Kanna no Kanna

Celius, who is being played by my fist, is standing up with an angry face. Not just him. Against me who wielded "violence" twice on the magic wand, hostility to me is accumulating throughout the courtyard where the game is taking place.

"Puffy …………"

I took a deep breath.

This is not the case when you care about the gaze of the outfield.

The pillar that supports this world is flowing into me in a progressive way.

"Wow! Wow!"

Celias was shouting something or not reaching my ears. Are you cutting unnecessary information unconsciously?

"Wow!"

Cerias finally boiled down to his unresponsiveness, awakening the strongest wind ever.

Spirit No longer dwells on that staff. There is only the residue of the power she left. Nevertheless, the developed technique was powerful and proved that Celius was not an average surgeon.

Even if you witness it, I am not impatient.

── You should know how to use it.

The spirit reaches into my heart.

The important thing is not small logic.

An unwavering feeling and a strong will to make it a reality.

Slowly hold your hand over the curious.

Celius is on the verge of releasing a storm. If they are released, my body may be shattered.

But it is no longer a threat.

Because the wind is no longer my enemy.

The wind "reason" is with me.

With a determined will, he communicated his wishes to the Spirit of the Wind.

"Blowing down"

The wind gently blew around me.

Immediately, the environment surrounding this place changed dramatically.

The situation has not changed from a glance. Celius is on the verge of releasing magic, while I\'ve exposed my defenses, just pointing my hand at Celias. To the invitees, it looks like I\'m giving up and just standing.

"What is this ...?!"

Celius first noticed the change. At first she looked suspicious, but it quickly turned into a startling face.

Until a few seconds ago, the wind was under the control of Celius. The raging wind is still swirling right above him.

I took that wind.

If you suddenly lose control of the "" that was at your fingertips, you might be surprised. Celias hurriedly put magic on the wand to regain control of the storm, but only a slight breeze blew in hand.

Did the invited guests finally notice something unusual about Serias\' desperate appearance? Uneasy noise spreads.

Finally, Celias, who realizes that the source of the catastrophe is me, glares at me, but she can\'t help her anymore.

"Sei-ya!"

I pulled out a storm swirling above Cerias\' head, like fishing a single fish. The wind that had gathered near him sprayed away, and instead a storm of the same magnitude gathered near me.

Seriously, Celius looked at her, but she seemed to have restarted her thoughts and sent her magical power to the wand as if panicked. But until then, the wand, which had strong control over the wind, could only produce a small amount of power.

That magic wand is for using the magic to follow the spirit.

To be precise, it has the role of transmitting its will to the spirit through magic.

Magic and spirit follow the stronger will. If Celius beats me, the spirit will follow you.

Guts After all, me and Celius are different.

"Well, be prepared to be sideways."

Spiritism requires the power of will and imagination.

There\'s no need for delicate logic.

Just strong, earnestly, make your wish a reality!

"Blow off, this stupid prince is awesome!"

I let go of the "storm" to relieve the accumulated indignation.

Gouging the ground on a straight line, the wind that literally penetrates the sky approaches the cerias, whose face turns pale. Immediately trying to set up a wind barrier, but with scorched stones and water. It cannot be prevented at that level.

考 え Thinking there and notice the grouper.

Originally, it was a "storm" that Cerias was trying to hit me, and it was such a thing that if it hit, it would blow off the human body.

And I seized it and fired it right now for Celius.

Celius ──Is this going to die if I hit it directly?

"Blow off" shouted, but it would be a big problem if you actually blow it off to the fine dust. After all, it\'s the prince of this country.

The so-called later festival, the storm has already left my hands, and the survival of Celius is hopeless.

He has a slight sense of "just done".

"Hmm?"

The next moment I uttered my voice, a storm burst.

The impact of the released wind pressure caused the earth and sand near the point of impact to roll up gorgeously, covering the view.

All of the invited guests have lost their words.

At first, the friendly game, in which Celius should have been the dominant player, suddenly changed its position, and I, a human race, showed overwhelming power. In addition, the prince\'s safety is unknown. Confusion will also be at its peak.

Even that Forthlyn had opened his eyes and lost words.

For me, for example.

He spoke to a person in front of him, still in sight.

"... I don\'t want to just say you"

The voice returned is the voice of a woman.

VOICE I remembered the reliance on me and spoke to the spirits of the wind, tied up the smoke that was rising.

Costumes The first woman to appear is a beautiful woman.

── Real stood with his palms hit.

It\'s obvious what happened.

Real interrupted the storm just before it landed on Cerias, and slammed his hand into the approaching storm.

Starting from the place where Real was standing, there were severely scorched traces on the ground on both sides of Real and Celias, but the real Real and Celias were intact.

Behind Real, Celias stoops down. I was just stunned, staring at Real\'s sudden appearance.

"What kind of strength are you doing, such as picking up that shock with a single hand?" "In the event that the game started, I was strengthening my body.

Just where (in your gaze) did you order (although in your gaze) just before the match with "Smash"? When I pointed it out, it seemed shaky, so I just scratched my head with a sigh.

In any case, it prevented the non-joking crime of "killing the royal family." You should be grateful here.

"That\'s what I thought ..." "Oh, you know."

I gathered the wind at my fingertips. Real was surprised by the fact that she saw it, and then sighed, which made it hard to judge, admire, or judge.

Real has previously been on the scene where I got the "freezing reason". Perhaps even though I couldn\'t see the great spirit, I could imagine what had happened to me.

"At all ... you always go up diagonally," "Is it praising?"

With that said, Real was laughing small.

It seems to have met my expectations. I laughed and raised my thumb.