I Have been Reincarnated As a Lazy, Arrogant Noble, but When I Destroyed The Scenario Through Effort, I Became The Most Powerful With Extraordinary Magical Power - 87.1

Chapter 87: Snowball Fight

“Gentlemen, be meticulous with the spells around King.”

On the rooftop of the urban training facility, amid heavy snowfall, Coco, who previously never even bothered to brush the snow off his head, had something resembling a cigarette in his mouth as he spoke.

“King” referred to the snowman I was currently building. I carefully attached its hands, nose, and hat, just as instructed, although it probably didn’t hold any significance.

Finally, I added the defensive spells.

Around me were upperclassmen whom I didn’t often encounter in my usual days with the lowerclassmen.

This was a class that also served as a bonding event.

We were the Blue Team, and the opponents were the Red Team.

And this was the Noblesse-style Snowball Fight.

“Weiss, are your hands okay? Should I warm them up with my hands?”

“I’m fine, Cynthia. Thank you.”

“Let’s win for sure!”

As representatives of our respective teams, Professor Coco led the Blue Team, while surprisingly, Milch Sensei led the Red Team.

By the way, leaders among the upperclassmen had also been decided.

And here…

“Let’s give it our all, underclassmen!”

It was Eleanor from the Witch Sisters.

Embarrassed, she shouted with a flushed face.

But the underclassmen, who were watching the finals of the competition, responded with mixed, indescribable expressions.

As for the leader of the opposing upperclassmen, it was none other than Sierra.

…Can we win?

Well, I knew how incredible Eleanor was…

By the way, Alan Squad and Cecil Squad were on the other side.

The underclassmen complained about the imbalance, but according to Milch Sensei, the answer was simply “Be quiet.”

It seemed we were expecting answers that involved calculating the military power, but that wasn’t the case.

Nevertheless, Coco also said, “Well, it’s reasonable.”

Was there a balance-breaker among us?

But this was a class similar to one in the original story. When you fight only with your classmates, quirks and commonalities emerge in their actions. By adding upperclassmen and underclassmen, it introduces randomness into the movements.

A lesson designed to prepare us for whatever might happen in the future.

In simpler terms, it was a snowball fight with swords and magic.

By the way, Coco, who usually had a lazy demeanor, was now brimming with enthusiasm. I recalled him saying that he had read a book about the Knight Corps during a previous class.

Yeah, that was pretty straightforward.

“Don’t bring personal matters to the battlefield. Even if they’re upperclassmen or underclassmen, don’t hesitate to throw snowballs at them.”

“Yes!”

But we were all hormonal teenagers, easily influenced. Looking at the opposing team from a distance, Milch Sensei seemed to be saying something, but everyone had pale faces.

Ah, it might have been better to be on this side today.

“Alright, Eleanor, please say a word as an upperclassman.”

Coco left behind a lackluster statement and Eleanor stepped forward.

By the way, there were approximately ten “tayuntayuntayuntayuntayuntayuntayun” during her speech, just so you know.

“Uhm, well, big sis likes this kind of stuff, so don’t hold back, okay? Let’s all do our best!”

And so, it was a word that did nothing to boost our morale.

But the moment Eleanor raised her right hand, something “tayunted.”

Thanks to that, the guys rallied together.

“Yes!”

The rules were simple.

You had to destroy the opposing team’s king, in other words, the snowman.

However, since defensive magic was applied, it wouldn’t be easy.

So, what should we do?

Just like during volleyball, we needed to infuse magic into the snowballs.

And if you got hit by a snowball, you were out.

Whether to prioritize taking out the pieces or the king depended on each team’s strategy.

But it wasn’t just the snowballs; you could use snow for anything.

In other words…

“Five seconds until the match starts, five seconds until the match starts.”

Before long, the magical bird’s announcement rang out.

By the way, instead of the usual jet-black outfit, it was replaced with white, camouflaged so that it would be easy to miss without using magical perception.

