859 213, Eighth class star promotion exam-2

We moved to the training ground. I thought you were testing here until just now.

"Well, you guys promised. You can bet five gold coins on three mock fights, okay?

"Oh, hey?

"Fine. Uh-huh?

"Run away, huh?

I'm glad they're honest. I hung it up.

"Well, who are you coming from? How about a one-on-one hand?

"Hey... is that contract magic now...?

"Well... then he's serious...?

"Demon King... is it...?

Oh, have you noticed? But the stakes are low...

"I said bare hands, didn't I? I'll do it! Demon King's balls!

Whoa, he pulled out his sword and attacked me. Slow. Step to the right of this guy at a time when the sword is swung down. There's a sword slashed up from the bottom. Perfect timing, stomping and crushing behind shoes.

"Become!?

A sword that breaks lightly. Namakura. Stay on your right foot and hike with your left foot. Direct hit to the head, over. That's a hell of a boot for an ancient dragon.

"Look, who's next?

"Get on with it! It's me!

Whoa, spear man. Don't poke at me. But the puller is slow. You can't just keep poking around, can you?

"Become!?

It's easy to get grabbed. Keep pulling the spear and kicking it sideways in your belly. Yes. End of story. These boots are amazing. Is this the pattern of spears being used without knowing how to do the trick? I guess a weak demon opponent wouldn't have had a problem.

"Okay, you're the last 'fireball'.

Oh, I'm talking and all of a sudden it's magic. Well, I'm not putting up an automatic defense, but it doesn't work. Again, my gear is against the rules. I hope it doesn't even hit my face.

"And, hey, why isn't magic working!?

"Because your magic is so shoddy, isn't it?

"Fireball."

"Firearms."

I won't hit it this time. That's because the controls are sweet. Calm down and aim.

"Firewall."

Oh, using magic that makes my vision so bad. Is that okay?

Good thing you don't see it, drop kick for someone who would be over the wall of fire. Hit the chest, the blowing opponent. Keep it close and kick it in the face.

All right, it's over. It's over. Well, shall I have your wallet? Which one...

"Good luck. You can afford not to use magic or weapons. What are you doing?

"I'll just have five gold coins as promised. Yeah, because boots are like weapons.

"The magic doesn't work, and I knew it was an awesome piece of equipment.

Not enough. It's a hassle.

"Hey, get up.

Kick his head and wake him up. Get up.

"Grr..."

"Are you awake? We don't have enough gold. Eight left, pay fast.

"Ugh..."

Look, Charin and I came out of the magic bank.

"All right, now I'm gonna give you a break. Don't get too worked up, okay?

"Ooh, ooh..."

Uh, it's over. It's over. I guess it's time to announce the passers for the final exam.

"You're handy. Looks like he's totally used to it.

"It kind of always happens this way, doesn't it? They're the ones who don't punish you, right?

Well, I don't know if it's the first time for them.

And we gather at Mr. Eloise's place before the reception.

"Come on, we got a result, huh? The mon called failed. Get out of here.

What a bad way to call it...

I'm glad they didn't call me. So is Mr. Berengaria.

"That's it, then. The remaining mon came with me and said," Wait! "Nah..."

Hmm? Is he a failure?

"Why am I failing! Explain it to me!

"Yes, they do! I'm not convinced!

"Some guys are passing an unharmed scumbag!

Three cheeks ripped open now as Mr. Eloise sappily waved the whip. I am in pain. Wow, that hurts.

"I can't avoid that degree of attack either, so I'm failing. Come on. I'm coming!"

Walking behind Mr. Eloise, he arrived in the northeast outside the Ktanut Wall. It's still an area with lots of wasteland.

"Well, I remember the last question you guys answered in your written exams, right? Trolls are coming now. Let me see if I can act as I said, okay? Yeah, if I can act even better than the answer, I can make you look cute, okay?

I see. This is interesting. He wants me to show you something that's not just a mouth, and yet it's not an empty theory on the desk. By the way, they're all pretty motivated. But what do we do when the quartet is a premise?

"You are a member of the Running Quadruple Tenth Star Party. Fifty kilometers north of Kutanutsu, he was rubbed off a troll by another party. Show your best behavior.

"Come on, it starts with four people in Caprice Bind. Trolls will be here soon, huh? It's supposed to be a rub, so there's no time to prepare it, is there?

Oh, well. Are some of them party-by-party?

"Summarizing your answers, Wythos accumulates magic and uses great magic while Matthew and Marlowe are holding back. When Burnin snapped his neck at Todome. Much more convenient, huh? Come on, Troll's here, huh?

Oh, it's Mr. Gomoriere. No way, as a troll?

Ugh, he's attacking me all of a sudden. But it's probably too late for Mr. Gomoriere. Uh, because you're a troll? Well, the two avant-gardes are tightly shielded. But...

He's been blown away because he's been attacked. Both of them. You're taking your time. Still, the critical magic seemed to accumulate and I could hit a larger fireball on Mr. Gomoriere. Looks like he could have slapped a sword in his neck in that gap.

"By passing. It's critical. With all that firepower, we can stop the troll from moving. And Lord for Todome, you don't have to force yourself to aim for your neck. In the present case, it would be more effective to stick a sword to your heart. Refine it.

I see. Is it considered a pass if you attack enough to defeat the Troll? It's going to be an interesting exam.