The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

At the end of the admission ceremony, regular classes had begun at Adventurers School.

Peaceful school buildings.

The students, sleeved through a brand new uniform, sit quietly and listen to the knowledge of the instructor who wields the whip.

But that's superficial.

The new elementary students were twitching about something else.

I mean, gather the party personnel.

A month later, the field test begins with a party.

By then, we have to have a party of four to six.

Party activity accounts for a large proportion of grades.

The best way to achieve quick and good grades is to gather the strong.

That's why the battle begins with the top performers.

"Ya!!

Screaming at school after school.

The Lord of the Voice was Sarasa Vargard.

I wear a buttcake and the glasses I was wearing with that shock are uneven.

I called him back in a hurry and looked up.

It was the girls who looked up.

Back in the dusk sky, looking down at Sarasa.

The eyes looked dim somewhere and quietly angry.

A female student with a hairy habit at the head of the line says away, distorting her face.

"Where's Russell?!?

Sounds like a quinn to my ear.

Sarasa closed her eyes unexpectedly.

I opened my eyelids again, but I'm not going back to reality.

The three female students overlook Sarasa as immovable.

"And I don't know..."

"Lies!!

Girls students scream again.

I was excited to get my nose rough.

Eyes with open pupils have no focus.

"You're the woman who's always hooked on Russell, aren't you?

"Why don't you know?"

"Say it!

"You really... You just want to keep Russell to yourself, don't you?

A girl student with hairy habits brings her face closer.

His eyes are sharp and it's as if he's been glanced behind his brain.

Their purpose is obvious.

Put Russell in the party and be the top grader.

Finally, I want to make a man with an unusual face, like that angel, my own.

I was rounding out such a simple desire.

To bad end, they are not nobles.

I'm from the same civilian as Sarasa.

Therefore, even the aristocrats [villagers] Russell seems to be friendly.

Some of those from the civilian population professed [villagers] Russell.

But they had not been able to discover Russell Singh Stark.

Even if I put it up in the classroom at the end of class, it's gone at some point.

Having boiled their cause, they point their spears at Sarasa, who is close to Russell.

That was the backdrop so far.

"We're not demons either. If Russell joins our party, I'll let you in with me. Not a bad condition, is it? But if you could just tell me where you are."

Their entrance exam scores are not as bad as 17th, 38th and 72nd.

With Russell added there, the chief graduate wouldn't be a dream either.

Unlike nobles, for people of unconnected civilian origin, it's a title I want so much that my hands can get out of my throat.

That's all, because scouts come from big merchants' merchants' squadrons, knights, or high-ranking parties...

But Sarasa...

"I refuse!

"What the hell!!

"I cannot be like selling my friends!

Sarasa's pale green eyes glow.

Now the female students were frightened.

Seeing Sarasa strip out her hostility, take a step back.

He was a frightened female student for a moment, but eventually exhaled deeply.

Raise your mouth angle and laugh ugly.

"You. Am I mistaken?

"Huh?"

"You are. You think," Russell will definitely choose me, "don't you?

"Oh, that's..."

"You can't do that, bush!!

The female student spit.

"You're luggage. I'm sure Russell thinks so. Says!"

"You and Russell don't get along."

"All you have to do is sell it to the nobles and let them touch it with their big breasts for nothing!!

"I will not match Russell..."

Kerakera, the female student laughed.

And some pointed their fingers, and some held their bellies, and ridiculed them.

Crazy laughter and jealousy that make me crazy swirl around Sarasa.

Sarasa, one of them, finally opened her mouth.

"I know that."

"What?"

Girls students stop moving.

Sarasa stood up slowly.

"As much as I and Russell don't match each other..."

"That's right. What the... I know you do. Then..."

"So I want to be strong..."

"Huh? Say what?"

"I want to be as strong as Russell! I want to be strong enough that he won't be able to ignore it! I don't want to choose Russell, I want to be strong enough for Russell to choose me!!

"It's not like I don't know why."

A flat hand flew in.

Quite sharp.

They're pretty well trained.

The target looks like [Warrior (Warrior)].

But Sarasa hasn't shut up either.

Avoid attacking girls lightly.

[Futuristic] is not used.

Because the use of magic outside of class is against school rules.

I don't need to use it in the first place.

- This is an attack compared to Rachel-kun's special training...

Sarasa takes the hand of a girl student.

He circled straight into his back and twisted his arm up.

"Ouch! Ita tata tata tata tata tata!!

Girl students scream.

In a vibrant handiwork, the other two just stared.

Sarasa's eyes, on the other hand, add even more sharpness.

"You don't know why, you guys!

"What the hell!!

"We give our strength to the shelves and try to keep up with Russell's strength.... you guys are better off than Russell!!

"Shut up!!

The female student finally started the magic.

Expand [Warrior (Warrior)] 's [Strengthen Muscle].

In an instant, I swept my hands off.

Turn back to Sarasa.

Then [the warrior] pulled out his skinny sword.

"I can't match Russell."

"If you haven't heard me, I'll say it again and again. Not as uplifting as you are. Give me the weak-hearted girl, Russell...!"

I hate big, I think so!!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

Female students stick out their swords.

Fast.

A trained [warrior] spike.

Even if I had activated [Futuristic], I don't know if I could have avoided it.

The only thing Sarasa could do was look at the sword's orbit.

Slowly the thin sword tip was sucked into the girl's flank.

- Oh...... I won't let you. You can't, me. Still weak.

Sarasa's lid closes.

It was a moment.

Ballyn!!

Metal sounds.

Huh. Something mutilated the air on the side.

In a moment, make a noise with Vin, and the tip of the fine sword stabs a nearby tree.

I lifted my nearly closed eyelid.

Twilight sunset.

A shadow stretched greatly.

Sarasa's chest tightened cuddly when she saw the side in full of dusk light.

"Russell..."

I almost cry unexpectedly.

And the three female students also looked like they were about to cry in a different way.

"La, Russell..."

Even the actors of the theatre troupe who fascinate the world are lukewarm to see.

But the face instantly turned into fear.

Gah!!

At the next moment, a clap slapped into the face of a female student who had a fine sword.

An awesome shock blows a light girl away without difficulty.

Rotating cone-rubbed, he clashed straight against the magical silver wall.

"You! What the hell!

"How dare you!!

The other two take out their weapons.

Apparently, both [Blacksmith].

Start the magic and grant [sharpening] to the gripped blade.

I kicked the ground and stood up to the scorching Russell.

but -.

[Lightning strike]

Relentless lightning attribute magic pours down.

Soon, I dyed my surroundings blue and white.

A sharp sound chops Sarasa's inner ear.

The next time I checked, they were down on the ground.

It doesn't even move tingly, but he's conscious.

- Wow...

I was powerless in an instant.

Even though he was never weak.

"I knew...... You're strong, Russell."

Sarasa lost her mind, she was unconscious.