101 Eleven Stories: Apprenticeship

The day after I taught Dr. Sylphia about new magic.

Our students in general were dressed in athletic clothing and taught a lecture called Basic Combat.

"In today's Basic Combat class, have them practice melee combat using Ligaments"

Dr. Farnese, who is in charge of basic combat, says as he stares at the students' faces.

"For the most part, the magic that cuts the battle off is melee or long-range. These two are common subjects. You should master them to some extent. It can also be used as a protective technique in times of need. … so split into pairs for a mock fight"

The students were handily divided into pairs.

Basic combat is literally a lesson in basic combat skills. This class is to be taken separately by the Department of General and the Department of Heroes. Because there is a huge difference in their strength between the students of the hero family, who are good at fighting, and the students of the general department.

In the basic battle of the general discipline, a case of unavoidable fighting is assumed.

Even though the Demon King has been defeated and ostensibly peaceful, the social situation is still precarious. Maybe Builders School takes that into account, too.

"Tweet, let's fight"

When I was worried about who I would pair up with, Gran called me.

I nod because I have no reason to say no.

He began the simulation battle in turn with the students who paired up earlier.

This isn't the first time I've done a mock fight in a basic combat class. The ground is divided into four compartments, each of which begins a one-on-one simulation battle.

"Next pair, get in the field"

Following Dr. Farnese's instructions, Gran and I confronted each other.

"Either way, no grudges."

"Oh."

I set myself up against Gran with an invincible grin.

Dr. Farnese signals the start, and me and Gran move at the same time.

"Sora!!

Gran, who activated the melee militant magic Ligament, dived into my pocket in an instant and released a positive fist jab.

It's like a small hand check. Orbits are easy to understand and less powerful. On the other hand, since we're in position to move on to the next one at any given time, it won't be a decision if this one hits the counter quickly.

Flush the protruding arm to the side.

Gran then rotated his axial leg to release a kick from the opposite side.

The attack switches quickly. Unlike a blow like the little hand check earlier, the next kick will be painful if it hits directly.

I dodged Gran's kick by giving myself up, and at the same time this one rolled a low kick into Gran's ankle.

"Oops!?

Gran leaps and avoids my kicking.

When I grabbed Gran's chest barn floating in the universe and tried to set up a throwing move...

"- Chip."

I took a step backwards with the knife I accidentally visited.

Fast response. Were you reading this chase?

"As always, the Melee technique is first-class."

"Sort of. Anyway, I'm not like Tweet."

Gran instantly says fleshly.

"- This is the only way!

fists are rolled out sharply.

Fists and kicks of speed that could be painfully avoided were released in multiple ways. But Grand's mainland is not speed, but strength. Even if you say it's a sharp blow, if you hit it straight, at the end of the day, every guard will collapse. The pressure not to take a single blow wears this spirit out as the battle prolongs.

But for me, the pressure is something I'm accustomed to doing more than once on a mission I shouldn't fail.

Immediately after avoiding an approaching kick from the crossing, cross glances with Gran.

For a moment I turned away to the right. Then Gran also looks away, wondering if there is anything there.

"Sweet"

Pay Gran's feet hooked on gaze guidance.

I slapped my palm bottom into Gran's stomach when he broke down.

"What? Huh!?

With the breath stored in his lungs, Gran leaks a groan.

From Dr. Farnese, who watched the mock fight nearby, he said, "That's it!" and the voice of restraint was hung.

"Where you don't like to rush, you're the same."

I say as I reach out to Gran, who wears a buttcake.

"... after all, you're strong. Too Eight."

Gran, with a small grin, took my hand and rose.

"Hey, Too Eight. Are you free after school today?

"... although I'm available"

"Then why don't you just hang out a little bit? I need to talk to you."

I nod in wonder at Gran, who tells me with a serious look at all times.

"Okay."

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After school.

I joined Gran in the backyard with no sign of anyone.

"Sorry, have them come when you're busy"

"It would be each other. So, what's the story?

"Will you make me an apprentice?"

For a moment, I delay responding to Gran, who tells me to go straight in.

"I want you to make me your apprentice."

Once again, Gran told.

The intent... is as if I don't understand.

Gran explains to me.

"We have a situation. I really want to compete in the last day of the war game. But the Lions consolidate athletes who compete in war games only with hero students.... I just want the strength to drag them down"

"... okay? Tell me about the lions."

It's second to none for me right now.

Gran, who tells me so, has never been more serious.

Gran is a gentle man who can absorb the feelings of his opponent, although he tends to be misunderstood on the strong side of his muscles. I wonder how many circumstances exist because such a man would second the feelings of the students who are united for the competition festival.

I want to stand out by participating in the War Games decorating Tori... that shouldn't be a cheap reason. I'm not such a light man.

The final day's events are three: Arrow Rain, which shoots the magic of a long-range shooting ceremony, a parade that performs with magic, and Wargame, a five-to-five serious battle. If Gran can make it out of this, there's only a war game.

Wouldn't you rather compete in the final day of the event than in the war game?

What elements do not exist on the first and second day and exist only on the last day?

The last day - the heads of the kingdoms of Terraria and Varibal - come for a tour.

"Gran. Are you from the Varibal kingdom?

"... you're too smart, Too Eight"

If Gran was involved with the head of the Terrarian kingdom, he would have that information in my ear working in the dark of the Terrarian kingdom. If not, I thought you might be an associate of the other Varibal kingdom... they got it right.