A Grandma's Intuition

Gather; all those who have chosen to remain! Those who decided to safeguard their admission, on the other hand, may depart. As the several troops began escorting pupils back to the academy. Anselm reached deep within a bush and extracted an open bundle of short wooden swords.

Okay, everyone, grab a sword! The rules for the final exam indicate that the first one hit during the one on ones is out. Your unanticipated classmates are no longer your alley's, but your adversaries. You'll have to compete against one another, that is, if you wish to get a higher score on your entrance exam's.

Alright, let's get this show on the road! First up, Stella Harlow, against, Rosa Lane, well then ladies, shall we...

Rosa towered over Stella, standing at a height of six feet. Stella, on the other hand, stood at a height of five feet. Rosa dived downwards and wined back her arm as Stella rushing towards her.

Stella draws closer, narrowing the distance between the two. Rosa, on the other hand, propped her arm forward once Stella was a few inches closer. Stella's left leg was immediately targeted by such a strong hit.

Rosa's lustrous, long black hair could be seen streaming through the breeze as she made contact. Rosa's sole thought before making touch was, "closer." As though she was waiting for Stella to breach a particular threshold.

Rosa's blow was visible, leaving a lingering crimson picture on Stella's lower leg. As their battle came to an end, both sides' gazes locked. As a result, a well-known rivalry was formed.

Okay, everyone, we'll move on to the next contest. These ladies may return home and will discover their fate on the day of orientation, which is two days from now. Those who remain and are not partnered against another participant will have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

They will either confront yours truly or another soldier; if they do not, they must opt out. The bouts went on until just one person remained. Dallas is the lone individual. After observing that everyone else had fled the field, Dallas was motivated with determination.

Okay, boy, will it be myself or another knight of your choosing? Anselm, if I recollect properly, you claimed you were one of the best. Is that correct? That wasn't the only thing I stated back then, but if that's what you got out with it, yeah.

Having the chance to compete against the best, even once, does not come easily. Because you claim to be the best, I'd like to have you as my opponent. Then, when I win, I'll be eligible to claim, "I defeated the best."

These days' kids have a lot of spunk. So, let us get started; it's my pride vs a child's drive. Uh, Anselm, I've been wondering, the admission exam didn't have many rules. So, is it okay for me to utilize magic?

This youngster is very unique; he appears to approach nearly any circumstance with his brain's highest level of cognition. For example, not as many children were as liberated from the tyranny of the examinations. Even though the regulations for the exams were not disclosed, and just the scoring method was used, there was not enough innovation exhibited today.

That is also why I chose to enroll as many pupils as I could safely. However, when I saw how this child truly utilized his head out there, I became enraged. Or, more accurately, I hoped I could have had such a rival while I was a student at this institution.

Hey boy, you mean you could use magic all along, but didn't? Yes, but that's because while the exams were taking place. I made a questionable amount of decisions that I thought would be counted against me.

"Sure, you can, because no matter how much you want to defeat me, it can never compare to genuine strength." As Anselm finished his speech, the wooden blade Dallas held became enveloped in a bright green magical circle. The blade was coated in firmly compacted soil as the circle scaled it downwards.

Forge unknown symbols could be seen on the magic circle until the sword was completely covered, and vanished. Once Anselm saw this, he couldn't stop himself from engaging in combat. With the wooden sword he held, Anselm leapt in the air, delivering a barrage of jab positioned midair.

Unfortunately, each jab was blocked, and Dallas didn't appear to have moved out of his position. Anselm dashed towards Dallas and unleashed his most powerful attack in order to confirm something. Despite breaking the earth surrounding the sword, the impact may not have sent Dallas flying backwards.

What's the name of the trick you've got there? Combine it with the fundamentals, and Anselm, I don't think you're ready for me to utilize magic. Those are heavy words for a child who hasn't even gotten into the Academy.

Although I grew up with magic, some people, including you, may dismiss it as nonsense. If life comes looking for me, I will return its gifts! Its offerings, however, will harber the lives of those who have come before! Internal Flame!

Words?! How could words elicit such fervor?! And now, my body refuses to move; it's as if my body can only focus on the heat. What is this kid up to?!

Crap, Grandmother Judith warned me that this would happen if I cast this spell. IS MY BLOOD BOILING, if I don't get to him soon...I'll pass out, and he'll die from heat stroke.

"REACHHH!" Dallas threw his blade forward and deactivated the spell as he said those words. I think I've used up all of my Mana.

Dallas noticed two things just before passing out. One of them was when his sword hit Anselm in the face. Then there's Judith's face, followed by a warm familiar sensation of comfort.

Judith felt compelled to check in on Dallas after he cast Internal Flame. Although it may have been much more than just urge, well, for the time being, call it a Grandma's Tuition, if you will. Fortunately, they both awoke the next day after receiving emergency attention....