed the distance between them and jumped on Ars at once.
　However, all the wolves stuck together in the air and formed another form. The huge body on the verge of swinging its arms down slammed into a rigid arm with only an outline silhouette.

　The log-like arms sent a cloud of dust flying as they roared out an explosion.

''Is it possible to do that when the summoning magic is of the same strain?
Ts!

　Philiric's cheeks twitched at the sensation of being gobbled up by the magic. Yasha was being shredded in front of his eyes.
　Because of the nature of Yasha's foggy summoning magic, no physical damage could pass through it, but it would require a huge amount of magical power to restore it.

　The demon turned into black smoke and tried to rebuild in front of Philiric.

　His opponent couldn't believe this situation where he hadn't even pulled out his AWR. Phililic looked hatefully at Ars, who stood unperturbed at the clearing of the dust.

　He had been training frantically since his defeat in the match with Loki. It would be nothing short of negligent to leave the challenges he saw even if he knew that the defeat was not in vain, even if he knew it was a sore loser.
　That's why I've devised a way to remotely reconfigure the summoning magic and even improved it further.

'Yosemite is a summoning magic that rivals even the highest level.

　One of the students muttered, stunned. Everyone's open mouths couldn't close at the fact that Yosemite, a top-tier magic, could be defeated so easily.

　Als, who had been listening intently, gave Phililic one piece of advice.

'True, but your current summoning magic is too unfinished. You need to think about it a bit more.'
'What!　Unfinished?

　If someone who doesn't know anything about you says that to you, even if you're not a Phillylic, you're still annoyed. Without showing his usual condescending mask, he says, "Then I'll show you.

Yasha!

　Filliric pulls the great sword-shaped AWR out of his shadow and runs in a straight line towards Ars. In terms of bodywork, he is one step inferior to Kalia.

　Ars prepared himself with a low posture. Not against Philiric, but against Yasha, who passed him first.

　The demon atomizes and appears in front of Ars in an instant. Almost simultaneously, the air shook with a bashin' sound as if he was holding it between his hands. But the sound was a clean clapping sound and nothing in between, which tells you that there was nothing in between.
　Outside of the pause, a few steps back, Ars was standing in the air with a great deal of pride. As if that was enough to evade.

　Then Ars raises his hand, forming it like a claw.
　The five fingers make a kama-itachi and cut through the nightshade. It's not that I'm not a fan of it, but I'm not a fan of it.

''Hmm?''

　Ars wondered at the response. It was strange that the response was only because he thought he could chop it up as fog like he did earlier.
　He thought he had laughed as he crossed his arms to protect his face and surpassed it, spitting out an eerie miasma - right after.

　Yasha's entire body turned into a mist around his belly, and from there, Philiric appeared with his sword drawn. The black fog that had made up Yasha was now covering Philiric.
　The thick fog, which seemed to be the residue of a shadow, covered him and constructed a jet black armor. Immediately after taking on the form of a knight, he instantly dived into Ars's bosom with an explosive step.

　He whispered under his visor, his mouth as calm as usual, as if he was sure he had taken one.

'I got it,'