103 – Blister
After the first class, I was deeply shocked.
Of course I expected that it wouldn’t be easy, but I never thought it would be this far.
Still, I thought it would be easy to rank in the middle ranks, no matter how bad my magic skills were.
However, theory and practice were completely different.
I can’t believe it. Wasn’t what I’ve been using magic all this time?
“Oh, that is really, really difficult!”
As soon as it’s time for a break, Rachel throws a lot of tantrums next to her. It seems that she, too, has failed quite a bit since her first subject.
Wait a minute. Could it be that if you keep going like this, you won’t get better grades than Rachel?
That’s absolutely not the case. I couldn’t help but tremble with fear just imagining the future that would unfold afterwards.
Something is strange. Still, when we all studied together, we followed along to a certain extent, but you can’t fail like this in the exam.
I can’t help it. I have no choice but to write the last secret.
‘Goddess.’
[Hmm. I don’t care. Are you really going to be okay?]
The Goddess has stabbed exactly where it hurts with her calm tone of voice.
[Isn’t the reason why you studied so hard to improve your magic skills? Getting good grades by using tricks doesn’t mean your magic skills go up.]
‘·······.’
I had nothing to refute. Because everything the goddess said was true.
What will I do if I get good grades? It’s not like I’m going to graduate later and become an enforcer.
The only reason why I was studying for the exam this time was to fill the theoretical knowledge that I lacked, as the goddess said. In fact, right now I’m relying too much on magic.
Even if I raise the score by cheating, the theory does not remain in my head. Rather, the motivation to study hard will weaken, and it will only have a worse impact.
In that case, it might be better to ruin this exam coolly and use it as shock therapy to properly prepare for the next final exam.
That said, I have no intention of giving up just yet. I just finished the first subject of the first day.
Even if the ‘understanding of magic’ you just took is the most basic discipline that is the root of the first year class, it is only one subject in terms of grades.
In other words, I still have a lot of bullets left. It would be a much more productive approach to cleanly forget the past and prepare for the next subject.
Amidst the buzz of the class about the test they had just taken, I decided to review my notes for the next subject.
“Hey. Did you do well on the test?”
“I have to study now.”
“Eolssigu. What do you think will change if you come and see it like that?”
“It’s better than not seeing it at all.”
Rachel clicked her tongue and grumbled a little when I didn’t go along with her.
But this is the correct answer. Aren’t Sharon and Yulia, the honor students in our class, sitting in the same seats and preparing for the next exam?
The break time was over and the second period came. A blunt-looking teacher came into the class and gave banal warnings.
This subject was ‘Basics of Battle Magic’.
It was also the field I was most confident in right now. My magic wasn’t helpful in battle, so the most common type of basic magic was combat magic.
‘I have to make up for it here…’
In order to recover the points I forgot in the previous first period, I had to get good grades in this subject.
Whoa. What makes you more nervous than when you rob a palace?
As expected, I don’t think I’ll be able to endure the life of studying magic all my life because I’m affiliated with the Mage’s Tower. Even in the Magic Tower, there are periodic evaluation tests, so that means you have to take the test for the rest of your life.
Anyway, after receiving the test papers, I immediately started solving the problems. In the previous period, I was in trouble due to the wrong distribution of time, so there was no time to relax.
‘Oh…!’
The first problem was what was written in the note I just looked at.
Besides, it wasn’t a calculation problem, so I was able to check the answer without the slightest hesitation.
Good. The start is very satisfying.
Please, let’s just go on like this. It goes down without a hitch.
A fairly good flow continued. There were some confusing problems, but it couldn’t be better than this because the answer came to my mind at the same time as reading the problem.
However, it was not easy. As I approached the end of the first page, I felt that the difficulty level jumped up. Slowly my pen stayed in one place for a long time without being able to go down.
But it’s still okay. It’s a bit confusing, but I’ve managed to distribute my time well. I had time to think deeply about the answer while slowly thinking about it.
The problem started when I moved to the back side.
Once again, the obstacle in my way was none other than calculation.
Memorization can be memorized and crammed, but this calculation was not usually difficult as it was necessary to fully understand the formula and apply it to each magic.
