The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

The martial arts field was like a large, heavenly battlefield with dry soil. Surprisingly, it even has an audience seat with VIP seats.

"There's such a splendid martial arts field at the School of Magic."

When Almark looks at Wendy in surprise, Wendy nods.

"It would be amazing. On the occasion of the annual martial arts tournament, there will be many guests, including King Galai."

"Does that mean letting them fight in front of the king?

"Yes, so it's a great honor to win."

Wendy changed from when she wept in front of Almark yesterday, acting as bright as she always does today.

"It's the first time this year that we're in the junior division because we're only in the third grade."

"Heh. Besides martial arts competitions, this college has such competitions..."

"Hey, shut up, new guy!

Torque shouted so as to block Almark's words.

"Keep quiet until Dr. Bowen gets here!

"Oh, sorry"

Almark apologizes and then whispers softly to Morgen, who was next door.

"Torque looks a lot tingly today."

"Because he has so much pride in martial arts. He's strong, but he's a violent fighter, and he doesn't want to fight."

Morgen shrugged his shoulders and made him look sincerely disgusted.

Recently, a disappointed physique teacher came in.

"You're all here. All right, let's start the class. You've got a new face in this class. Of the embedded students, Almark, was it? I've heard a lot about you from the Dean of the College. This is Bowen, a martial arts instructor. Say hello."

"Please"

As Almark bowed his head, Bowen nodded.

"I have good eyes. You're gonna be strong.... first tour everyone's practice. You'll find out how soon."

"Yes."

Almark nods.