Party Game Final.
　Our School vs. Branch 5.
　Its opening was as quiet as water.
　The crowd knew.
　That both schools were ridiculously strong and had won the tournament.

　Our school had been overwhelmed by Iolada, the descendant of the brave, and by the 'jewelers', Canal, who were as strong as their previous reputation.
　On one hand, Chapter 5 would be a dark horse.
　Lacel Singh Stark, who had demonstrated a sixfold activation of advanced magic.
　Sheila Singh Stark, who activated the highest level of magic at the age of 11.
　The Stark siblings were equally dominant, keeping the party's potential hidden.

　They had dominated the tournament.

　The two schools finally clash.
　It was quiet on the outside, but the crowd's hearts were screaming at me to get on with it.

　I was in the tent, making a final confirmation of the strategy.

''-- So that's it. No problem, guys.

No objection.

　As usual, Rowan strikes the back of his hand.

"Here we go. I guess we're in for a treat.

　Cecil beside him nodded with satisfaction.

'It's okay. I think we can win this one.''

　Sarasa, who had activated [Future Vision], also beat the drum.

　I turned to my sister.

''It might be a bit of a burden on Sheila, but...''

Don't worry, my brother. We will win.

　A powerful response came back.
　I nodded.

　Soon the announcement was made.
　We formed a circle and Cecil, as usual, led the way.

'We're going to win!


　Oh!


　He left the tent.
　The moment the students appeared, the crowd cheered.
　It was a warm applause that included both feelings of respect and admiration.
　The cheers were loud for their hometown.
　However, our school, which has won 22 games in a row, was not to be outdone.
　When they appeared, they were greeted with loud cheers.

　Before long, they were lined up in front of the circular arena.
　After the explanation of the rules, which had become a cliché, the parties of both schools dispersed.

'Hajime!

　It was me and Sheila who took the lead.
　We suddenly jumped out of the way.
　We ran straight to the main school's side.

　The main school side was taken aback.
　I guess they didn't expect the two of us to suddenly come out in front of them.
　However, I'm not greatly upset.

　Canal immediately grabs the jewel.
　When I put my magic power into it, I threw it at him.
　There are four of them.
　Half of them, but he had to throw them with an immediate decision.
　It must have shortened the time to concoct the magic power.

　Two each.
　The magical jewels with 【Tracking】 attached to them are closing in on us.

　But...

　Pariin!

　The magic gem has been knocked off.
　Cover from behind.
　In Canal's light blue eyes, there was a reflection of Sarasa drawing a bow.
　Blurred, and the eyes are shining.
　The Demon Jewel World's Kirinji bit his back teeth somewhat emotionally.

''【Future Vision】........''

　No matter how 【Tracking】 and 【Floating】 were granted and the magical jewels that could fly around at will, it didn't matter to Sarasa who could see the future trajectory.
　The fact that she was able to preserve her [Future Vision] to this extent was huge.

　Canal puts magic power into the second magic gemstone.

　But before that, a change occurred.
　Me and Sheila suddenly stopped.

　The two of us kneaded the magic power together.
　It was Sheila who activated it first.

　[Dense Fog]

　A blanket of white mist exploded out.
　In an instant, it covered the inside of the wards.
　Depriving it of sound and form.

'No way!　I can't believe they used the same method as in the semifinals.

Io!

　I could barely hear Canal's screams.
　Iolada activates her magic.

　[Heavy Iron Horseman]

　This magic is a magic that makes magic power vibrate at high speed.
　Hence, it can play even things like water vapor.
　It had that effect.
　As soon as I activated 【Heavy Armor Iron Horseman】, the pure white fog was dispelled.
　My vision became clear and I could see the faces of my companions.

　Everyone is safe.

　Iolada pats his chest in relief.
　But there is no place on the battlefield where you can feel safe.

　Oh dear.........
　You're a dumbass...................


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　The ground rumbled.
　The next moment, the ground rose up.
　A huge wall of rock appeared.
　It rises up to divide the circular arena.

"This is the [Earth Spirit Protection Wall] of the [Wizard]....

What a size....

　Iolada and Canal raise their voices together.

　The advanced defensive magic of a [Mage (Wizard)].
　It is a magic that creates a wall made of earth and rock.
　That wall appears in the arena like a cross section.

　Iolada becomes rigid.
　It seems she can't read my movements.
　Is that because she's young?
　I'm not sure if it's because I'm young, or if I'm still inexperienced.
　But she's older than I am now.

"Io!　Be careful!　There's not one!

　It seems to be much cooler than the canal.
　He looks around.
　That's when Iolada noticed for the first time.

'Lacelle Singh Stark is gone!

　What went through Iolada's mind at that moment would be the semifinals of Chapters 4 and 5.

　Quickly looking back.
　The moment I was about to instruct my companions to activate [Detection], things were already happening.

''Kyah!''
Oh!
What!

　The three men who had been waiting behind him disappeared.
　Out of nowhere....

''Io!''

　I hear Canal's voice.
　When I turned around with a huff, I saw that Canal had almost disappeared.

(Watch out...!)

　Moving only his mouth, he disappeared again.
　Moving his thick eyebrows like a warrior, the young man narrowed his eyes.

''【Transfer】........''

　Looking back.
　The arena is divided by a huge wall.
　Iolada is left alone in the somewhat cramped space.

　No, no.

　Another person.
　The young man, a descendant of the brave, felt another presence.

'You're there. Lacel Singh Stark........

Ho...... You've learned well.

　I'm going to deactivate the [vanishing body].
　He appeared.

''I didn't expect........ I didn't expect you to imitate that 'strategist' Fanbro Guillermo Marcal's strategy in its entirety.

'I don't want to praise him too much, but he's certainly a good 'strategist'. He just didn't get it right. That's all.

That's harsh. You think you're different...?

'It's not that I want to run down other people's strategies. In the first place....


　If I wanted to, I could do it alone....


....

　Iolada's face contorts.
　I felt as if human-like emotions were finally showing on the somewhat nonchalant face of the dimwit.

　Yes. Enough.
　That's how much power there is between Iolada and the others and me.
　But Iolada and Iolada and (Iolada) and I (Iolada) would be a good match.
　I've made that decision.

'You won't be able to get serious with your friends. The progeny of the brave.

　I raise the corners of my mouth.

　Iolada was always on the defensive in party fights.
　She would get behind her companions and fight while defending them.
　That's an admirable tactic, isn't it?
　I don't understand it in the slightest, but....
　Maybe that's the temperament of a brave man (I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you, I'd like to see you.

　On the contrary, that temperament was strangling Iolada.
　The overwhelming difference in strength between him and his friends.
　I've been struggling to fill it, and I haven't been able to draw on my own abilities well.......

　At least that's what it seemed to me.

　It seems that my guess was correct.
　Iolada's eyes glowed.
　A fierce gleam went through me.

''Where did you have my people [transferred] to?

Don't worry, he's alive. I'll live. You're not going to lose on the field. I'm just inviting you over the wall. I'm sure my guys would have escorted you out by now.

Okay.

　Huffing, he moves to his shoulders and exhales.

'You'd better not lick my people,'

　For the first time, I pull the sword from the scabbard that was hanging at my waist.
　He held the cutting edge towards me.

　Ah.........
　He seems to have a brave temperament from the root, to the point of laughing.
　It seems that he became serious not because of his true intentions, but because he was worried about his friends.

　I'll admit it.
　You're a brave man.

　But..........

　But........you're nothing compared to a brave man....