Okay, for our next guest, let me invite Lazard san.
“Well, a real battlefield of course. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve been blown away by magic, and after witnessing it many times it become natural?”
Thank you very much.
“I think it’s clear that today I have time to spare. Would you like to try it?”
“Ouh, that sounds great. Please do!”
“I’ll do it”, says Silva with motivation, and “Are you serious?”, Crook is pulling his face.
“Of course, Crook. Isn’t such an opportunity rare?”
“Another thing, Silva, no armour allowed.”
“That much is obvious. It’s not much practice when you protect yourself. Masaru, feel free to hit me.”
“Leave it to me.”
It’s painful to hurt a friend, but this is also practice.
“Uhm, Lazard san. As for us two, we will only start the practice after the festival has ended, right?”
“Both of you has nothing better to do so it’s no problem. Feel free to join as well.”
“Now, onwards to the training ground! There is nothing to worry about. At the beginning, I will make sure not to hit you. Then, I will do it thoroughly to make sure you remain unscathed.”
“Y, you’re right.”
While the two of them are spectating, I test my Air Hammer to the rock nearby and shattered its surface.
Oops, I forgot to adjust my output. This is a full-blown attack in one strike, impossible to recover with. I need to weaken it to become more suitable for a person, weaken it.
*Bam* The Air Hammer hit the boulder, and the boulder, which should be hard, was destroyed and scraped. Me as I’m right now is quite powerful. “Hey, will we really be okay!?”