The Road to the Summit (4)

-BOOM!!

The numb, buzzing sensation in the hand gripping his greatsword made Bertov grit his teeth.

‘She’s been targeting me from the very beginning…!’

Bertov thought as he glared at the infamous beastwoman, who kept swiping her claws at him.

‘Her goal is… to separate me from the rest of the group.’

Bertov’s magic weapon was a greatsword with a broad, heavy blade that measured two meters in length, including the hilt.

Bertov’s fighting style was close-quarters combat: he used wind-attribute formula magic to compensate for the greatsword’s lack of mobility, a trade-off for its destructive power. But no matter how much magic he used to compensate, there were inevitable limits.

The presence of comrades was what allowed him to overcome those limits.

The reason Bertov had not become Class C’s leader also lay in his fighting style. Because he preferred fierce close-quarters combat, he lacked the calm, broad perspective needed to survey the entire battlefield.

That was why Samala, Class C’s instructor, had chosen Janis Black, who had the lowest year ranking in the class, rather than its strongest student, as its leader...