Well then, let the fun snowball fight begin.

First, under Eleanor’s guidance, we moved around freely.

The match was a best-of-three, with the team winning two rounds declared the victor.

“Cynthia, Lillith, please protect the snowman. I’ll go first.”

The match began, and I moved away from the group alone, gathering snowballs.

Using my Dark Eye of Observation, I aimed at the enemy team who thought they were hidden and threw snowballs from a distance.

“Eeek! I got hit!”

“Wait, what!? It’s Weiss! Take cover!”

I managed to defeat two of them, but the third snowball shattered in mid-air. My magic construction must have been lacking.

This was indeed good practice for casting magic from a distance.

“Quite… well thought out,” I mumbled.

Just as I felt relieved, a huge shadow approached from the sky.

Startled, I moved away, but it was a large snowball.

“As expected, it’s you.”

The one who had thrown it was Karta.

I knew she excelled in magic cannons, but could she do the same with snowballs?

However…

“It seems loading the next ball takes time.”

“Eh!?”

Using teleportation magic was allowed.

I rushed up to the unnatural wall in the sky and threw a snowball at Karta’s face, but it hit Tayun instead.

Impressive, Tayun.

But I defeated Karta.

In the background, I could hear the students cheering. They must have collided. I had to hurry.

Next, a wall of muscles stood before me.

“Weiss, this is years of resentment!”

He was about to throw it with a pitcher’s perfect form.

Baseball wasn’t part of our culture. His instinct was commendable.

However…

“I’m not a batter.”

“Eh? Ouch!”

There was no reason to wait idly. I countered by smashing his face with a snowball.

If this were baseball, I might have been hit by his fastball.

Afterward, upperclassmen and underclassmen came at me, but I easily defeated them all.

Finally, I aimed at the snowman and threw a snowball.

It had considerable speed. If it hit, it would pierce through the defense magic…

Kling! Unfortunately, next week again!

But the one who returned my snowball was Sierra, holding a snow sickle…?

“Isn’t that… a bit unfair?”

“With snow, anything goes, Weiss.”

It seemed Milch Sensei heard my words and said, folding her arms.

And then, in the next moment…

“Alan destroys the snowman! Team Milk wins!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

Sierra taunted me happily.

…Damn, I was frustrated…

I had somewhat sensed it, but I now fully understood the rules.

Once back in formation, I explained this to everyone.

“I see, so that’s how it is.”

“…Professor Coco, didn’t you know?”

“I’m pretty laid-back.”

I won’t say anything more.

In the second round, I generated a snowball in my left hand and a snow sword in my right.

“What’s the plan for this round?”

“Let’s go together, Tayunoa!”

If Tayunoa suggested it, then let’s go with that.

As we advanced together, Sierra went wild along the way.

“Goodbye!”

Her snow sickle blended in with the background, making it completely invisible.

It seemed she had infused quite a bit of magic power into it, and the guy she hit writhed in agony.

However, Eleanor had somehow appeared in front of her.

She grabbed Sierra’s snow sickle with her bare hand, and it melted away.

This was corrosion magic.

“What are you doing!?”

“Isn’t this a bit much…”

Then the two of them, surprisingly, started throwing snowballs at an unimaginable speed.

Although I thought Eleanor was a power type and slow, that wasn’t the case.

She also seemed to see Sierra’s attacks clearly, dodging them all.

“Amazing, as expected of the Witch Sisters.”

“How are we supposed to intervene in this?”

“Ah… can’t really do anything, huh?”

Everyone was mesmerized. I found myself stopping in my tracks as well.

But this was a chance.

I hurriedly aimed at the king and this time…

Alan stood in my way.

“I won’t let you, Weiss.”

“Alright, bring it on. Second…”

He generated a snow sword like mine.

In the next moment, we clashed swords.

But only my snow sword chipped slightly.

Upon closer inspection, the snow had frozen a bit.