Chapter 279
Cliffman did not come back, as if he had exhausted his social skills and mentality.
No, it would be correct to say that he did not come back. Harriet was glaring at me.
“What are you thinking?”
“Literally.”
“Are you telling others to buy and run?”
“Why are you thinking about leaving Mr. Temple?”
“If you force yourself to do something you would never do if left alone, is that an accident?”
“I did it with pure good intentions.”
actually.
Not with good intentions… … .
Rather, I think that we should only stop Cliff.
The talent of combat is good, but if it goes wrong, you won’t get the talent and only Cliff will be hurt forever.
He’s such a good kid even though he has depression, so I don’t want to throw him away.
I don’t agree with what Harriot said, but wasn’t it already an accident to tell Cliffman to enter the Mr. Temple contest?
“Is he really embarrassing me by doing something so out of the blue? Isn’t that right, Ellen?”
-nod
Even when I think about it, it was terribly out of the blue for me to suddenly suggest such a thing to Cliffman. No, that’s something I would never normally do. If it’s a problem, it’s the taffy seller who gives out unexpected events at unexpected timings, so you can’t do anything.
“… … I think I know why.”
Ellen looks at me and spit out as if tossing it.
No, how do you know why I did this?
“You said you were going to see a friend, so you’re going to see that senior.”
no this
What a ridiculous misunderstanding!
“Oh, no. What are you talking about?”
“You’re going to go see Miss Temple with that excuse, aren’t you? Even if you don’t have to be that senior.”
“… … and.”
Harriet’s eyes widened at Ellen’s words, as if she hadn’t even thought of that.
If there’s anyone who can say that he’s a scumbag just by looking at him, it’s Harriet.
no guys… … . That’s right, but not in the end.
I have a story… … . there is… … .
“No sickness! That’s not the reason, but why not go there? What’s the big deal if I go there?”
“There is no reason not to.”
“… … yes.”
Why are you glaring at me like you’re going to eat me while you’re talking like that!
at last.
I’ve become the kind of idiot who tries to go see the Miss Temple contest as an excuse to support a friend by making her go to Mr. Temple.
You just have to go see it confidently, but you’ve become a strange bastard who even makes bizarre excuses!
After all, studying has become a backfire.
Harriet seemed to be pondering, then looked at me and asked.
“By the way, is that sister going to the tournament?”
“How do I know that?”
“He says everything, including things you shouldn’t have to say.”
That’s right. But I don’t know if it’s going to be a tournament?
Come to think of it, I said that I could win everything while provoking Ellen. Then she will go to the tournament too.
“… … .”
Ellen was silent, but said nothing.
“Are you going to go out?”
“why?”
At my question, Ellen looks at me quietly.
“Do you think I will lose?”
“No, didn’t you say anything?”
I asked if you were going to just leave, but what’s the point of leaving that answer right away?
But that… … . Something I saw in class today, something I heard, Olivia is also in 5th grade… … .
Isn’t it a bit difficult for Ellen now… … .
It’s what the kids feel, but I’m not good at managing my facial expressions.
Ellen seemed to read something from my expression.
“it’s okay. I have no interest in tournaments anyway.”
Ellen said so. However, she didn’t look very happy.
“… … I will stop here for today.”
Perhaps offended, Ellen sat down for a while and then went away saying she was tired. I stared blankly at the door to her study room, which Ellen had quietly closed.
“He’s mad because you said something weird!”
“Why are you doing this to me!”
Suddenly Harriet brought up the tournament and things got weird. Of course, it’s Harriet’s fault.
“really… … . Will Ellen lose?”
“I don’t know.”
“… … I can’t imagine.”
Harriet couldn’t seem to imagine Ellen losing.
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Anyway, Ellen said she wasn’t interested in the tournament, and that seemed true.
It was strange.
If it were Ellen, she would have a good fight and try to fight Olivia Ranze in the tournament.
I didn’t know that I wouldn’t be interested in winning or losing.
however.
“Hey.”
“why.”
“How about me?”
Harriet suddenly said something out of the blue.
“What are you talking about?”
“Should I lose to that sister too?”
It was an unexpected question, so I was taken aback.
“you? What are you talking about?”
“… … Why can’t I go to the tournament?”
“Isn’t the tournament meant for students majoring in close combat in the first place? You majored in magic.”
“There’s no rule saying you can’t leave. I know that.”
Yes, obviously.
However, the reason magic majors didn’t participate in the tournament in the first place was because it was almost impossible for magic majors to win close combat series.
How do you deal with a melee combat major who jumps right in front of you while casting attack magic?
It may not be a surprise attack, but it is a fight to face each other in a limited battle area.
To say that it was disadvantageous in the first place is not enough.
I thought Ellen would go out if someone did.
“You won’t know unless you try.”
I don’t know why Harriet is doing this.
However, after the incident at Aaron Mede’s mansion the other day, Harriet seemed to have changed in some way.
Ellen also said that she would try to deal with an opponent whose victory or defeat was difficult to predict.
“… … Don’t overdo it.”
“huh.”
Harriet smiled at me.
“Are you going to support me?”
“… … Originally, people are meant to cheer for those who are inferior.”
“What did you say?”
I sighed when I saw Harriet tilting her head.
“Of course I will support you.”
He’s a guy who’s about to lose, so cheer him on.
“Really annoying!”
Harriet was furious with my words.
anyway.
Harriot, not Ellen, decided to compete in an unrestricted tournament, not even a freshman year.
In fact, I intend to support Harriet.
In the first place… … . It would be a great feat just to climb safely until I met Olivia Ranze.
