YM778.TV Chapter 63: I wish it would be like this every time.
Chapter 63: I wish it would be like this every time.
Translator: Black Lotus
Editor: imsara
The magic shooting class was terminated when Grandpa-sensei didn’t come back from his abandonment.
In fact, he came back once, but after reflecting on the fact that I smashed all the fill behind the target and all the dirt behind it, I put it back together in an instant (I just wrapped the dirt in wards and moved it around) and he left for the spirit world again.
Shaking off the evil idea that I could skip class if I stun the teacher in charge every time, I went to the next class of practical skills.
This is a master class.
This is the class I definitely wanted to skip. After all, it’s a class that’s mainly about interpersonal kumite. Fist fights with strangers were too scary. I was a man who could not talk to others with fists or words.
But, I had no idea what to do.
The purpose of this class is to master the physical strengthening of the body and how to move the body with it by means of empty handedness and magic. In other words, you can’t use a magic gun. I’m failing in my earlier class, but they didn’t let me regain my honor either.
Since I’ve assembled Rias in the first class, it’s pointless to act heckling now.
(So, what do we do now?)
I decided to empty my mind and ‘go with the flow’. In short, it’s an escape from reality.
We were appointed by Rias to face him, as usual. However, his attacks always cut through the air. I just dodged his attacks.
“You’re always dodging things, aren’t you? Why don’t you try fighting back once in a while?”
The spiffy tank top teacher gives me some educational guidance.
“I’m not very good at hitting people or anything…”
I’m not telling a lie. When I’m playing the hero of justice, I’m not afraid to fly my head or anything, but I’m essentially a gentle man who can only hit people in my imagination.
“I suppose it’s acceptable to assemble your opponent or something, right? Come on, just take it as an extension of that and give him a whack. I’m used to this, I’m used to it.”
The tank top teacher has a blazing white tooth and a hump.
That’s why I’m not good at that kind of thing.
Maybe it’s a mental thing. Then, you can watch the other students play seriously.
The teacher flashes his white teeth again.
I sit alone in gym class to observe while everyone else is sweating and fighting.
I’m legitimately slacking off, but no. I want to be a hermit, not treated like a child who has trouble with exercise. Pity.
I’m bored, so I watch everyone else fight as I was told.
When I was watching Mr. Ghoul and the others fight with Rias and the others before, I felt that ‘this is what student level is like’, but it was still like that.
When it comes to physical techniques, as long as you can track them with your eyes, you can handle them anyway.
I can’t be sure because of my lack of experience.
My father’s training was not helpful. I don’t know how much he skipped out on me.
I almost never use bodywork, even when I’m a righteous hero. I’m not going to be able to get away with anything with wardrobe magic, and I don’t want to do anything dangerous. I have no experience in real life.
You’re the only one who can get away with it. Wait a minute? Yeah, I happen to have a style that doesn’t do a big stand-up job in Shiva mode.
So, that means.
Shiva’s body art level is unknown to others. In fact, you may be considered to be unskilled in body arts.
The reason I am not allowed to demonstrate my abilities to the fullest in practical classes is so that I am not suspected of being related to Shiva. So, if I’m going to hit a high mark in body arts, they won’t suspect me of being the same person as Shiva, right?
Okay, let’s do that!
I stand up, full of enthusiasm for getting laid.
“Sir, I’m going to try,”
“Mm, good eye. A warrior’s eye. You’re inspired by the heat of the crowd and my muscles.”
A tank top teacher in a wiggly, mysterious pose. So, let’s not do that?
“Then, who will you have to deal with…?”
The tank top teacher began to ransack the place. Well, we can sacrifice Rias, right? When I think about it.
“Ugh!”
Someone flew at me. You’re the sacrifice, I took it in and looked closer and saw a silver-haired pony girl. It’s Iris Phillia, aka Iris, isn’t it?
That opponent–
I’m not sure how commoner people do it. But don’t flatter yourself that you can handle my opponent with just a few tricks.
Silver hair here too. And a handsome guy. But the actual person in question is Alexei something-something, the person from “1”.
He was rather gentlemanly with me, but he was merciless with Iris. Aristocracy or something, come to think of it.
“I’m sorry, Hart, I’m fine.”
Iris was leaning away from me, but her arms were slackened down. I guarded a regular fist thrust with both arms, but she seemed to be numb and unable to move.
“Don’t push it. It’s just that I wanted a partner, too. I’ll take that guy.”
Alexei-san’s expression turned grim.
Then, for some reason, the people around him became mysteriously excited.
”Oh! Here we go again.”
“It’s time to show the man again!”
“Get it done!”
“Hang in there, Hart.”
“A confrontation with senior Alexei is at a level where you can get money.”
What do you mean, again? Yeah, I had a similar thing in my first day of class. It wasn’t like that, but….
In the previous class, Alexei-san couldn’t get out of his state of mind, so I was sloppy as it was. So the match with this guy is a little vague.
I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. It’s a good opportunity to find out how good you are. I’m not going to go easy on you, okay?
“Nice to meet you.”
At this point, I was licking my chops.
Because this guy’s movements weren’t much different from those of the other students. Considering the fact that he was about to launch multiple attack spells at the same time in class earlier, I thought he was probably a typical wizard who was good at mid- to long-range magic.
My guess was correct.
Hm? Alexei-san put additional magic on himself, even though he still had some self-enhancement left. That’s an awesome layering, right? More than Rias.
“Let’s go!”
Oh, he’s so fast. I’m no longer an Olympic athlete. A blinding onslaught of attacks hit me like a fighting race would do in a seven-ball-collecting anime with a shpa-shpa-pack.
I grabbed both wrists and caught the kick with my legs. Right after I let go of the puck, I hit him in the shoulder, chest, stomach, and finally in the face.
”Bugeugeugeuge!”
Alexei-san, it’s going to blow.
I kicked the ground. When I passed him, I turned and kicked him in the back. He was blown up in the opposite direction, and I chased him further and made him fall on his heels.
Alexei-san plopped down on the ground. He was twitching.
”Soooooooooooooooooooo…”
“Did you see Zenphis’s move?”
I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Last year’s physical arts champion…”
“Oh, really? Yeah, I was kind of surprised, though. He’s stronger than Rias.”
“Nice. Your muscles are perfect!”
The teacher comes up to me in great excitement, clapping.
I tell him here and there.
“There’s nothing for me to learn from the teacher,”
“I’ll say that to myself!”
A gasping tank top teacher.
But, to be honest, I have to admit that I’ve beaten Guberg-san, who is more than equal to me, to the punch, so there’s no point in continuing to take this class.
Nani?
“What?”
It’s like the words I’ve been trying to pull out of my mouth, and they just came out, right?
“I could give them credit at this point in time, but since there is no precedent for this, it would be difficult for me to do this on my own. I’ll talk to the school about it.”
Oh! My plan worked like a charm! Thank you, senior Alexei.
“Please!”
It would be easier to do this every time. No, I’ll make it happen again next time, I promise. I was full of enthusiasm.