Even though I ended my fight with Maryse with a victory, I was still feeling indigestion.
And then.
"You're doing something very interesting. Why don't you join me?
I thought I heard a voice, and then a man came on stage.
"Mr. Desmond! I can't help you! You're just here to watch, aren't you?
Seeing this, the examiner who was acting as a judge seemed to be in a panic.
The man called Desmond was an old man, about sixty to seventy years old.
He has gray hair and a nice beard.
But I had other things on my mind.
Is he strong?
At first glance he looks like an old man, but I can tell.
Muscles of steel underneath his clothes.
If I attacked him now, he'd probably avoid me.
Come on. I'm bored out of my mind. Count me in.
Desmond cracked his knuckles.
"If you can beat me, I'll let you pass the other exams, even if you get a zero. I don't think that's going to happen.
"No, thanks.
What? Are you trying to run away from me because you're afraid of me?
You don't have to tell me that. I'll pass.
"I'll pass without you telling me," he said, half as a challenge, but Desmond smiled and said, "I'll pass without you telling me.
Desmond smirked and said, "Hahaha! You're a pretty funny kid, aren't you?
"You're a funny kid!
"You! Are you planning to fight Desmond-sama?
To the examiner's question.
"Yes.
I answered immediately.
Then the examiner gets even more flustered.
Do you know who Master Desmond is? I know you're strong enough. Now, get out of here before you get hurt!
I'll be fine.
I'll be fine." I pushed past the examiner and stepped in front of Desmond.
I don't know who this guy is, by the way.
But it's enough to know that he's strong.
"Kuhk. You're a funny kid. I use a wooden sword, you can use a serious one. Or is it all about the magic?
Desmond holds up the wooden sword.
No. If I do that, you might get hurt.
"Huh? That's a very interesting thing to say.
I'm a little out of my depth.
My blood is boiling.
I want to fight as hard as I can.
"Well, let's fight them equally. "Well, let's fight as well as we can. It's not like we're giving ourselves a handicap for nothing. Hey, get me another wooden sword! And ......, get off the stage, girl. You look strong, but you're not strong enough.
"Yes, .......
Marise, looking frustrated, rushed off the stage.
Desmond called out, and out of nowhere one of the examiners brought out a wooden sword.
I'm ready, I'm ready. I can't use magic, but you can.
Desmond tapped him on the shoulder with his wooden sword, looking smug.
At first glance, his stance seems to be that of a man with nothing to lose.
But it was obvious that he would receive a painful counterattack if he rushed in carelessly.
Interesting. Let's dare to fight in the opponent's field.
Let's go!
I took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, I had reduced the distance between me and Desmond to zero.
Then, without pausing, I swung my sword at Desmond's brain.
"Hmph ......, you're still young.
For a moment, Desmond let out a smile.
Desmond sidestepped the wooden sword.
His aim was to evade my attack and then counter.
If I take it without any defensive magic, he might take a bone or two with him.
So I activate my Quick Move here.
It's ......!
As if in response to my suddenly quickened movements, Desmond turned his wooden sword into a defensive sidearm.
Click!
The two swords clashed and a sparring match ensued.
What do you mean? What do you mean? You seem to be getting faster all of a sudden.
Oh, it's just elementary magic.
Magic? What kind of magic is that? You're no slouch.