I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"Eh?"

"About this, let me take you to see it - what young people like most now."

【Elbat Arena】

One of the professional arenas in Orut City, it is also the fixed venue for the annual [Glorobat] qualifiers.

Martial arts users and magic users are on the same arena, and there is only one rule: they are not allowed to kill each other.

Others - no restrictions.

"Let me show you how real witches and mages fight. It's a completely different level from the previous training where you chased me while standing on the ground throwing magic at each other."

There were not many spectators in the arena. They were scattered in the seats, occasionally discussing something in low voices. Some people were also staring at the figure who was sparring in the arena and writing down notes in their notebooks.

“The Glorobat qualifiers haven’t started yet this year, so there aren’t many people here, but they are obviously already preparing for the qualifiers

, it can be said that it is a real battle. "Gresta took Isabella to a seat near the arena and sat down. Now there were two young people preparing to fight in the large venue.

There is a huge and solid field magic shield around the arena to protect the audience and competitors. A live broadcast screen is suspended in the center of the sky with very high definition. It can be said to be the perfect combination of magic and technology.

"The player information is displayed over there, and there are countdown restrictions for the start and progress of the competition below the arena stage." Gresta explained to Isabella while pointing her in the direction of the facility.

[Preparation countdown: 45...44...]

"It's time to start, remember - there is only one rule, and that is not to kill the opponent." There seemed to be a hint of excitement hidden in Gresta's eyes, and she stared at the stage intently.

The red and blue sides are a man and a woman respectively. Isabella can know the names and basic information of the two people based on the introduction on the information board.

[Red side: Sislok Addison, male level 6 earth magician]

[Blue side: Rachel Slaughter Red Moon, female level 4 Qi warrior]

"This surname...is there a level 4 Qi warrior?"

"Users of martial arts are generally passed down from their families, but they also accept training from outer disciples. However, if outer disciples want to learn martial arts inherited from their families, they need to change their surnames, like that child."

Gresta cast her gaze at the female warrior who was gearing up. She was about twenty-five or sixty-six years old. Her dark red eyes were sharp and full of heroism. Her short black hair was like a valiant fighter, surging around her body. Flying in the air current.

The minimum strength level of a warrior is level 9, and then increases upwards, with level 1 being the highest.

The strength levels of witches and magisters are opposite, with the first level being the lowest and the twelfth level being the highest. Represents the highest level of magic power that can be released.

"Now little Isa is an eighth-level witch. Because you can omit chanting, you can also fight against a tenth-level witch."

Currently, the highest level magic that Isabella can cast: dark attribute seventh-level magic [Death Curse], [Evil Spirit Haunting], sacred attribute eighth-level magic [Judgment of Light] [Sanctuary Domain]

"Is the highest strength that magic can achieve related to talent?"

"Yes, talent determines the bottom line of magic. Some people become seventh-level witches the day they reach adulthood, while others can only reach sixth-level after practicing for a lifetime. This is an insurmountable gap."

"It's cruel...talent is such a thing."

"So you know what an amazing person your master, Miss Gesebrisak, is? She has no talent for learning magic, not at all." Gresta looked at the center of the arena stage to gain momentum. The two men, who were getting ready to fight, looked confused.

A body that could no longer grow...she didn't even have the strength to wield a sword. She relied on her own efforts and sweat to carve out her own path.

"Brisac Conjuration..." Isabella replied softly.

"Yes."

[Preparation countdown: 3..2..1..0]

【The battle begins! 】

The moment the buzzer sounded, indicating the start of the battle, it was completely contrary to what Isabella expected. Rachel, who used martial arts, immediately flew back. Instead, Sislok, who was on the magician's side, took the initiative. !

"Eh?"

Whoosh - the ring-shaped flying medium flashing with magic light flew towards him, and was caught by Sislok and put on his wrist. In an instant, the whole person jumped into the air at an extremely fast speed and rushed towards Rachel.

