607 01. Running Sorcerer Yut Amaxa

A brunette boy slit a page from a book in his hand and released it overhead.

If it's just paper, it just blows in the wind and splashes. Or do you fall flickering?

Either way, acts that I don't think make sense.

But the results were different. I don't follow either path.

Because it was not just a piece of paper or anything, but a page of spell documents, and the boy who unleashed it was also a sorcerer (wizard), not just a human being.

"Bullet of Reason (Force Missile)"

Spiritual concentration. Goal designation. Spell complete.

The piece of paper over his head turned into an arrow that was neither white nor gold.

Kakashi, which has a pure magic arrow bullet about 10 meters - didn't even scratch it, but the real target set up behind it. It struck a straight shot at Round Tai about 50 cm.

Marutai, who was about the thickness of a person's torso, is easily blown away and wears holes and burn marks in the center.

Not a special, but a must. That's the science spell of the first staircase, The Bullet of Reason (Force Missile).

"... Master?

Dark-haired boy.

A visitor from different worlds, Heavenly Grass Brave Man - Yut Amaxa looked back at his back with a curl.

At the end of that gaze, an elf with an insensitive mustache that loosens purple smoke with a grumpy face. Along with his sister disciple, Little Ren, he gazes at Tertione, his master.

But even if his disciples and daughters stare at him, the Elf's Magic Instructor (Warlock) doesn't show the bare gesture he cares about.

I didn't answer immediately when asked, I put smoke in my lungs and then spit it out slowly...... and I said.

"Oh, good."

"Then what?"

"Pass. From today on, you can call yourself Running Out without an Apprentice."

"I didn't... stay... chan"

Ren, watching on Tertione's side, ran over to Yut with an angelic smile. Bless Yut by holding his right hand with both small hands.

"Oh, thank you. All thanks to Ren."

"Oh no... nothing, eh?

Sifting, Len shakes his head like a small animal.

But Yut lays his hands on all modest sister disciples' hands to convey his gratitude.

"No, no, because the trigger is really important. If he was bad, he could still be in the trail."

It is no exaggeration to say that it is in Len that Yut, a visitor from different worlds, was able to use a scientific spell.

The emotion of that moment will not be forgotten, no matter how long. Yut had that certainty.

"Huh. I miss you so much."

With such a fine view of her daughter and disciple, Tertione was renewing his surprise in his heart.

He was recognized as a sorcerer (wizard) for a short time. It's a hell of a rush, though.

It is shallow to clean it up with talent alone, but it is also foolish to deny it.

Yut has the qualities of a magician (wizard).

This was a clear fact.

"Best of all, what happens next..."

Depends on who he is. And it will also depend on the amount of skill the mentor leads.

Do you still smoke? Shall we go next? Tertione continues as he shows his wandering bare gestures.

"Except if I admit it or not?

"Yes?"

What the hell is this about?

There was something passing through Yut's nostrils dominated by doubt.

A single arrow.

It plundered Kakashi and pierced Marutai, who was bounced off with the Bullet of Reason (Force Missile).

"That's all I can do. It's about not getting on too well, ha-ha."

"Larsia!"

"Happy rushing out certification, then. It's a banquet tonight!

"Even if it's nothing, you drink it every day. But thanks!

"You're welcome!"

I'm telling you to yell, but we both smile.

If you meditate on your eyes, you seem to be in a fight, and if you block your ears, you just look like your best friend.

"I don't know..."

It was a world too special for Ren to understand.

Whoever you talk to, you'll only get the answer that you don't need to understand.

"Well, Yuto doesn't seem to drink alcohol, so you should get drunk on my art."

"Art... sure, amazing, but you can't only do it once..."

"Hey, Yuto?

"If it's me, is the Bullet of Reason (Force Missile) more than four times a day? Meanwhile, Larsia is tired. Not so much..."

"Hello?

"I would rather support everyone than turn to the attack poorly... Is there an Alcia? Then it would be better to turn to obstructing the enemy...?

A bump and a yuut that has entered my world.

