And when the practical skills class is also taken in the second half, it almost switches to self-study. There, refine your magic skills or devote your time to new magic.

No magic training will be in vain. Personal differences consume so much magic can also lead to an increase in magic holdings. Magic is constantly produced in the body, but it is also until the vessel is filled. If it's full, it won't increase so that it can be stopped. But we can expand the vessel little by little by repeating the consumption and replenishment in training and so on. There are innate individual differences, but the amount of magic is the crystal of effort.

Freshman students in the training field have not yet defined their challenges clearly enough to train on their own. That's why we're still passionate about mock warfare.

Among other things, Ars enters reading alone with a thick nerve. The training grounds are built similarly everywhere, especially on the ground, where the soil is laid astonishingly. This is a consideration for earthly magicians.

That's why it's a little dusty, but this is also avoided by passing magic.

No one should have cared about Ars. Everyone is obsessed with watching games and forming opponents and falling apart.

"Don't do it!

"It's a good medicine for this guy. Hey, hang out."

He looked down at Ars as Tesfir sat up while Alice stopped him.

Don't even try to hide your fed up, pinch your finger in the gap of the page and sigh.

It was totally Tesfir who was already hindering the study.

"You're really persistent."

"Don't take what you've done lightly."

"About what?

"Become -!"

Tesfir grabbed Ars's chest barn (Mugura) to force him to stand. That said, Tesfir's back is low for one head of Ars, so it's just a schematic he's grasping, but its shape is furious.

"Don't insult the Favels. I won't tell you I forgot."

Did that happen? It was only about a couple of hours ago, but it doesn't turn out to be anything more trivial to Ars than I can remember if you don't tell me.

"What's wrong with that?"

"-!! So what happened..."

I mean it. It's more important to Ars to interfere with scattered reading with that.

This was really annoying and depressing.

"It's my fault, don't worry about it anymore."

He spat an empty apology, his gaze pointing into an open book.

"Don't be ridiculous!!

He was angry and Tesfir's hand slapped the book.

The classmates who were watching the game gather their gaze at Tesfir's fury in one piece. In an instant, something happened and my gaze turned to idleness and tranquillity.

You lost your mind. It's the end of stopping that hand until the students in the simulated war. It's like a good thing because it's training, and the diffusion of these thoughts is still a testament to immature new America.

The bounced book danced through the universe, rolling down the ground as it rolled through the pages to make a little dust.

"Fia!!

Alice screamed aggressively, but it was an alarm for crossing the line.

Tesfir steps back in angry caged embarrassment and hands off. Still, there was a fierce outrage in his eyes when he looked at Ars.

A red-haired female student, Tesfir, is going to stick around so much, I guess pride is high. It's a small thing known to Ars. But it means different for her............ still a child.

It was a value because it was a child who had never seen a demon either, a peace-boked child, a child who was just enjoying the lofty fence that was holding back the demon's intrusion without feeling anything, and who did not yet know reality.

Ars was baptized and scattered by adults who were bigger than him once or twice after joining the army. For the most part, I have not taken a smoother path than I would have liked.

Still, Tesfir's conduct was unpleasant.

"Stand together!!

Als felt that we had come to a point where we couldn't pull each other in anymore.

I slowly proceeded to walk to the fallen book, lowering my hips and picking them up. Carefully remove dirt.

Just letting him win won't cure him. Which way, I wasn't going to lose you anymore. It means we need to be clear in black and white so that we can't get a little bit out.

There are ways to rule fear in the military, but it's easy to buy objection from the surroundings. As a magician, you are prone to rely on magic, and there is certainly a trend to look down by rank. Still, to avoid influencing command and command, you knock it thoroughly into your body. Ars himself, thinks that's not wrong in one way too. It's not a compliment, but we can expect a lot.

Ars even thought that would be okay now. Ning Lo, if that's not about it, I can even think of wasting three less years.

Dirt could not be completely removed. Having handled valuable materials, she will need to solve the magic research wisdom.

He stroked the cover of the book to work and raised his face to his hostile opponent.

"After school. I'll hold onto the training ground, so don't complain."

"Okay."

"Fia, Ars, you too..."

"And as a condition of being present, it's just you and me. Don't bring the outfield. I'm sorry, but it was Alice. Be a witness."

"That's good..."

Although Alice has a feeling on her face that she wants to stop, a word has caught her by the throat. Because it's the result we both wanted. Whatever the history, Ars swallowed Tesfir's one-sided demands, which established him with his consent. Alice could only watch anymore.

Alice's choice was crushed. You won't be able to fit in whatever the outfield has to say. Ars likewise......

The unspoilt situation has often been a good lesson in creating strife.

"Let's get a duel at the training ground after school. Just the three of us here..."

There was still about an hour until noon, but Ars quickly changed and left the training ground behind.

And we're headed... to the president's office.

I apply for the use of the training area through proper reception, but in Ars's case, I have to keep my ranking secret, and I went directly to get it fully rented out.

