Apparently, I’m a Childhood Friend of a Saint in the World of Light Novels, and When We Meet Again After a Few Years at School, She’s Turned into Some Kind of Yandere?
“The rules are simple. The winner is the one who can disable his opponent or make him surrender. And Alan.”
“What is it?”
“You are not allowed to use emission magic. If you can’t control your lightning magic, you might kill your opponent.”
“I understand.”
It is true that I am not yet proficient in the use of lightning magic.
Besides, even if I used the power of magic to force myself to win in order to prove my ability, the people around me wouldn’t be satisfied.
I had no intention of using lightning magic without being told by my teacher.
“Then I will set up the wards. Wait for my signal to begin.”
Saying that, the teacher started chanting something.
Then, a transparent ward was put up around us.
The wards looked quite sturdy and would have to be very powerful to destroy it.
What kind of man is Rudolph Sensei, who can easily put up such a ward. ……
“Then let’s get started.”
“Kukku ……! I’m looking forward to it…..!”
“It’s my pleasure.”
I and Foster-sama drew our swords and readied them.
The rumor that he’s a great swordsman seems to be true, and there are no gaps in his stance.
Now, let’s see how he will fight. ……
“Begin!”
Both of us kicked the ground at the same time we heard the teacher’s signal.
As soon as he approach quickly, I swing my sword at him, but I can’t even get a scratch on him.
I didn’t think I could beat him, but I didn’t know he could handle me so easily. ……
“Hahaha! You’re so strong,…… this is the real thing,…….”
“Thank you very much.”
“I wasn’t going to use magic since you don’t use magic,…… but I can’t beat you now. I’m going to use my magic on you, all right?”
“Be my guest.”
“I’d like to paint your face with it right now!”
With that said, Foster-sama begins to gather magical power.
He seemed to have a deep knowledge of magic, and could gather things at a considerable speed, so there was never a chance that I would have a chance.
Besides, I have no idea what kind of magic Foster-sama uses.
The only way for me to fight this was to watch him closely and keep him at bay.
“Let’s go ……! Gravity increase……!”
The moment Foster-sama’s magic is activated, my body suddenly gains weight.
In addition, the sword also becomes heavier, making it obviously more difficult to move.
“This is ……! Gravity Magic ……!”
Gravity magic is, as the name suggests, an auxiliary magic that manipulates gravity.
The only effect it should have had was to reduce the gravity of your allies and make them move faster, but this is of a different dimension.
It’s amazing …… that it can generate such powerful gravity!
“Let’s go!”
“! Reinforcement!”
In order to avoid the oncoming flash, I immediately used my newly-learned body enhancement.
However, my body is still not fully proficient in using it, or perhaps I’m much heavier than usual.
It is better than not using it, though.
“Still avoiding is a feat of excellence,……, but if you keep going like this, you won’t have a chance to turn the tables!”
“Damn ……!”
Apparently I have exceptionally good dynamic vision.
However, now it’s not that my opponent’s speed is increasing, but my own speed is slowing down, so even though I can see through it, I have a hard time getting used to the time lag between my body moving as I want.
I don’t seem to have received a fatal blow yet, but I don’t know when I will collapse.
“It’s really tricky, isn’t it? The gravity magic you use!”
“I am honored by your praise. Then let me win!”
It’s really very tricky.
Foster sama not only restricts my movements, but also frequently casts magic on himself to slow me down, and at the moment of each impact, he casts gravity magic on the tip of his sword, increasing its power.
If I don’t defend myself well, I will be thrown away, making it difficult for me to go on the offensive.
The fact that he uses magic at the same time is a surprise, but the speed with which he adjusts and switches is monstrous.
“That’s an impossible task, isn’t it? I want to show my lovely fiancée how cool I am.”
“Taahaha! You’re a really funny guy! Then I’ll play the villain and embarrass you in front of your fiancée!”
Saying that, Foster-sama accelerates even more.
I guess he wasn’t serious yet. ……
This is going to be a nasty match……
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(I see, …… I’m starting to get it. ……)
How long had the match been going on?
The match had been stalemated, but I was beginning to see a chance to win.
“Damn…… why can’t I hit him! It’s not like he’s moving any faster. ……!”
The proportion of the time that I could afford to prevent it from a while ago has increased, and I’m starting to have a little bit of leeway.
On the contrary, impatience is beginning to appear in Foster-sama’s eyes.
How long has it been since I felt this way?
The first time I felt this way was when I met Charlotte and confronted the bullies.
Since then, I have felt this feeling many times, including when Charlotte was kidnapped, and I have moved on to the next step.
It’s a somewhat comforting sensation that clears my head and increases my concentration to the limit.
“Damn ……!”
(I can see …… everything ……)
The reason why the war was starting to turn around.
It was because I understood how to use my eyes.
The more time passed, the more I understood and the more I hunted down Foster-sama.
The way I learned to fight in this battle was to read through my opponent’s actions.
I read my opponent’s next move by constantly taking in information about his facial expression, gaze, thought process, battle situation, terrain, the way his muscles move, and various other information.
I had already started defending myself even before my opponent started attacking.
I could see what Foster-sama was thinking and what moves he was going to make.
“You’ve already lost. You can’t beat me now.”
“What are you talking about ……?!”
For the first time since the start of this match, I attacked on my own.
I read all of Foster sama’s defenses and used physical techniques to corner him.
“This is the end……!”
My sharp flash of the sword bounces off Foster-sama’s sword.
The sword spun and flew through the air, piercing into the distance.
I thrust my sword at him as if to nip any counterattack in the bud.
“I win, right?”
“That’s enough. You win the mock battle, Alan.”
Rudolph-sensei releases the warding and calls it quits.
I let out a sigh of relief.
I didn’t think a student could be this strong. …… He was definitely stronger than anyone I’ve fought. ……
“Alan kun. Thank you for your hard work.”
“Charlotte. I’m glad I won.”
Charlotte ran up to me and handed me a towel.
I wiped the dirt and sweat off with it.
I looked around after freshening up and saw my classmates standing around me.
“U-umm……?”
“Zing…….”
“Zing?”
“You’re amazing!”
“Uwaa!?”
The classmates approach and squirm.
Charlotte is also getting involved.
“Why are you so strong? I heard you beat Phoenix in the entrance exam!”
“In addition to that swordsmanship, you even use that lightning magic. ……”
“I thought Foster-sama was just a weird guy, but maybe he was a little cooler today. ……”
They are all aristocrats, but they give me, a commoner, a lot of praise.
The distance that existed because I couldn’t make it to the first day of class is slowly fading away.
“Thank you all so much f…..”
“Gahhhh! You’re too strong! Alan!”
As if to destroy the warmth in my heart and a little bit of a feeling of excitement, he pulls me from the side sharply and strongly.
I looked and saw that Foster-sama had a big smile on his face and was squaring his shoulders with me.
I want my heart back ……
“Well, one more fight, Alan! I’ve never had so much fun in a fight before! You’re going to stay with me until I win!”
“I-I’ll pass on that. ……”
The people around me burst into laughter.
Even though they are aristocrats, many people are surprisingly friendly.
I think this class will make my year very meaningful.
This mock competition ignited the motivation of the S class students, where the best and brightest are gathered.
As Alan survived the entrance exam, the history that was supposed to go on is changing its course more and more.
However, there was one man in the S class who did not join in the harmony of the class, but instead silently continued his training and regrets.
His name is Robert Wilson.
The name was that of a former loyalist who had lost his master.