As if answering Isabella's question, Gresta smiled and said: "Have you forgotten what I taught you? Before the battle begins, you can do nothing except not attack the opponent——"

"You mean...magical memory?"

Chant the magic spell in advance and store it in the magic medium. It can be fired instantly when needed.

Boom boom boom! !

The moment the man waved his wand, several rock pillars rose up from the ground and crossed, trapping Rachel in them. In the blink of an eye, two other spells followed.

"Sink into the ground, Chongyan!"

The feet instantly turned into a sticky quagmire, which not only restricted movement, but also sealed off the surrounding space for dodge.

Looking at the huge rock wall that was formed and crushed over Rachel's head, Gresta smiled meaningfully: "In a battle, the winner is often determined in an instant, like that kind of fight where you come back and forth. Most of the situations are performances.”

"Is Miss Rachel going to lose?"

Before he could do anything, his space for action was blocked. He controlled his mobility and could only welcome the incoming magic attack...

No wonder Miss Rachel had to distance herself first.

But Isabella can actually vaguely foresee that if the magician casts all the spells chanted in advance, the battle situation may immediately turn to one side...

After all, warriors only need to use their fists to fight... right?

"No, it's the mage who's going to lose."

boom! !

The huge rock slab fell and smashed the figure who raised his arms in defense.

Dust and loud noises filled the arena stage, and it was painful to hear.

"What?"

The answer given by Gresta surprised Isabella.

"You haven't seen the way warriors fight, have you? They are the least...

I'm afraid of being hit by someone from the other side. "

The second loud bang suddenly exploded from the center of the field, seemingly in response to Gresta's words.

The broken rocks turned into bullets and splashed, crackling and driving the flying magisters in all directions. Looking towards the center through the dust dispersed by the strong wind, Rachel, who was standing in a special posture, was completely unscathed. hurt.

"That is the unique characteristic of Qi warriors - counter-shattering. Infusing the whole body with [Qi] to form a posture that absorbs impacts. Although it can only be maintained for a short time, if it is attacked, it can counterattack with extremely powerful Defeat the opponent."

"It's a pity that the opponent didn't time the magic attack well and hit the iron plate~"

Whoosh—bang!

After the anti-crushing was activated, Rachel immediately rushed into the air to avoid the gravel figure, and then struck her palm diagonally downwards. You could hear the roar of the air being compressed, and a crater was created in the ground.

With the help of this huge impact, Rachel's figure jumped suddenly, twisting her waist with explosive power like a cheetah, and volleyed a whip kick at her opponent.

【The winner has been decided! 】

boom!

At the same time that the result of the battle appeared on the big screen, a figure was shot from mid-air to the ground like a cannonball and slammed down.

[Winner: Blue Side—Rachel Slaughter Red Moon]

Looking towards the stage again, the male mage Sislok, who was embedded in the ground in a large font, had completely lost consciousness.

"So this battle can tell you something - as an elegant witch, you must learn 'flying' well, seize this huge advantage, and don't be caught by the melee gorilla...otherwise it will be very miserable. ~" Gresta raised her fingers beside her face and warned her students with a smile.

"okokokok!"

Looking at the poor ghost who only took one volley whip and lay on the ground with no breath left, Isabella nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, for fear that she would also be kicked. It can't be pulled out even if it goes into the ground.

Chapter 46 A friend from long ago

After coming out of the arena, Isabella was following behind Gresta, grabbing a strange-smelling fish skewer that was bigger than her head, taking small bites.

Judging from the speed at which the girl eats, she probably won't be able to finish half of it in another hour.

But after all, it is a specialty snack of Orut City, and it tastes very good. It is sweet, spicy, salty, and has a slightly bitter feeling from the burnt parts. It can be said that it has all five flavors.

"Are you going back?"

I have been here since the morning, and now I see that the sun is about to set. Spending most of her time in the bath, flying and shopping made Isabella feel like she was relaxing all day today.

Look at the kebabs in your hands... isn't this a complete day of fun? !

Obviously there wasn't much time.

