Became the Academy Romantic Phantom Thief

growth

In the end, the protagonist and the main character faced off against each other.

There were no hopeful developments such as a sudden natural disaster or a Dalian subject teacher going on a business trip to take an alternative class.

Layrad, who was standing opposite me, spoke while touching the hilt of his sword.

“Come with power.”

“I think so.”

At first, I couldn’t choose the option to look after my skills.

If you don’t do your best, you’ll get a mark, so it was obvious that he’d go crazy.

In the end, I had no choice but to fight with all my heart, and whether I win or lose, there seemed to be nothing good about me.

I can’t help it.

As the Goddess said, let’s take this as an opportunity to test my skills.

It is true that magic has become much stronger while absorbing power. You may win more easily than you think.

“Are you both ready?”

“yes.”

“yes.”

“Then it starts.”

Beep!

The match started to the sound of the teacher’s whistle.

First, the exploration. Unlike the last time, the main character is also looking at the opportunity quite carefully.

Then I have no choice but to throw the first ball. Fireball, one of the basic magic, was thrown at the opponent. Rather than a trump card, it is a light check to check how the opponent responds.

“yes?”

what. Why is the fireball so big and fast?

“Ugh…!”

Perhaps the same was true of the main character, who was embarrassed by the magic with his enlarged eyes, but he managed to avoid it by kicking the ground.

“Oh.”

Even the teacher, who had always silently watched the referee, gave a small exclamation.

No, I know you’ve gotten stronger, but you’ve become this strong?

Compared to me just a few days ago, I have grown a lot.

[Fufu. So you didn’t tell me.]

‘I didn’t know it would be like this…’

should i like this Now, the eyes of all the students in the class are focused on the unexpected?

“Also.”

hey. what is it anyway

it’s an illusion Because last time, I really did my best.

With only a few misunderstandings deepening, this time, Layered rushed to me in the opposite direction.

It was obviously just a wooden sword, but it felt like the blade was shining with a cool breeze.

Now that I think about it, it’s a magic showdown, isn’t it a foul to use a sword?

spatula.

He hurriedly backed away from the menacing slash.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand forward and cast a spell.

Three sharp wind blades flew towards the enemy at the same time.

Ting! Ting!

Two of them were struck with a sword, but the other one was allowed and was layered.

The blade that brushed over his shoulder ripped the school uniform slightly as it was, leaving a scratch.

The first valid hit.

“Are you going to finish here?”

“no. I will continue.”

“i get it. to proceed.”

for a moment. Why don’t you ask for my opinion?

The two of them chatted and the match continued.

“Suck.”

The main character is breathing in and refining the breathing method.

I could feel his magic vibrating.

From now on it was real.

swish!

A movement that cannot be compared to before.

Intuitively realizing that it was unavoidable, he came up with a different countermeasure.

Shhh! It allows the blade to strike so quickly that it cannot be seen.

No, I pretended to allow it and tried to distract the opponent.

I moved the position behind the main character with my afterimage that slowly disappeared and swung the rope.

“It doesn’t work. Because I did it last time.”

“…that’s great.”

But I remember that it was the same thing that didn’t work last time.

Layered speaks as if he will not repeat the mistakes of that time.

But I wouldn’t have expected this.

The rope, thought to have been blocked by the main character’s sword, squirmed on his own and stormed the opponent’s back.

“What!?”

A whip that wraps around the opponent’s neck and presses them.

This battle is probably my victory.

“Ugh…!”

The main character suffering from the pressure of the rope strangling his neck.

He looked at me with fearful eyes, then dropped the sword on the floor and began to rip the rope with both hands.

···what. is that right?

There’s no way the rope can be torn so easily.

I stared blankly at the shocking scene in awe.

To be honest, I was intoxicated with growth, and from the middle of Dalian, I was proud that I would win unconditionally. However, the deceitful talent of the main character corrected my arrogance.

Finally, Layered tore off the rope and freed himself from suppression.

At this point, I can’t help but admit victory or defeat.

“surrender. I lost.”

“Well. The fight is over. The winner is layered.”

“···What are you talking about. The battle is not over yet!”

The main character raises an objection with a sharp voice, probably because the neck was tighter than expected.

“Layers. Accept victory or defeat.”

It’s kind of weird to say something to a winner, but the teacher stopped layering.

