Chapter 9: Countdown
It had been a month since I started intently preparing for the admissions test with the help of Professor Heerlein.
The meetings took place early in the morning before Professor Hasfeldt got to work. Thanks to that, I became a perpetually exhausted lump of flesh.
Heerlein taught me Combat Magic about once a week. I already had some training and stamina from taking down low-level Magic Beasts, but her way of combat was more refined and sophisticated.
“I keep telling you this but you’ll be fighting against another student for the practical. You can’t fight them the same way you normally would against a Beast, alright?”
It was weird. This was a school for learning how to take down Beasts so why were we supposed to battle against each other?
Were some Beasts anthropomorphic...? The only ones I’ve encountered so far were reptilian or amphibious so I wasn’t certain.
“Okay, stay sharp. Let’s see how much you’ve improved from last time.”
Heerlein pulled out a scroll from her robe. I say scroll but it was more like a roll of paper about a meter long. Mages of the Earth Magic variety tended to use such lengthy ones.
“Manifest, High-Grade Golem Riot.”
Shortly after Heerlein recited the spell, some gym bro-looking golem with an insanely pumped torso emerged. It looked human in an imperfect, awkward kind of way.
“I thought it was supposed to be man-to-man. Why don’t you be my opponent, Professor?”