In the martial arts arena where the excitement of my victory hadn't gone down, Sarasa was fighting.
　My opponent is a 【Warrior(Warrior)】. A man.
　With his body, he's probably at an overwhelming disadvantage.
　Furthermore, he strengthens his physical abilities with magic and strikes without mercy.
　He challenged the 【Scholar(Professor)】 Sarasa to a close battle.

''Sarasa, calm down!

　Cecil stood up from the bleachers and cheered him on.

　But, needless to say, Sarasa remained calm, not needing to be worried.
　She didn't release her stance and waited for her opponent to approach.
　She tightens her grip on the club.

　The sword is swung down.
　Fast.
　A blow from a 【Warrior(Warrior)】 that was 【Strengthened Muscle Mass】.
　Moreover, he seems to be able to sword there.
　He has a good, unconventional movement.

　However, Sarasa's movements were more refined.

　When she discerned the streak of the sword, she flew away to the side.
　He ducked under the side-nap that followed.

''Niiii!

　[Warrior] is surprised.
　It's not surprising.
　Sarasa's movements were never fast.
　It was as if she knew her opponent's movements, anticipating their movements.

　In the meantime, he dives into his pocket.

''Eh!

　He swung the club.
　Splendidly, it hit the golden target.

　The boys who were watching in the bleachers all cupped their crotches in unison.

　Ouch........!

'Guhaaaaah!'

　The man peeled his eyes away.
　He restrains his crotch, writhing in agony.
　His eyes lowered.
　Relentlessly in the face, Sarasa clubbed him.

　The club dug into the [Warrior]'s nose.
　There is no wound itself, but it should have given him a brain-shattering impact.

''That's it.''

　The examiner's hand goes up.
　No win or loss, but definitely a win for Salasa.
　It wasn't a bad move either.
　High praise would be in order.

'Way to go, Sarasa!

　Cecil dodges a high-five with his best friend when he returns.

'It's all thanks to you, Lacelle-kun. 'Thank you, Lacelle-kun.'

'I didn't do anything. I've just made Salasa stronger.

　I'm not flattered.
　Sarasa has become stronger.
　She is beginning to use her unfinished 【Future Vision】.
　With my recommendation, she learned some magic, but she still had the tactics of using 【Future Vision】.
　The other magic would play a supplementary role.

　However, she's a different person from when I first met her.
　Is it because of Cecil's influence?
　I didn't know why Sarasa had changed so much.

It's my turn to be the next.

Good luck, Cecil.

　Cecil beat his chest to inspire himself.

　Then he hit the examinee who appeared from the side.
　He's a good man who's rather tough.
　The light Cecil is blown off.
　He fell straight into the aisle.

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

　The man holds out his hand.

'Oh. Okay. Okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's fine.

Cecil, are you okay?　You fell kind of funny.

I'm fine!

　While saying that, Cecil didn't try to stand up easily.

''Cecil, you........''

Lasell. I'm fine. Hey!

　Finally, Cecil stood up.
　But for a moment I thought his face was twisted.

Cecil....

No problem. Okay, I'm off!

　Cecil waved his hand lightly and went down to the martial arts arena with great enthusiasm.


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　Cecil's opponent is a nobleman who was in the group with me in the previous exam.
　The person I blew up is different from the one I blew up.
　By the way, that guy was sent straight to a sanatorium.

　His occupation is 【Mage (Wizard)】.
　He's a strong enemy, but Cecil is getting stronger too.
　I've given you countermeasures, so you won't lose.
　The only thing left to do is to win the examiner with a good impression.

Will it be okay, Cecil-chan?

　Beside me, Sarasa is worried.
　That anxiety was on target.

　Suddenly, the aristocrat's first blow was struck out of nowhere.

　Cecil is blown away with a flourish.
　He managed to get up, but his footsteps were faltering.
　No, before that, it's still not the usual Cecil move.

''Hey, hey!　What's up, country boy!　You're not even close!

　[Flaming bullets]

　A number of flame bullets attack Cecil.
　A wide-area flame attribute magic.
　Although the power of one bullet is small, it can be released over a wide area and the rate of damage is high.
　Even so, the current Cecil is able to spot them.

'Move around, Cecil!

　I raise my voice.
　But Cecil stops in his tracks.
　He holds his sword in front of him and tries to get rid of the attacking flaming bullets.
　But you can't kill them all.