* * *
Harriet went somewhere while submitting an application for an unlimited level tournament. No matter how genius he is, I don’t know how he will break through against numerous melee combat students and even his seniors in the unfavorable situation of the tournament.
You should have your own thoughts.
I was forced to study because of the other kids, but I didn’t have much motivation to study for the test.
I came out of the study room and swung my sword alone in the gymnasium.
strengthening power.
“hmm… … .”
It’s not like the actual situation, but now I’ve got a sense of it to some extent.
The immovable has been moved, and it awakens a completely different new sensation.
With the results of the classes I had been taking without knowing it and the self-suggestion that had risen to A rank, I became stronger.
It won’t be an unlimited class, but winning in the first year will be possible.
Ellen, the strongest candidate for the championship, will not participate.
“Break.”
Another power, the linguistic spirit.
I muttered softly to the scarecrow, but nothing happened.
“… … .”
… … get hot
Self-suggestions were mostly thoughts.
But words must be spoken.
So, I have to shout out what I want with salt.
The image of me actually shouting to break in front of the scarecrow. And this situation where nothing happens.
It is hundreds of times more embarrassing than autosuggestion.
It’s a shame game!
I became a person with the most powerful psychic powers in the world, so why is performance proportional to shame?
You have to shout something if you want to use it later in a real battle situation, but if nothing happens, you’ll be ridiculously embarrassed!
Why do all my abilities feel like this… … .
Even the F-rank’s dictum seemed to be more ineffective than the F-rank’s self-suggestion.
at last.
I don’t think the fact that I’m a typical cartoon character-like ability has changed. that… … . It only comes out when you’re sincere… … . that… … .
Of course, if you have a superpower that reacts well during training and doesn’t work in actual combat, that’s even more useless.
I know this one is much better.
it’s tough… … .
“That, Boo. wealth… … . will break… … ?”
Somehow, as I became discouraged, my voice gradually sank.
However, I am confident that I will choke myself when someone comes in while practicing the commandments while shouting loudly with a powerful voice at the gymnasium.
For several hours alone, until the sun passed, I practiced magical power enhancement, linguistic spirit, and self-suggestion and swordsmanship.
– rattle
how long has it been
“… … .”
“uh… … . Are you here?”
Ellen appeared at the gymnasium in comfortable clothes. Are you still mad at me for my subtle reaction? Ellen took her practice sword out of her cradle and she came towards me.
“let’s do it.”
“uh, ah. okay.”
As if nothing had happened, Ellen pointed her sword at me.
I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t fight.
Ellen and I practiced swordsmanship as usual.
– Kang!
– Kaang!
– Kagak!
“town!”
“Read the orbit some more.”
“I am doing… … !”
“You can’t do it at all.”
-Cards!
Although his skills improved a lot, he was still no match for Ellen.
In the end, this was more important to me than anything else.
Cliffman was not at the gymnasium today, probably still thinking about it.
-Pak!
As soon as Ellen let go of her sword, she put her elbow in the direction of my chin.
If I had taken the shot properly, I might have turned my neck, but just before that, it came to a last minute stop.
As always, it’s my loss.
Unexpectedly, defeat always suffered.
“… … .”
“… … .”
My eyes met Ellen’s for a moment. Sweat trickled down Ellen’s face and clung to her hair.
I have always been defeated, and that was my daily life.
But Ellen, who didn’t break a drop of sweat no matter how many hours she struggled with me, now sweats.
I don’t remember when, but at some point I realized.
I am much stronger than before. Although he couldn’t tire Ellen, he was no longer an opponent that could be defeated with a piece of cake like before.
Ellen looks at me in that posture, without moving.
Ellen is shorter than me, so of course she looks up a little when she looks at me.
“I… … . Do you think you will lose?”
Ellen asks without a subject.
Have you been thinking like that all along?
“How do I know that?”
“lie.”
Ellen looks at me.
“You think I’m losing.”
“… … .”
I was implicitly thinking that Olivia would be stronger than Ellen.
“I know, I lose. It just felt that way. it’s not sad I know.”
It wasn’t even that they showed each other’s true skills. But Ellen seemed to have realized everything the moment Olivia Ranze held her by the wrist.
Do I feel that I am no match for this person?
“I-I’m sorry.”
“… … .”
Ellen looks at me quietly. Ellen hung her training sword from her cradle and patted her hand.
“Don’t apologize.”
“… … .”
“I hate that more.”
Ellen sits on the window sill by the window of the gymnasium and stares blankly out.
Now, it’s winter.
Ellen took off the tracksuit coat she was wearing.
Ellen’s black short-sleeved clothes were quite wet. Ellen has her sweatshirt draped around her neck, and she looks at me.
“I don’t have any intention of fighting that person and winning.”
“… … Is it?”
Ellen is now looking at the temple where winter is coming.
Sitting on the window sill, wiggling her toes, Ellen looks at me.
“I’m leaving, Miss Temple.”
“… … uh?”
“I want to beat him there.”
Ellen chose a completely different place for the fight.
“I don’t want to be Miss Temple. It can be lost too. He’s famous… … . Because it’s pretty. It’s okay though.”
“… … .”
“I only need one vote.”
Ellen looks at me while saying that.
Only one vote is required.
Whose vote was needed, Ellen did not say directly.
was just looking at me
I couldn’t look at Ellen properly.
Saying that, Ellen slid down from the window sill and walked towards me.
Ellen took hold of my fingertips and gently let go.
Her expression seemed calm, but I could clearly feel Ellen’s hand trembling violently as she lightly touched me.
He couldn’t even look at me properly.
“… … I’ll go.”
Harriet competes in the Unlimited Weights Tournament and Ellen competes in Miss Temple. Both were completely unexpected.