"I don't mind, but don't take it personally."

"Of course."

"So, who's the idiot that pissed you off?"

Although someone didn't seem to be making the sighing question a problem.

"I thought it was the Tesphere."

"- -!! I'm not the son of the Favel family"

The open eyes were darker in ominous colors than surprising.

"You can't stop... Can't you?

"You can't. I want you to tell her because she's going to get in my way over there. Besides, simulated battles between students are allowed, and once the president enters arbitration, it will be even more troublesome."

Tell the president out of his sight to nail him.

And I closed my lid only while I removed my gaze from myself and exhaled a depressed sigh.

Slowly open Ars eyes complain of obvious annoyance.

"But even they're cutting time, so I want to be clear."

The president still talks like he said something, but he seems to have given up on this. But at the end...

"The Academy's training grounds are built to be lower than the military's, so make sure you add and subtract them."

All the damage in the training field is converted to heart damage, but it was a warning that even if a single magician were to be converted, it would leave a serious after-effect.

"I know."

On the way back to the door with that last heel, I found a weapon to use after school.

"Can I have this?

"I don't mind, but what do you use it for?

"Of course I'm in a mock fight... the books in my hand are all precious"

That said, I grabbed the college brochure on the table unconstitutionally. Thin to less than a centimeter thick but not a big problem.

"Whatever it takes. It's..."

"That's enough. I know what she's capable of."

It entailed magic so as to show the president the cover of the brochure.

The moment I thought the pamphlet, which was slightly curved, showed a unique appearance on the paper - I stopped making it microscopic to be fixed.

When he saw it, the president glanced at him and stroked down his chest as if every worry faded slightly.

"Let's not worry about it. I've never seen such a beautiful magic grant."

"Thank you. That's why I thought this would be just fine."

"Right."

Magic flux, the smoother the transmission, the more it affects the power and intensity of magic. If you can manipulate magic to perfection, no matter how tiny it is, it's a weapon.

Therefore, if Ars now uses something called a weapon and grants it magic, it will become more than a famous knife. We dare to balance it well by lowering its rank to paper.

That said, Ars's thoughts are slightly different. Weapons collide in battle or their true value is demonstrated only if their strength is antagonised.

In this case, it's a downgrade to weaken Ars' attack.

Exactly how much magic would have been granted if it were paper, and I can't help but leave a brain disorder like the one that the president is concerned about. It would be a different story if you activated magic without using a brochure.

I leave with a deep gratuity, thinking that I was about to salute you because I was in the military rather than being polite.

"See you later."

…………

Getting back to class was a hassle.

Not that I care about my classmate's gaze, of course not. Classes after lunch break are just billionaires.

If the number of attendances does not involve the acquisition of credits, you will not go to class if you make a mistake.

Ars left the school building. Walking distance is unintentionally headed to the lab.

The hand to open the key was also smooth. It's not that much of a hassle, it's how it locks and unlocks just by passing magic through the panel next to the door. It doesn't mean magic is good. A magic trick is being used to identify him. This behavior, which became part of everyday life, is habituated to unconsciously leak magic just by touching the panel.

Ars misses an undressed rice balls in his own room in one hand - although he doesn't even feel fine dust in person - he took lunch.

If you go to the cafeteria on campus, it will be on fine rice, but Ars has never been there before. That's also because I even read books and fish for materials while I'm having lunch.

My gaze still doesn't go to the lump of rice in my hand at once.

Ars came here and thought turned to the puzzling gaze during the simulated war.

To the extent that it's passed...... it's not a big deal because the board president can't possibly not grasp it at the time those staring at Ars are in school. Assassins, assassins, terrorism, they're all too flighty to apply. Anyway, if you didn't intend to cause harm, you didn't have to take it and explore it. You'll find out soon enough. From Ars' point of view, that was about it. It is only with some anticipation.

Ars glanced at the co-located room, the open bedroom. At the end of his gaze is a black atash case.

He's Ars' only partner who's fought with him on the front lines.

The AWR (Aura) of Ars is specially made. Although it can also be described as research results. It's the only one in the world with its own arrangements.

But Ars, who decided to leave the front line, wanted a life he wouldn't use. Maybe it's not just because I can't escape the military or because of the results of my research. It is an absolution mark, and Ars himself may not have known it, but sought a place in the outside world.

For more than fifty years since the giant tower of White Asia held back the demonic invasion, the sky looking up from within is fake.

It was a fake view with bright sky blue hanging filters that lasted every day. So generations who don't know the outside don't know the rain, they don't know the snow. I still don't know the existence of clouds dotted with thick clouds after taking one cloud move. I don't even know the wind brings the blue smell, all I know is that every day the same form of clouds just flow in the same direction. The real world is the world outside where demons travel.

When I was in the army - and I still belong - I don't know how many times I went to the outside world to defeat demons on a mission. But Ars doesn't know that he had some heartbreaking self in the world that changes his expression every time.

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