Round 2.
　Rowan's opponent was a [Mage (Wizard)].

My name is Liboria, the 'snake wizard'. Now, my lovely snakes. Bite that man's intestines into pieces!

　The female mage named Liboria activated her magic.
　It was not a cute little thing like a "snake" that appeared.

　I would like to see you all again.

　That's three of them.
　While spitting out sharp sounds and flames, they approached Rowan.
　Probably the original was an intermediate flame attribute magic called 【Flame Spear】.
　They control it with magical power, make it look like a snake, and control it.

　It's quite a control ability.
　For that, let's admire it.

　But....

　I'm not going to be able to say that.

Mmm!

　Rowan kneaded his magic.
　No, rather, it was disturbing (I wish I hadn't) -- it was.

　A moment later, the flame snake swallowed Rowan.

''I won........!

　Liboria is proud of her victory.
　A moment later, her eyes widen into a wide, enraptured look.

　The flames are extinguished.
　A large man appeared from within it.
　Although he was swallowed by the flames, he did not suffer a single burn.
　In fact, the wariness in his eyes had not waned in the slightest.

''What!　Such is my magic!

　It wasn't just Livoria who was surprised.
　The hall was in an uproar.

'Hey, hey. I've just obliterated the magic.
He's a Warrior, right?
What kind of magic did you use?
"It looked like you were just concocting magic...

　You don't know what the hell just happened.

　That's true.
　Even in the vastness of Galveer, only Rowan is capable of fighting like that.

　A congenitally obtained disordered magic circuit.
　By forcibly injecting magic power into it, even the surrounding magic power is stirred up, a battle method that neutralizes magic.
　It took some time for Rowan to consciously learn it, but he managed to get it done in time for this representative battle.

　A line of magic that specializes in close combat [Warrior (Warrior)].
　Its weakness is simply a magic attack from a long distance.
　However, Rowan's battle method completely compensated for that weakness.

　Rowan kicked the ground with a tang.
　He didn't use any magic such as [Strengthening Muscle Mass] or [Increasing Leg Strength].
　His speed, which relied solely on his own basic ability, was enough to make his enemies and spectators dumbfounded.

''Heeeee!''

　In an instant, he closed the distance between him and Liboria.
　At the same time, she unleashes a fist towards its face.
　A body-chilling wind pressure assaulted the girl.
　I closed my eyes, but the crucial fist strike didn't come anytime soon.
　When I opened my eyelids, I saw that the fist with the armor attached had stopped just before.

''Heh?　Why?

I don't enjoy hitting women, you know.

　Rowan retracted his fist.
　Hesitantly, Liboria flattened out and put her ass on the ground.

'Considered a loss of will to fight, this game. Lord One Ashart wins!

　The referee calls out his name as the winner.

　Then they all cheered at once.


　◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆


　Tributes were paid to the Adventurer's School.
　Its struggles were praised.
　The audience, which had seen the military school dominate, gradually began to support the Adventurer's School side.

　Watching them were Fanbro the Strategist, who sat in a chair in the waiting room, and Sheila Singh Stark.
　And it was Sheila Singh Stark.

'I'm sorry. I was caught off guard.

　The one who apologized was Liboria, who lost the game earlier.
　She sat down on a chair with a somewhat tired look on her face.
　He gulps and hangs up.

　Fanbro opens his mouth.

"Don't worry, Livoria. We've been expecting you so far.

'What?　That's--

　Liboria looks up.
　When she opened her mouth to argue something, it was Sheila who interrupted her from the side.

'Are you saying that your eyes were expecting this outcome?'

'Oh...'

Then why didn't you give her some advice?

You think I'm going to tell a bunch of lukewarm school adventurers what to do?

　The eyes behind the glasses glowed.
　Seeing her eyes shaking with anger, Liboria immediately shut up.

''Don't worry. There are still two more games to go. If Ore-sama and Sheila win two, and Sheila comes out in overtime, we'll win.''