The action itself was not praised, except for the content of the solitaire. They got ahead of the part they were going to do in the next class, and Tertione was accidentally throwing tobacco under his feet.

"Oh, but. If my arm goes up more and a widely effective spell can be used, will it change the story..."

That was a fairly accurate forecast for the future.

It will come off as a result, because a destructive god named Jonah will be joining the party.

Now in Yut, which is not yet God, we cannot foresee that much.

"Well, then, I'll tell the old man Exile that Larsia has been intruding into the class"

"Why are you eg!? Val can duly say that, and Arcia can deceive you if you say why that sounds a little like it."

"That's why."

"That's right."

Contests between visitors and meadow species (magners) continue.

In the meantime, Ren leaves Yut and returns to his father. And I said it in a strong tone for her.

"Honey... and praise you for your brother..."

Tertione, told, looks remorsefully at the tobacco beneath his feet, while stroking the bearded chin.

"I'm in trouble if you can do this much"

"But it's amazing how fast you can do it..."

"Don't say much. Get on with it."

"Already..."

Ren protests against Tertione, a cheek-beltering master and father, but every once in a while he is flushed like a cigarette smoke.

"Praise me properly... or I might stop being your brother..."

"I don't think so."

The Elf's Wizard (Warlock) denied it below, not lighting a new scroll and entertaining it between his fingers.

"The only reason I want to stop is because we're going to talk about it."

And I ran out of words without even a dust.

"Is it an internship?

"Oh. It'll be time to move on to the next step"

Tertione owns the potion shop.

Not that it was a consideration for class, but I was always supposed to work part-time afterwards.

"Even so, you're practically a survivor"

Anything about magic as well as potions, but the story told where I was organizing the product was abrupt.

It would also be helpless for Yut to have stopped his hand.

"Survival…"

Language translation capabilities automatically available when you come to different worlds.

It was a repeated yuut questioning its correctness, but apparently it's true.

"Simply put, a week behind the woods. I'll have you survive alone."

"Does that mean using only magic?

"No, use whatever you can."

"It's kind of like the difficulty jumped..."

Türtione, who was sorting out his books at the counter, looked up.

A tobacco tobacco, a slightly grumpy look as usual.

Seeing it, Yut learns that his concerns have been targeted. Hopefully, I wanted to take it off.

"This guy is my theory... as long as I remember the basics, it stretches best to practice. One job is enough."

"Really? I realized that I actually valued using spells more than sitting in the classroom..."

Football...... there are similarities in sports.

However, there is a clear goal of winning the game, whereas what is the purpose of the science spell? That depends on the individual.

"Of course, if you want to study spells, I can't recommend you..."

Yes, for Yut, a theoretical spell is a means, not an end.

"But, adventurer... there wouldn't be time for that with the Vals, would there?

"... right"

Placing the cigarette cigarette in the ashtray, Tertione stares Yut straight in the front.

"Do you want to?

"I'll do it"

Yut, don't get lost. I nodded forcefully.

To that proclamation, Tertione smiled uncommonly.

But the smile froze when the store door opened and a small figure came in.

"Father... me too... I want to... na"

"... Ren? You were listening to me."

Ren, who had sent him to the powder cabin for use, rushed to the counter with her luggage.

"Yeah. Brother... and I'll do it with you..."

"It's..."

Tertione says it rarely.

No way, because it's dangerous. I can't just treat my real daughter special because I'm worried. Reason says, I have to admit.

Still, it's kind of easy not to nod.

"Okay. I'll work with Ren to do my best."

Yuut said as if it were a decision, receiving a bag of flour that Ren had brought back.

With the look on your face just saying this is okay.

Hi, looks like Larsia's influencing me badly.

Tertione reworked the cigarette and scowled at Yut.

"What are you getting ahead of? Hundreds of years early."

"I'm not an elf. A hundred years is a little."

"If you're in the mood to take the master's fried feet, don't worry. You're gonna be a big shot like me."

"That, well, if you can be like a master...?

Tertione looks at the ceiling and quietly spits cigarette smoke.

Ren, her daughter, knew that the trick was a cover.