No, are you saying people all calculate like this when they use magic?
Are wizards something only geniuses can do?
But I don’t do it like this.
I thought for a moment about what I do when I use magic.
First of all, I do not calculate by putting in numbers with all kinds of formulas floating in my head like in this problem.
What else can I say? It is close to the feeling of realizing it as an image.
Or should I say that it is split into pieces and put together like a puzzle?
Of course, it should be much more accurate if you calculate hard with numbers like the problem in this test paper. But in real life, wouldn’t that reduce your ability to be quick and effective?
With his head wrapped around his head, he groaned and worked hard to solve the problem. From the back side, the speed has noticeably slowed down, and the leisurely time has suddenly decreased in an instant.
Still, this time I somehow succeeded in solving all the problems on time. Whether the answer you find is right or wrong is another question.
“Ahhh…”
I was drained of energy, and I fell limp on the desk.
It was shocking that there was still one more test left.
Even I have to endure this schedule for the next week. Of course, the last day is not theory, but practice.
My head shouted that I should prepare for the next exam, but my body refused to obey the brain’s command and declared a strike.
“I am hungry. Hey. Let’s go to the canteen.”
Rachel forced me to stand up.
Does this guy still want to go to the store on a day like today?
“After the next test, it’s lunch time.”
“Who doesn’t know that? I can’t stand it until then, so I’m going to go.”
“Ugh. Okay. Let’s go.”
I don’t think I’ll be able to study even if I sit down anyway, so I decided to stop by the canteen to change my mood.
I’m not particularly hungry, but I’ll go get a drink or something.
Yuliana Sharon won’t follow her just because she studies, right?
The moment I got up thinking that we should go alone, just the two of us.
I don’t know how Yulia came to us first.
“Where are you two going?”
“Canteen. Are you going with me?”
“Yes!”
Unexpectedly, Yulia joined.
And then, naturally, Sharon followed suit.
A fantastic 4-member group that happened to be re-formed. After the weekend, Yulia, who had returned to her original self, led her lively atmosphere.
“How is the exam, everyone? How is it?”
“Good enough.”
Unlike Sharon, who answered calmly, the two of us didn’t look so good.
“Looks like a dog is screwed. The scholarship is in danger of being cut off.”
“hahahaha… What about Crow?”
“My combat magic is at least decent, but I messed up the first period properly.”
“Really? Something is surprising I thought Crow was pretty good at studying.”
That’s right. I also had my own confidence until we gathered together to study, but once I entered the real world, this really didn’t go the way I thought.
“Hey. Why are you laughing and moving on without saying that to me?”
“hahahaha… Did I…?”
“It was just that laugh. I remember exactly.”
The two of you know how to play.
Yulia comforts the upset Rachel. I focused my eyes on Sharon, letting both voices flow in one ear.
Sharon lifted her head and looked at me, perhaps feeling my gaze.
“Why is that?”
“No, just. What did you do over the weekend?”
“Why are you curious about that?”
I wonder if you are Juliet. Of course, the odds of that happening seem very low.
“It’s just because I’m curious. Isn’t that something you can ask your friends about?”
“I only studied.”
“At home?”
“Yes.”
It’s just frustrating that there’s no way to confirm that that statement is true.
Still, I don’t think the time we spent together was meaningless, but compared to before, I feel a lot closer.
If it were the same as when we first met, he wouldn’t have responded like this.
Only cold short answers would have continued. Or just ignore it altogether.
Then Rachel, who was going ahead, stopped her steps and looked back at us and asked with a strange look.
“What is it? When did you two become so close?”
“Huh? You mean us?”
I heard that you became close after hearing that conversation.
To be honest, if it weren’t for Sharon, it wouldn’t be strange to think that we would have fought each other.
It wasn’t even that Rachel was making a fuss.
Even Yulia, who was next to her, nodded in agreement with her.
“Sure. It’s the first time I’ve seen Sharon give such a long answer.”
“·······.”
Ah, that’s the same for you guys.
Miss Sharon is cold towards everyone without discrimination.
Wait. Isn’t that it?
These two words mean that they are friendly only to me.
···That’s the softest thing.
In many ways, it’s amazing.