'Is that your scenario?　No.........


　I wonder if it's a scenario of your eyes........


　Sheila's cold eyes pierced Fanbro.
　Then, the 'strategist' finally lifted his weight.
　He fished out his glasses and gave a thin smile.
　As it was, he walked out of the tent without saying a word.

'Sheila, what do you think?'

　Liboria asked, and Sheila replied.

'Don't worry. Fanbro will win.'

Yes, I--

　Liboria is relieved.
　But soon after, Sheila continued.

''But ...''

　I don't think it's that easy.


　◆◇◆◆◆


　Round 3.
　Sarasa's opponent was "The Strategist" Fambro Guillermo Marcal.
　The two men were already standing in the battlefield and glaring at each other.

'Sarasa, are you okay?'

Don't worry, Cecil. Salatha will win.

But he's very strong. The Strategist is a noble name.

　As for Fambro Guillermo Marcal, I only knew his name and his achievements.
　And his profession and his main abilities.....
　Honestly, I think he's a great talent.

　But on top of that, I had faith in Sarasa's victory.

'You're very confident, Lacelle. No, I always am.... Well, even if we lose the first round, in the end it's still Lasell. In the first place, our goal was to get Lacelle to see her sister.

'What are you talking about, Cecil? This is my party. If we do this, I won't allow you to lose a single game.

'What?　But....

All I care about is winning it all.

　That's why I dared to hit Fanbro with a salsa.
　She'll win.

　No, Sarasa isn't as weak as everyone thinks she is already.

'Hajime!

　At the same time, Sarasa squeezed her bowstring.
　In contrast, Fanbro did not move an inch.
　A heavy silence passed.

''What, what?''
Neither of you are moving at all.
That was the signal, right?
Hey!　What's going on?　Fight!

　The Adventurer's School side won the first and second rounds in a flashy battle.
　The third round arrived.
　In the third game, the crowd began to get upset, as both sides remained motionless.

'This is......... Is it correct to say that it's already started, Lacelle?

'Oh...'

　I nodded at Rowan's question.

'What do you mean?'

　Cecil turned his face to me.

'I mean that literally; the fight between the two of you has already begun.

　I can see it.
　I can see the two of them engaged in a fierce battle.
　On the board of a model match, the two of them were making many moves.

　On that battlefield, the one who opened his mouth first was Fanbro.
　There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"There's nothing crazy about my eyes. I never thought anyone would have the same eyes as me.

I couldn't believe it for a minute. I couldn't believe that someone almost as old as me had the same abilities as me.

　Oh..... That's right.
　Fanbro is the same as Sarasa.

　He's a 【Scholar(Professor)】 who was entrusted with 【Future Vision】 by initial magic.

''The same?　No, Sarasa Vargard. Don't compare your imperfect [future vision] with mine.

　Fanbro's eyes glowed.
　An enormous amount of magical power poured in.
　It was proof that 【Future Vision】 had been fully activated.

''Your 【Future Vision】 is not called 【Future Vision】. From now on, I will show you a perfect 【Future Vision】.

　Fanbro's on the move.
　He's headed straight for Salsa.
　It's not particularly fast.
　In terms of basic ability, I'd say it's somewhere in the middle of the pack.

　Sarasa calmly shoots an arrow.
　However, Fanbro easily evaded it.
　Moreover, he doesn't reduce his speed.
　Rather, it accelerates.

''I can see it!　I can see you!　I can see all the arrows in your next one, Ole Miss!

　It's not like Sarasa, who only vaguely sees the future.
　It seems that Fanbro can see the trajectory of the arrow perfectly.
　At the very last minute timing and distance, he evaded it.

　It's already right in front of Sarasa.

''Kook!''

　Sarasa discards the bow.
　She pulls out the club she's holding at her waist.

'Oh?　Now it's the club?　Let's see if you can hit me.

