The Magic in this Other World is Too Far Behind! Vol. 7 [Parts 1 to 7] by Gamei Hitsuji

Author:Gamei Hitsuji
Language: eng
Format: epub

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After the destruction wrought on the arena during the first match had been repaired, the second match was just about to start: the problem child with her chuuni powers at full throttle, Io Kuzami, versus Slane Zolnuf of the Elite Twelve.

Zolnuf was a young man who appeared to be about the same age as or slightly older than Aerith. His rusty red hair was smoothed down and he had somewhat elegant features, but the perpetual smirk on his face detracted from his charm. If anything, he looked superficial. He also appeared to be a mage just like Aerith, and carried a short staff in one hand.

Both he and Io Kuzami rose to the arena without any sort of ceremony. And the one to take the initiative in the war of words before the match was the latter. She wore her own smirk as if to say she wouldn’t lose out to Slane in any way, shape, or form.

“Now then, are you supposed to be my opponent?” she asked. “Aren’t you quite the seedy-looking bastard? For them to send the likes of you against me... This is an insult.”

“I hear you’re the hero’s companion, but aren’t you getting a bit too cocky? If you say too much, won’t it just be all the more embarrassing when you lose?”

Slane replied with a sneer to Io Kuzami talking down to him. As one would expect of a member of the Elite Twelve, he had the discretion not to get riled up over someone joking around. But Io Kuzami didn’t particularly seem to care about having her taunting turned back around on her, either.

“Me? Lose? Not so. The one who shall be getting a full-course tasting of the dirt of defeat in this arena will be none other than yourself.”

“That’s some confidence you have...”

“This is not confidence. It’s simply knowledge of the predetermined—that which you know as fate.”

“You have a lot of nerve to say something so conceited. Who the hell do you think I am? I am Slane-sama of the Elite Twelve, you hear?”

With Io Kuzami’s increasingly impudent claims, Slane gradually became more irritated. Though he was speaking glibly, his tone grew somewhat sharper. He even resorted to proudly bragging about his position, but...

“As if I care. To me, you shall simply be the bastard with the receding hairline.”

“You fucking bitch! You’ve got that weird cloth wrapped around your neck and you’re gonna fucking make fun of my glorious hairstyle?!”

“Stop there, peon. Did you just insult the heroic muffler of love, bastard? Very well. I shall take extra care in personally showing you the very depths of hell.”

The flames of rage were ignited in both of them upon having their styles insulted. It sounded like an extremely petty squabble, but the audience was getting into it. It was easy to take sides in a simple dispute like this, and the crowd grew noisy as they started shouting rather inappropriate encouragement. As she was rather blatantly disrespecting the Elite Twelve, the booing for Io Kuzami was fairly expected.

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