The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

Sarasa Vargard and Cecil Ribom were born and raised in the same city.

Sarasa's house is a tool shop.

Cecil's house ran a blacksmith.

The two people, who lived in and were close to their age, were together, mainly in the 'black market', where blacksmiths hissed, no matter what they did from an early age.

Sarasa the Drawing Idea and Cecil the Active.

Sarasa, a rusty blonde elf, and Cecil, a short redhead Dwarf tribe.

He disagreed with character, appearance, and race, but rather it worked in the right direction.

Cecil became a whip slapping the horse's ass, and Sarasa always played the reins.

At one point, Cecil said.

Succeeding to the home blacksmith, I said I'd make my parents feel better.

Admit to the Adventurer's School in order to obtain a blacksmith's license.

I confessed that innocent aspiration to my number one friend.

He said it was a dream he had been thinking about ever since he found out he had the profession of [Blacksmith].

"Sarasa, why don't we go to school, too? Sarasa will succeed the tool shop. So, let's boost our city's 'black market' for two."

Cecil invited Sarasa.

Cecil is the blacksmith, and Sarasa is the tool shop.

The two of us boost the 'black market'.

If I could do that, how nice would it be?

I thought so.

But I wasn't sure about Sarasa.

Sarasa is a [Scholar (Professor)].

As a tool shop, I have no more natural talent.

But she was confused.

To my own power......

But still, Sarasa decided to take the Adventurer's School.

Sarasa didn't like leaving Cecil any more than she did about the tool shop and the city.

And at the age of twelve, the two left the city for the first time to enroll in the School of Adventurers.

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"Something's suspicious. Hey, this billboard."

What Cecil peered into was a plaque erected on a branch of the street.

There's 'a lot of bandits. Take a detour to the mountain route'.

That's a very friendly bill.

But, honestly, Cecil wasn't young enough to believe.

Brown skin specific to the Dwarves, greasy eyes.

Tuntung and sticking red hair are said to be 'lava heads (Volcano)' among the species.

Tall compared to relatives, she has exquisite proportions.

Besides, it was naturally exposed due to the heat.

That limb would catch your eye, even if you weren't a bandit.

"What do you think, Sarasa?

I looked back to my big best friend.

White skin completely opposite Cecil.

Unlike my best friend who works out, this one has a soft rounded body that is feminine.

Best of all, it would be the chest that catches my eye.

It is reminiscent of the fruit that was fruitful in deflection.

Despite the lack of enhancement, it had sufficient [charm] attributes.

A cool breeze swept through the woods, shaking blonde hair stretched out to her shoulders.

At the same time, the eyes behind the round glasses were dripping powerless, and the pale green iris was shaking.

Eventually I open my heavy mouth.

"I have a bad feeling. It's blurry..."

"Yes, Sarasa has a hunch."

"I'm sorry. Always unclear..."

"It's okay. Never mind."

"But, Cecil,"

"Hmm?"

"I have a very bad feeling... I feel like we've met very well."

"What is it... Sounds interesting."

Cecil makes her eyes shine.

When I looked at my best friend, who glowed her eyes like a child, I thought, "Shit."

I withdraw in haste, but Cecil's curiosity, once burned, does not subside.

"It's okay, Sarasa. You know I'm pretty strong."

Certainly Cecil is strong. (It sounds like Cecil, not Sarasa, from context? Sorry if it fits)

Simulated warfare exists for all professions in the Adventurer's School exams.

I went to a dojo in the city for that reason, and Cecil's sword arm is the number one in his generation.

I can't handle magic, but my master also praised me for the muscles of the sword.

It was only with Cecil's arm that a 15-year-old girl was allowed to travel alone.

But the actual battle isn't sweet.

"Ahhhhhhh!!

When quickly surrounded by bandits, Cecil was wounded.

He is slashed wide on the back, and the bloodshed dances.

The girl who fell to the ground, smothered, lost much consciousness of the pain.

We have to help!

Sarasa reaches out.

But approaching my best friend retreated to escape the foolish bandits.

Cecil's figure leaves.

The only ones that come close are the bandits with a guessy grin.

"Hey, hey! Stay away from me! Cecil!!

Reach out.

But my best friend isn't coming to help.

On the contrary, I feel like my eyes are losing more and more luminosity.

"Whoa. Don't leave your friends and run away. Hey......"

One man points the tip of the blade at the fallen Cecil.

It's obvious what you're trying to do.

"Ya, stop..."

There are tears in Sarasa's eyes.

I stopped my leg and reached out.

But the cutting edge is ruthlessly shaken down.

"Ghahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

Cecil's screams echoed in the mountains like she'd never heard before.

Consciousness awakens, and like crazy, my best friend rumbles around.

The sea of blood spreads further.

"Stop... Stop...... Cesi...... Cecil... Shin."

It was a powerless protest.

Cecil was a brave man to Sarasa.

I admired it.

I wanted to be like that again and again.

"Mi, don't look!!

But I'm still the same.