Yeah!

　Salasa swings away with a stick.
　Fambro avoids it easily.
　Furthermore, Sarasa swings the club around.
　However, not a single shot hit the enemy's [scholar].

　Then, Fambro laughed.

''I knew it, I'm sure of it.''

What are you...

Your [future vision] can only see the very recent future. It's probably 10 beats ahead at best.

Are you saying you're not?

Of course I do. I'm a day ahead of you, of course.

Huh?

　Inaccurately, Sarasa should be able to see about a day into the future, too.

　But Fanbro must be referring to the limit of what he can see in battle here.
　【Future vision】 can see a thousand days in the future if you have time, magic, and an environment to focus on.

　However, it is difficult to secure those things in battle.
　I'm saying that the future that I can see in the blink of an eye is one day away.

"I can see beyond the future as you see it. Which means I'm going to be able to dodge your attacks.

　Fanbro takes something out of his pocket.
　It was a dagger in his hand.
　That must be what he got.
　He ducked under Sarasa's cudgel.
　Then he dives into the large gap created.

'It's over!

　He shouted and shook his dagger.

　But--.

　Fanbro's attack scratched the air.
　He was going to press the blade against Sarasa's neck.
　That was the end.
　And Sheila would win, and Sheila would win in overtime.

　That was the future that Fambro was looking at - and it should have been.

　But -.

'Why?　Why aren't you here!　Sarasa Vargard Oh!


　Here...........


　I turned around.
　For some reason, Sarasa was behind me.

　He swung his club.
　She was sucked into Fanbro's kryptonite.

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　There was no such high-pitched sound.
　But the spectators who were watching - especially the man - heard such an auditory hallucination.
　At the same time, he squeezed his crotch.
　The female spectator also put her hand over her mouth, slightly upturned on her cheeks.

　There it is!

　It's a must-have golden strike for Sarasa.

''Ouch........''

　Rowan's face paled, and he felt sorry for his enemy.

　No wonder.
　Fanbro's white eyes are peeled back and he's foaming at the mouth.
　He collapses, slumping down.

　The twitching, twitching figure is so pathetic.

'There's a winner!　The winner, Sarasa Vargard!

　The judges' hands went up.
　At the same time, a huge cheer went up.

'Wow!'
"I just took down that 'strategist' fan-bro.
Who is that girl?
Eeeeeeeeeeee!

　Admiration.
　Meanwhile, Sarasa was breathing heavily.
　She didn't feel like she had won yet.
　She placed her hand on her chest to calm herself down and looked down at the defeated Fambro.

　A hand was extended to him.
　His beautiful blonde hair rested on the young man who was blowing bubbles.
　Sarasa realizes with a huff.
　It was Sheila who appeared, the one who was supposed to have the next match.

'Ah. Sorry. I'll be out in a minute.''

'You're strong, dear. This is the first time I've seen a fan-bro lose to someone of my generation other than me. Please tell me. How did you defeat his [future vision]?

'Well..... It's hard to put it well. To be precise, 【Future Vision】 doesn't mean that you can see the future. It's just seeing the results derived from the present situation and information.

　In other words, if something outside the information the practitioner has happens, the future will continue to be updated.
　It's just magic with more specificity to the strategist's reading - that is, the strategist's reading.

''Information is life to the [scholar (professor)].... I understand that. So how did you get beyond the information in the fan bros?

Maybe that's because I didn't use it in the first place.

"You're not using [future vision]?

　Sheila frowns.

''How to fight using [Appraisal] magic. Rase........I was taught by Sheila's brother.

[Appraisal]...

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I see.

　Sheila said plainly.
　She picked up the fainting fanbro.
　He dropped back towards the tent.

'Um..... About your brother. Lasell-kun. Have you really forgotten it?''

..........

　Two and Sheila stopped.
　I thought she was going to say something, but she started walking again.
　Silently, she pulled up towards the tent.