Volume 1, Chapter 2 Part 2

The enrollment of Kamishiro Homura, had became well-known to all the students the morning of the next day.

{O, oi, have you heard!? The talk that that is enrolling into this academy!?}

{Incomprehensible. Why did that traitor become a student… Just what is the board chairman thinking.}

{Even though we already got the short straw just because we can use sorcery…! Will we get killed, if we irritate his feelings even just for a little?}

Scary. No way. I want to run.

Everywhere in the academy, the pale students raised their voices as if screaming.

It was not unreasonable. The other party was the unknown .

A man that could blow away their life even easier than blowing away a candle light if he felt like it.

That kind of threat was moving around freely right beside them.

It was like being in the same cage as a lion.

They shuddered in fear. It was only a normal reaction.

People like Sumika and Chikori, that could perceive Homura’s existence with a positive feeling were the abnormal ones.

And then, a new information was brought to the students.

It was about what was going to happen after this, the story about Sumika and Chikori’s mock battle.

{The is pleased with the lowest ranking of all year Ichinotani, he said that he is going to make her even stronger than Hoshikawa in one day.}

{Furthermore it seems that if she lost he is going to obediently become Hoshikawa’s subordinate.}

{Really!? But even if he is that , making that Chikori-chan stronger than that Sumika-san in one day, that’s impossible…}

The information spread in the blink of an eye. Whispers were exchanged.

It was the opposite of the fear towards , the manifestation of interest towards an existence that far transcended their own common sense.

Perhaps because of that.

At the training field the morning of that day, a great number of onlookers were rushing there even though they were not invited.

The ring for mock battle use installed at the training field―

No matter how wounded someone became inside the ring, if they went out from the ring even for just a step the wound would be all gone. Standing on top of the ring where a special magic barrier that made [reality] into [dream] and [dream] into [reality] was applied, Sumika who was waiting for the arrival of Homura and Chikori looked at the onlookers and sighed deeply.

(…Really. Even though usually they won’t even step into the training field as long as there was no class.)

She felt like a spectacle. Honestly it was not a good feeling.

(Well, though I don’t have the plan of chasing them away because of that.)

Suddenly, at that time there was a stir from the onlookers.

{ and Ichinotani came!}

{That’s the traitor of the human race that sold his soul to evil god…}

{Somehow… his appearance is normal. Rather, he might be a little cool.}

Ignoring those commotions, Sumika pierced Homura who appeared in the match place with a prickling tone.

“So you came without running away.”

But Homura wasn’t moved at all and returned ridiculing words.

“There ain’t any reason to run away after all.”

“Then as promised, were you able to make Chikori-san stronger than me in one night?”

“That’s going to be proved after this right?”

Saying that, Homura lightly clapped Chikori’s back and pushed out the girl to the front.

Towards Chikori, Sumika asked a question.

“…Chikori-san. Now that I think back, I still haven’t asked Chikori-san’s feelings about this. Does Chikori-san intend to fight me, just like this man said?”

This was a trouble that was started from the quarrel between Homura and Sumika.

Chikori was just dragged into it.

That was why before the fight, Sumika had to confirm this.

Sumika asked from that way of thinking. On the other hand, Chikori was―

“…Ahaha. …At first, I didn’t intend to do this. I don’t want to fight or anything. Because, leader has always been my ally all along, you are my important friend. …However”

Without even being told by Homura, Chikori sent a challenging gaze to Sumika,

“Because you are an important friend like that, I want you to know my power right now. That’s why, we are fighting-!”

Chikori showed her own will.

“…Is that so? If you say that you came here with your own will, I will not hesitate too.”

In order to respond, Sumika put her hand at the tie of her uniform, and pulled it down.

It was the switch.

Instantly, the of the became particles of light and dissolved, changing its shape.’s>

A hat with a wide rim and two revolvers.

An extremely short skirt that stressed easy movement, and long boots.

It was the of style that imitated a cowgirl.

At the other side, Chikori also put her finger on her tie in response and she too changed her clothes into .

It was lightweight clothes that exposed her abdomen and legs.

But only her two arms were covered by heavily blunt shining gauntlets.

That was the girl’s of the style.

It was a pure blow weapon made from mythril that wasn’t attached with any extra sorcery mechanism.

Chikori opened and closed her arms twice, three times to ascertain the feel of the gauntlets, then she tensed her expression.

“Then, here I go. Master.”

After leaving those words with Homura, she went on top of the ring.

And then, she hit her gauntlets at each other in front of her chest *GANN!*

―At that moment, her recovered power was liberated.

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