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conversations.value:  However, Rod had an abundance of magical power, and he utilized that power to create a small army of flames to fight for him. “Charge!” At Rod’s command, the army of flames rushed Misha.
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conversations.value:  Her expression remained unchanged, even though this was the first time she’d seen Rod’s Flame Troops.
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conversations.value:  “Eeeeeeek!” A high-pitched sound, like nails on a chalkboard, resounded across the field. At the same time, every single one of Rod’s thirty fire minions exploded. Misha didn’t move.
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conversations.value:  “Huh? !” Rod, who’d gone into the match full of confidence, couldn’t help but lose his composure. However, he faltered only for a moment and called up a fresh batch of minions. “Charge!” The exact same thing happened again, as if we were watching a GIF loop. There was the strange sound again, and once it stopped, all the minions were gone. Misha had crushed the army of flames.
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conversations.value:  “So this is your wind magic.”
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conversations.value:  “Indeed.” Unlike Thane, Misha’s wind magic was a rare offensive sub-type. She used magic to attack through sound, which had earned her the nickname Siren. “This is annoying, isn’t it? Well, I’m not going to change what I’m doing.”
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conversations.value:  Rod summoned his army for a third time. “Charge!” The army charged again. This was the annoying thing about Rod’s magic; he had so much power that he could just keep making more minions, no matter how many times Misha struck them down. Furthermore, Misha couldn’t get close to him with the army in the way. There was another reason she was sticking to defensive tactics. Unlike me, Misha had absolute respect for the royal family. I was sure she would rather fail the exam than take the initiative to attack Rod. “This is boring…” Rod snorted after his minions had been eliminated for the third time. “You’re not fighting seriously, are you? Are you trying to go easy on me?”
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conversations.value:  “My blade is not worthy to be pointed at the royal family.”
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conversations.value:  “That attitude is far more disrespectful to me than any blade…”
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conversations.value:  “No matter what you say, this I cannot change.”
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conversations.value:  “In that case, I’ll force you to fight me for real.” Rod created thirty minions again, but this time, the soldiers surrounded Misha. “You really won’t stop holding back? Well, I’ll make you’ll regret that.” He snapped his fingers, and the minions started to explode one by one, setting off a chain reaction that engulfed Misha. Rod laughed arrogantly, but then—
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conversations.value:  “You’re…unscathed?” The flames dispersed, and there was Misha, smoke swirling around her. “A wind barrier? But…that shouldn’t be enough to block out heat.”
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conversations.value:  “I used a vacuum rupture.”
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conversations.value:  “Eh? !” The same principle as a thermos, in other words. By creating a vacuum fault line in the space around her, Misha had been able to shut out the heat. “Heh… Interesting. I wasn’t expecting that.
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