“However···!”

“I surrendered under the judgment that my opponent could not win. Do you think ignoring the opinions of such opponents is a good match-up posture?”

“·················ogue.”

That’s right! I am not an educator for nothing.

Layrad, whether he was convinced by the teacher’s words, quietly obeyed without saying anything.

When the match was over and I went back to my seat, I could feel the children’s eyes focused on this side.

“Oh shit. Are you hitting a little bit?”

“What are you talking about. Anyone who sees it will know that I have won.”

“but. Who would have known that the choke would unravel? That swordsman is abnormal.”

This time, I agree with Rachel.

Still, I lost with all my might, so the layering must have been satisfactory, right?

The last one is a bit annoying, but it’s probably ok.

Afraid to think, I found a layered approach that was joking around this way.

Her expression looks dark, but it must be her mood.

I reached out my hand first and said.

“It was a good fight. It’s still not easy. Next time for sure…”

“You have won.”

“···uh?”

Why are you doing this again today?

Didn’t you hear what the teacher said earlier?

“Why did you just watch at the end?”

“that···.”

It was because I was astonished at what you were doing.

I never imagined that I would rip the rope off there with my bare hands.

“At that time, I threw my sword to the ground in order to somehow release the suppression.”

“therefore?”

“So this is my defeat. If you attacked then, I would not have been able to respond.”

What kind of dog logic is that?

Why do you keep failing to focus on the facts and fall into the IF and assume what-if situation?

Losing if I attacked? But you didn’t attack, so you won.

Or is it like that? ‘It is the swordsman’s shame to let go of the sword.’ is it like this

“hey. Don’t be shy, just admit it.”

Rachel, who couldn’t see from the other side, interrupted the conversation.

Although her words were a bit harsh, there was no more reliable supporter than her now.

“If you hit it, please admit it cleanly.”

“there···. Rachel?”

“Oh, you can’t. If you hit and win…? Anyway.”

I just said cancel. Also, this guy doesn’t help at all.

Of course, it is a cliché that would make such an expression when considering the circumstances! Why do you naturally conclude that the main character is defeated?

Despite Rachel’s intervention, the layered eyes are full of dissatisfaction.

“Stick again next time.”

“···In addition?”

“Originally, the showdown is three or three.”

Well. That being said, I’ve already lost twice.

Even if it’s the third edition, it’s already over.

Then he walks away leaving only his own words to say.

[That kid also has a very strange corner.]

‘Iknow, right···.’

I knew from watching the original that I had a strong desire to win.

He was more insane than I thought.

Contrary to my wishes, the affair with the main character did not seem to be easily separated.

***

How do I finish my academy class?

It was night again, and Raven’s turn came.

As I took a day off yesterday, I have to work harder today.

So what are you going to do today?

“welcome. Mr. Phantom.”

“yes. witch Mr. It’s been a long time.”

First, we decided to dispose of the stolen paintings.

A witch’s shop that I’m quite familiar with now.

Can’t you just classify me as a regular?

“Fufu. You did it brilliantly again.”

“It’s all thanks to Mr. Witch.”

Although it was polite, it wasn’t wrong at all.

In fact, thanks to her, I was able to visit the copycat’s basement and get a fake painting.

“Oh. Then, in return, a kiss of thanks…”

“I’ll give it to you.”

“Shit.”

Why are you sticking your tongue out there?

“So what’s going on today?”

“I’m here to sell this.”

I showed the picture I stole.

“A few days ago, you said you were going to buy a replica of this painting, but today you are selling the real thing.”

“haha. That’s what a phantom thief is.”

“like. Good things like this aren’t easy to find.”

The witch readily accepted the deal and paid for it.

Of course, the only rule of this store, ‘the price is at the witch’s discretion’, is applied.

“Anything else you need?”

“Then do you have a shovel and a flowerpot?”

“Oh. Do you want to do some bonsai?”

“Because I have something to write about.”

The witch’s shop has everything except the ones that aren’t there.

Ordinary shovels and flowerpots were also included in that category.

After paying the balance, just before I left the store, the witch asked me.

“What are you stealing today? Mr. Phantom?”

“Unfortunately, I have a different schedule today. I have to pay back the overdue credit.”

Now it was time to grant the copycat’s favor.