The combat department is not as fancy as the research department; the graduation projects are simply two things.
Develop new combat techniques to either draw with or defeat your mentor by half a move.
The former may seem difficult, but there are actually loopholes to exploit. Changing the spell's output pattern counts as research, changing the number and arrangement of spells that are simultaneously activated and controlled counts as research, and even changing the final appearance of the spell's output counts as research. As long as it ensures that there are subtle differences from the research results recorded in previous generations, it can be called research.
Using a large magic bullet set to drive right in front of the question examiner... well, that's also a kind of research and development. It's just that the senior who was doing the fancy trick was pinned to the ground by the school's disciplinary committee after he left.
It is said that he was detained for half a year to reflect on his actions. After his release, he immediately sold the skill and made a fortune, then went into seclusion and lived a carefree life.
As for the other topic... although in actual combat, instructors who are several levels above their students will often go easy on them, the difference is like the difference in the amount of water a small stream can hold compared to a raging river. It is almost impossible to overcome. In the end, instructors usually propose a truce only when they see that the training is almost over.
...Occasionally, when you encounter someone who is brainless and smugly thinks they are too strong to talk back, the mentors will usually beat them half to death very carefully, and they will eventually start to doubt their existence.
Given past precedents, after confirming that Hiro was unwavering in his pursuit of the second project, we assumed he would be the last of the three of us to complete our graduation project. However, before we knew it, he had overtaken us in terms of progress.
"That's just how it is. It can only be said that perhaps it is precisely because he has a beast-like keen intuition and absorption ability that he is so well-suited to studying combat-related knowledge."
Ale sighed for a moment, then waved goodbye to me.
He had other things to do, and since someone was calling him, he naturally had to deal with them first.
I watched the crowd work for a while longer, but didn't really want to get involved, so I didn't linger any longer and walked out of the test site along the way I came.
Where should we go next?
Should we visit the group of quirky little fairies and devils in the Summoning Center, or explore the underground labyrinth to see if there are any scattered treasures that have been overlooked?
We can't just go straight to the research workshop, can we?
Before I could make a decision, I felt the lingering impact of something hitting the back of my head again.
However, compared to the previous two gentle caresses, this time the force was much stronger, and my head was buzzing. I could see starlight twinkling between the light and shadow.
A faint burning sensation came from my chest. I lifted my collar and pulled out the pendant that hung close to my body.
It was a small key suspended through a hole by a fine silver lock, which was now radiating iridescent light, and the gemstones inlaid on it were also overflowing with magnificent brilliance.
Yes, this is the material form of one of her authorities, given to me by my mentor, who calls herself the Omniscient Witch.
Its name is [The Library of All Things].
That is, the very library that is now placed in the center of my miniature garden, and that is constantly renewing itself.
Oh, by the way, this thing is also supposedly a surveillance device.
I didn't initially intend to take it. The title of "Omniscient Witch" sounds powerful and troublesome, and getting involved with her would definitely lead to bad consequences.
Before I could even utter a word of refusal, this ghostly woman appeared behind me in a flash, half-pushing and half-pressing me to sit down inside, while simultaneously chaining the key to my chest.
Then it became impossible to remove completely.
Even if I casually threw it away, it would come back on its own, almost as unpredictable as that woman, and it became my nightmare during that period.
Later, I got used to it. It wasn't realistic to find another teacher to be my mentor. Everyone who saw this thing assumed that I was already deeply bound to the witch. They hurriedly shook their heads and said that they dared not overstep the bounds. In the end, they could only go back and obediently bow their heads.
Now that the key has started to emit a rainbow light, it means the time has come.
I have very little free time left. If I continue wandering around, it will be the end of my life.
This is no joke. As the person she is closest to right now, I know that even if she were to completely shatter someone and scatter their fragments across the entire campus, it wouldn't be a difficult thing for her to pull them back together.
Aside from her occasional eccentricities, she truly deserves the title of "witch".
A special being with a bewitching appearance, bewitching charm, and bewitching nature.
Using probability as an analogy, the probability of an individual named "Yumi" being naturally generated in this world is one in a hundred million.
Therefore, the probability of naturally generating an individual named "Omniscient Witch" is infinitely close to zero.
Since she is universally recognized as "omniscient" and no one dares to question her, she must have some real ability.
I even had doubts about her true identity, but in the end, due to some unexpected events, I had to let it go.
In short, I made some mental preparations and reluctantly moved step by step to the door of my nominal mentor's workshop.
The hunting dogs lying in the yard probably heard the approaching footsteps and looked up. However, after confirming that it was me, only one of the younger ones ran over and sniffed me a few more times before rolling over and acting cute. The rest of them calmly lay back down and yawned leisurely.
It can only be said that well-behaved big dogs that can speak are rare, especially long-haired big dogs with good temperaments, silly and cute appearance, and smooth fur that makes you feel good to pet.
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