　Cecil's goodness is his agility.
　In fact, he is not good at receiving them.
　It's not yet a skill to stop and shoot down the flaming bullets that are attacking countless times.

　At last, he is hit in the shoulder.
　My balance is lost.
　One hit and there is no mercy.
　Flaming bullets poured down like rain.

''Kuhaha!

　Irresistibly, Cecil collapsed.

　--No, not crumbling.

'Deaaaaahhhh!

　He gets fired up and starts to fight back.
　But it's weak. And it's too late.
　The [Mage (Wizard)] nobleman easily dodged me.
　On the contrary, Cecil gets kicked by a kicking handbag and plunges head first into the hard sandy ground.

　He made a dry sound and took off his prized sword.
　It was the sword that he had inherited from Cecil's father and maintained through his own maintenance.
　He reached for it, but it was his opponent, a nobleman, who picked it up with his flimsy hands.

''What was that sword...?　That's all you can do?　That's how you swing a sword.

　The nobleman swings down from the top step.
　An obvious big swing.
　Cecil also caught it with his eyes.
　But his body didn't move.
　He managed to escape to the side by dragging his right leg.

　Although he ended up striking out, the nobleman grinned.

''You've hurt your leg, right?''

Huh?

Keke. I knew it. I think I'm going to enjoy this one. Here you go.

　The nobleman shot through his injured leg with magic.
　Despite the elementary level of magic, Cecil's face contorted.
　He fainted in agony and squatted down as it was.

''There--''

Wait a minute, examiner.

　He raises his hand and controls the examiner, who tries to stop the test.

'This guy's still standing,'

　The nobleman raises the corners of his mouth.

　He was right.
　Cecil stands up, folding his knees repeatedly.
　He looked at the man in front of him, despite the greasy sweat on his forehead.

'Thank goodness. I can't believe you're the one stopping the examiner.

I'm a handsome man. And I need to have more fun.

　The nobleman licked his lips with his tongue with tongue.

　Without a moment's pause, he released his magic.
　It cut off the retreat as if it were a small animal in a cage.
　Then, cruelly and relentlessly, he teased Cecil's right leg out.

''-----!

　Cecil falls apart.
　There is no scar on his appearance.
　It's because the power of the demonic gemstone has converted it all into a shock.

　However, the girl's face was twisted in anguish all over her eyes.

''Cecil-chan, stop this already........''

　Salasa covered her face with her hands.
　Still, the nobleman did not stop the show.
　Sadistically, they enjoy their own stage.
　Finally, Cecil lost consciousness.

　The sword did not return to her until the end.


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"Hahahahahahaha!　Ah. That felt good.

　The nobleman who left the martial arts arena laughed.
　At his side, the same nobles were walking together like cronies.

''But are you alright?　That woman. She's with that [villager].

So it's all good. You're lucky you're bullying him.

　He wiped the saliva from his mouth in a fit of excitement.

'But she was a stubborn woman. She didn't scream once, after all. Just one word of 'help me, I'll do anything. I'll do anything you want me to do,' and I would have stopped you.

''Hahahaha!''
Haha..... You're not actually Thad?


Hey....


　I was the one who stood in front of the nobles.
　The smiling faces of the bonbons who had been smiling a moment ago were drawn.
　Their faces had gone pale.

　But the man who had just fought Cecil was different.
　The corners of his mouth lifted in a grin.

''What the hell. Do you have a problem with that, [villager]?

"Do you enjoy torturing a woman who's lost her weapon?

'It's fun. Also, it's even more fun to see a face like that on [you, the villager].

　I saw my face wrinkled between my eyebrows in the aristocrat's eyes.

　Then he reached into his pocket.
　I think they thought I was going to pull out a weapon.
　The faces of the nobles are momentarily tense.
　But what I produced was a glove.

　I throw it at the chest of a nobleman.

''What are you doing?''

'I suppose that's the nobleman's style of dueling.

''Puha........ Hahahahahahaha!　It's old!　When are you talking about an age-old school of thought?　Is it still in vogue in the country?

I don't care. I don't care. The next fight is between you and me. I don't want you to be on your feet, no. I want you to chew on the feeling of your feet and hips now.

　I stared at the nobles like a beast.

　Eventually, I turned away and walked to the back of the hall.