I can't do anything without Cecil.

I just grew up with all my breasts and stayed a weak girl.

So I just have to scream like this.

That was my weakness.

"Somebody! Somebody help me. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

I just screamed in the back of the mountain like this, and no one's coming.

Coming would be about a bandit who responded to his voice.

Sarasa looked up.

In a bright blue sky, the sun shines with sore eyes.

And birds......

No...... No...

It's not a bird!

People!!

Dunn!!

In the next moment I noticed, the shock sound was shaking the air.

It was Sarasa and the same old boy who showed up.

I don't let my hair in for a while, I get a harsh look on my face and scream.

"Get down!!

Actually, no boy's voice had reached Sarasa's ear at this time.

I was just surprised.

Obviously a boy my age.

But the haunting air was more overwhelming than any human being I've ever met.

The boy had a head for some reason.

Notice first.

It wasn't Sarasa who was lying down.

He was a bandit.

Then the boy holds up Sarasa.

[Storm bubbles]

[Wizard] Magic.

I don't know. The boy starts on the soles of his feet.

Then he jumped up like a dragon.

"KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

Your body keeps moving away from the ground.

To what I don't understand, Sarasa had to scream.

If you notice, the blue sky is 360 degrees wide.

The bandits under his eyes were as small as worms.

Sarasa looks up.

I saw the boy's face.

Pink black hair like wet feathers.

Black eyes as sharp as a god.

Yet still a young face, somewhere like an angel......

I felt my face get hot.

Then the boy laughs.

Dodgy.

My heart was spotted.

Because I felt that way.

But no.

When the boy raises his hand, he brings in a dark cloud.

In a merciless voice, I chanted magic.

[Thunder penalty]!!

Moment after moment, what Sarasa witnessed was seven blades of light.

Fall to the ground at high speed.

I skewered the bandits.

[Wizard] Intermediate Magic -.

What magic it is. Its nature is……

[Scholar (Professor)], Sarasa, could not be appraised under certain circumstances (""), but she could see intense magic swirling around the boy.

Control seven bandits in an instant.

"Wow...... In one blow..."

Head up, Sarasa just has to admire it.

When I looked softly at the boy, I also looked at the girl with blue eyes that were about to be sucked in.

Strange eyes.

Inclusiveness that seems to cover everything.

Strength that on the other hand is likely to swallow all of that.

The boy was combining conflicting atmospheres.

I feel like we've met very well.

Sarasa realizes what she said.

Moment after moment, my heart pulsed "dodgy" again.

This was the meeting between Sarasa Vogard and Russell Singh Stark.

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"Cecil! Cecil! Hold on!!

A girl named Sarasa called.

But the results are not fragrant.

Cecil, who seems to be my best friend, is barely breathing.

It was a miracle to be conscious.

From the back and shoulder wounds, the blood keeps dripping.

One side of the area had already become a sea of blood.

Sarasa opens the tool bag in front of me.

I took the restorative medicine.

poured into Cecil's mouth.

"Ohh! Ooh, ooh!!

Instead of swallowing recovery pills, however, it results in spitting blood out of your mouth.

I guess I already have blood in my stomach and lungs and even have difficulty swallowing it.

Then Sarasa put it directly on her back wound.

But the wounds won't block. The blood didn't stop either.

Still, Sarasa won't give up.

Take the primary healing medication and try to put it on the wound or include it in the mouth.

But...

"Oh no..."

Finally, there was a tear in Sarasa's eyes.

Teardrops start to soil on Cecil's skin.

It is a classic in the hero Tan that a knight is brought back to life by the tears of a maiden.

but a miracle never happened.

"Give it up, Sarasa"

"No! I can't give up! Cecil is! Cecil is! He is my only friend!!

"Right. Okay, I get it."

"What have you figured out!?

Sarasa says pissily.

I took the question badly and calmly, and answered it in a vexatious manner.

"Cecil is important to Sarasa. Don't get me wrong about that. I told you to give up on your healing pills."

"Huh? Well, how! No way. By magic? So, but... you're sure [Wizard]."

"I'm not the Wizard."

[Villager].

"What...?

I sat next to Sarasa.

Put your hands on the lying Cecil.

Eventually activated the magic of [Cleric (Cleric)].

[Archangel Blessing]

A bright white light enveloped Cecil.

Then the injured body begins to regenerate.

His back and shoulder wounds were clogged and his earthy skin returned to life.

"Great Recovery Magic...... No - sure [Cleric (Cleric)] but it should be the top skill...... How could you? [Wizard] You..."

"I told you. I think I'm a [villager]. Look, my best friend is awake."

Cecil's lid lifts.

The greasy iris glowed beautifully as polished.

"Sarah...... sa......?

"Cecil!

Sarasa held him reflexively.

I have a big tear in my eyes.

I called out my best friend's words many times and whimpered.

On the other hand, the best friend doesn't know what happened.

Though Kyoton, he continued stroking Sarasa's lustrous hair.