The Deadly Sins Sorcerer of Magic Academy
Mahou Gakuen no Taizai Majutsushi
Arc 2 Martial Arts Festival
Martial Arts Festival Selection Tournament
The Martial Arts Festival Selection Tournament at the Lapis lazuli Royal Magic Academy was held in a large stadium.
The seating capacity was large enough to accommodate more than 1,000 people, and the central stadium was protected by a magic barrier to prevent damage to the surrounding area.
Then, on the day of the selection tournament.
All participating students would be competing for two seats in each grade────therefore, any classmate who stepped foot in this stadium was an enemy. So, the stadium was filled with a tense atmosphere.
[Now, here we are! The Martial Arts Festival Selection Tournament!──── and the live feed will be brought to you by me of the third grade, Franya!]
[[[[[WHOAAAAAAA!!!!!]]]]]
A girl with bright light blue hair raised her voice in a high pitch from a seat specially set up above the audience.
Along with her speech, an overflowing cheer rose up from the audience.
[All the participants of the four grades! Each one of them will be competing against the other to see who will be the best at the martial arts festival! Everyone, Let’s cheer them on~!]
……Really, Franya’s tension was high.
Well, maybe she couldn’t be a live commentator if she wasn’t.
[And this time, we’ve invited the principal of our Lapis Lazuli Royal Magic Academy────Mrs. Musée, to commentate!]
[Mm, a pleasure of mineth f’r being h’re.]
And sitting next to her was a girl with light pink hair. Her figure was somewhat adorable as she sat there in the commentary seat.
[I knew it, a brave has a different atmosphere.]
[As expected~ I’m so glad I got to see her in person!]
[Musée-tan…… haaaa, haaaa …….] (TLN: Moshi-moshi FBI desuka?)
Such voices were heard from the audience.
Among them, some of the students were breathing roughly, but just let them go.
[Then, let me explain the rules of this year’s selection tournament.]
Returning to the topic at hand, the live commentator, Franya, spoke up.
[The rules are quite simple. The participants will be divided into two groups in each grade, then a group of you will fight in this stadium all at once! The only conditions for defeat are loss of combat, being out of the field, or surrender! It doesn’t matter which technique you use! And only the student who survives to the end will get────a seat representing our academy!]
A pure battle royale match.
Perhaps this was because it would take too much time if it took the form of a tournament or some other format.
Still, it was a bizarre situation────in which all those present were enemies.
……Indeed, this was going to require not only ability, but also scheming and luck.
[Let’s get started! First, there are────178 new students in the first grade who have come to bloom this year! Let’s have the first battle royale group!]
♦♦♦
“Yes, yess…… Why the hell am I at this very first match? It’d be better to start later…….”
“Don’t worry about it, Julis! I’m happy to have you in the first match!”
Ricardo, smiling boldly and happily, turned his shoulder to Julis, who exhaled a sigh in the waiting room.
“Good for you, good to know you’re happy, Ricardo…… I’m more of a do it later than a do it early kind of person.”
By the way, Julis was saying this, but there was practically no deep reason for it.
It’s just that later is better.
“Don’t say that, let’s get going, Julis! Let’s have a serious, all-out muscle fight!”
“……What does muscle have to do with it?”
The students in the same waiting room were glaring at them.
Nevertheless, Ricardo and Julis were going to battle for a seat in the first group.
The first match, was the first group of the first grade.
Julis Anderberg
Ricardo Rakistan
Into a battlefield.
♦♦♦
Following the instructions, Julis and Ricardo strode up to the stadium.
Each spread out as they pleased, and when they looked up, they saw that students of all grades were watching Julis and the participants.
And then────
[Hey, isn’t that guy that “inept”?]
[Aah…… he is that inept who can’t even use magic, right? I can’t help wondering why he’s in the S class.]
[Really. I’m sure he used some kind of backdoor. Otherwise, I would have gotten into the S class.]
Julis was, he was ridiculed as soon as he appeared on the stage.
In a low voice, yet with a sneer, to humiliate him.
(Whoa…… I feel like I haven’t been called inept in a long time……)
But then again, maybe Julis’ sensibility had gone awry, because he felt nostalgic over it.
(……Well, just until today.)
Smiling thinly, Julis waited for the signal to begin.
(In the midst of all this attention, I’m going to use my overwhelming power to overpower them────that way, my nickname of “inept” will disappear.)
“Inept” was a generic term given to Julis who couldn’t use magic. A sign of contempt.
Still, since coming to this academy, he had met various friends and had made a bit of an impression.
But it’s not enough.
(If I aim to stand next to Cecilia, I have to erase this stigma…….)
A useless person is unforgivable standing next to a saintess.
That’s why────
(The era of being strong because you can use magic────is over.)
“We will now begin the selection match for the first group of the first grade!”
At the edge of the stadium, the commentator using a magical broadcasting tool declared.
“Woaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
“It’s me who’s going to win!”
Spirited voices could be heard from the surroundings.
Magic flew, swords clashed, shouting and sounds of impact could be heard.
In the midst of it all, amidst the gathering of magicians…… the deadly sins sorcerer smiled irreverently.
“Those who believed they could win, those who were proud of their ability to climb to great heights, this very deadly sins sorcerer will shatter your pride.”
Julis put his left hand on his hip and thrust his right hand forward.
“Get out of here, you shameless inept!”
“You’re not wanted here!”
The students who taunted him as “inept” charged toward Julis.
“Let’s have a match, Julis!!!”
And Ricard, without even looking at the other students, rushed toward Julis at once.
His expression was joyful, and he held up the great sword he carried on his back with both hands, pointing the tip at Julis.
“To think you can beat me…… that’ s a bit arrogant, don’t you think?”
But Julis was undaunted.
And did not even take a stance.
He simply just snapped his right hand’s fingers.
From behind him, a four-footed beast with ferocious fangs and a mane emerged.
It was a lion covered in ominous black.
“The demonic beast of Pride──── whose power is the gravity to bring its opponents to their knees.”
────At that very moment, all those in the arena were face down on the ground.
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