"Yeah, we've almost had fun~" Gresta stretched herself hard, and the satin-smooth witch robe tightly outlined her proud figure, and then came the words from her mouth The low hum also attracted passers-by’s secret glances.

It turns out that we really just came here to have fun!

Staring at Gresta's back, Isabella put down the kebab in her hand and was about to complain about something, but Gresta suddenly turned back and smiled:

"It's been a long time since I've walked around the city like this. It's great to have you with me. Thank you, little Isa~"

"..."

For some reason, although Gresta had always been smiling like this, making it impossible to see through her inner thoughts, Isabella suddenly felt that she was smiling from the bottom of her heart.

It's like... a person who has been hiding alone in a corner for a long time is suddenly found, surrounded by friends.

[I haven’t been to the city for a while...about thirty years, right? 】

Isabella was suddenly startled when she remembered what Gresta had said before.

Just when the girl was stunned, Gresta had already reached out for the broom, sat on it, and started to beckon her to come up.

"Huh? What are you doing standing still? Are you tired? You can sleep in my arms. I will fly more steadily~"

"No....!"

Isabella shook her head quickly and sat in Gresta's arms.

The uneaten extra-large skewers and other items purchased by the group were tied and hung on the broom head. In the fiery red light of dusk, they flew towards the ultramarine forest.

The breeze blows on my face, bringing the fresh scent of earth and grass, as if they are baked together by the fiery red light, exuding warmth from my chest. Isabella looked up at Gresta's side face, which was now focused on flying, and couldn't help but think - if thirty years was just "a period of time" to her, she would be separated from Leticia for one hundred and twenty years. Even if we haven't seen each other for years, it can't be called "a long time"...

When she thanked herself with a smile today, she said, "I haven't been to the city like this for a long time."

....How long is it?

"What's wrong, is there something on my face?" As if aware of the girl's motionless gaze, Gresta lowered her eyelids and looked at Isabella.

"teacher...."

"Um?"

"You just said [long time]... how long did it take?" Isabella finally couldn't help but ask.

The smile on Gresta's face froze, but it only recovered for a moment, and she cast her sights towards the distant sky.

There was silence for a moment at the junction with the canopy.

She smiled and said: "The so-called long time means... it has been so long that I almost forgot her appearance and only remembered her name."

"....she?"

"'She' is my friend." There was a mist of memory in Gresta's eyes. At this moment, she seemed to have remembered something that could make her happy. The gently raised corners of her mouth finally lost all the cynicism and Frivolous and breathtakingly poignant.

The witch who once destroyed 90% of the entire Durunoi continent and caused the destruction of hundreds of millions of lives would use the word "friend" to call a person. It is already true and can make those who know her open their eyes. It's impossible to say it directly.

One only needs to compare the reaction of the two people at the traffic control center after knowing Gresta's identity, and the fact that Adegokri no longer even sells the style of the flying medium she rides on, one can deduce that she His reputation has spread far and wide in this continent.

It's basically to the point where everyone is afraid of her and wants to hide away or kill her directly.

But when Isabella got along with her, she didn't feel any obvious malice or the feeling of being a bad person. Most of the time, she just felt that this powerful witch teacher had a bad personality.

As Gresta tells it, Isabella gradually understands her past.

That was when Gresta was young, and by that time she had become a very powerful witch.

One day, she met an elf girl.

"I was less than thirty years old at the time, but although she looked like a girl much younger than me, she was already over seventy years old, hahaha!"

At that time, Gresta was young and energetic, with a very independent and strong personality. She was enthusiastic about everything she did, and she would even try what she wanted to do when she was hot-headed.

"I was practicing magic in the forest, a very powerful one, and then you know what? When that guy appeared in front of me with his head blown into a chicken nest, I almost laughed and passed away!"

"Can you please stop enlarging the area of ​​​​attack magic at the door of other people's homes?" The elf girl's expression was sad at that time, and her tone was even more weak. She looked like a doormat, so such a warning did not matter to Gresta. A bit of a deterrent.