The Forgotten Creator's
Toothpick

Arriving at the 'Exercise Room'.

"Seeze everything!" in front of us stood a teacher dressed in a white shirt with black pants. "I was told by your teacher to test how high you are after learning how to manipulate where you are."

Long story short selected two people whose names are Baron and Fleym who are asked to show.

"Give up all your abilities so I can assess how far you have progressed. I only put one limit on it, which is that no one gets killed because it's going to be a real hassle for us." Message from the teacher.

"understand!" insist on both of them.

"Please start." Said the teacher.

Their fight began by showing the form of their strength. One pulled out a sword made of ice, and the other took out a burning bow. I instantly knew the iceman's uneasiness regarding his weakness after he took out his second sword.

"Why should that teacher take two disciples that are beneficial to the side?" Artex.

"He must have his reasons." My solute.

Now they start fighting. The ice threw both of its swords and ran forward towards the fire. The fire dodged both of his swords. Now his sword floated towards the teacher but it came to a halt like it was hitting an invisible wall.

Continue to the match. The ice rolls and the fire shoots five balls of fire. The ice immediately blocked him with the ice wall he had just created. Realizing that the walls would only melt, the ice immediately moved closer to the fire. The fire could only dodge from him while shooting fire arrows, and the ice could only run around thinking of ideas.

This time the ice flipped again its ice sword and the fire shot its sword and made its sword explode, scattering many grains of ice.

Then the ice backs up and makes another wall of ice. He was preparing a big bat and then hit the wall hard. He quickly replaced his bat with a giant fan and blew away the ice shards that were still falling.

The fire did not remain silent. He replaced his fire bow with a circle of fire that floated above his two palms. Then he spat out a fire that melted all the ice stones that led to him. As it gushed, he retreated slowly to adjust the burning time to the speed of the ice crashing at him.

Knowing his attack would be overcome easily, the ice made another wall and did the thing before. He continuously made walls and destroyed them to attack the fire. He is also smart he often shifts to the right and to the left to expand his attack area.

The fire was casually burning all the ice. But he had reached his limit where he could not retreat again until his back touched the wall. The ice that invaded it is now more and more and closes the running path that is to the side. To overcome this, the fire increases its fire range so that it can form a wall of fire.

The ice didn't give up just because of the huge fire. Instead he's getting faster doing the rotation of wake up and destroy his.

Now the state of bias is even reversed where fire excels against ice, now ice is the one who is corrupting the fire. The movement of the ice began to slow due to its very fast action. On the other hand, the flames that covered the existence of its users now began to fade.

Feeling very tired, the ice immediately stopped its movement and fell down. He could still look towards the front even though he was already exhausted and exhausted. While on the other hand, a large fire immediately disappeared and continued with its users who immediately fell without power.

"It seems like he was out of breath due to the loss of oxygen that had been eaten by his own fire. He couldn't get rid of the fire because it was being attacked from all directions that he finally fainted." Artex.

"Enough get there!" firmly the teacher. "Don't go any further!" then he took off his barrier wall and immediately ran up to the already-exposed fire. As soon as possible he immediately took her out, and the ice went straight back to the audience line and there was also a pat.

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After waiting for a few minutes, the teacher returned to the room and recorded some information in his notes. "The news in this class was the arrival of two new students recommended by Professor Elior. I want you to come forward and show me your abilities." Looks like our teacher isn't convinced by Elior's decision.

We who felt called rushed down the stairs and faced each other with the teacher.

"Say your name." Said the teacher.

"Artex." Artex Sahut.

Hearing Artex say a word, I followed him. "Den."

The teacher chuckled but did not mean to belittle us, "What is it true that you guys were born from a family without a clan name? I became increasingly unsure of the Great Master's decision. Just show me your skills so I can judge how well you're supposed to study at this school."

"All right," said Artex. "Then, what should we do?"

"Just do it the same as the previous student." Answer teacher.

"We've never fought before" I said. "So, can we talk in advance about what methods we will use to point our teeth? After all, this test is only to measure our abilities, right?"

"All right then, I'll allow it."

Then we kept our distance from the teacher and began to negotiate what to do. "Do you have any ideas about this? I honestly don't want to show them my skills." Artex

"I have two ideas right now." My reply. "Oh wait! Maybe there's another one."

"What is that?" ask Artex.

"First I'll throw a bomb and then I'll make a protector for me."

"Then what about me?"

"The bad idea. Then what's next?" His word.

"Maybe it'll be normal, but this is just to show you your special thing."

"Explain."

"I will cut your hand with the sword. Then you take your hand and put it into its original position to show your regenerative abilities."

"But wouldn't stabbing my hand be easier? Why should I cut my hand?"

"Good idea. But it would be more stunning if it shows things that are not commonly seen by others."

"yes too. We must not here show our weakness in order not to be expelled from this school. Then what's the third one?"

"I'm gonna shoot you with a shotgun like you saw in the book you read."

"For that I was forced to reject it because of my ignorance. We better use the second option."

"All right then." We finally finished negotiating. "We're ready, sir!" I told the teacher.

"All right, get your positions ready!" resolute teacher.

Already told to prepare a position by him, but we only made a distance of about one meter. I prepared my sword first, while Artex drank the potion and took off his uniform and threw it. Then he stretched out his hand

"You ready?" my many.

"When." The reply.

Then I slashed Artex's hands and let him fall. Then I reabsorbed my sword and immediately approached Artex to take his hand which was to be reattached. At first glance his hands had fused as before, except for his sleeves that were still torn and bleeding.

Then we looked towards the teacher. "That's what we're capable of."

The teacher who was focusing on observing us suddenly put on an astonished expression. "That's all?"

"Yes." Yeah." My reply.

"What's right!? If it was just a weapon, the Baron could easily make an ice sword without making anything. Even he can make a bigger one than yours."

"What do I need to do to get to the criteria?"

"Eitherway! Just do something interesting. Something that could make me dumbfounded, maybe." It seems like the teacher was angry at the ability I was demonstrating.

"Does it have to make you dumbfounded, too?"

"Yes, and quickly show me something else. I know Elior wouldn't recommend you if you weren't useful."

"That's it, just let him see it." Artex."Right now we are in a situation to do whatever it takes to be accepted here. Whatever it is."

"Y-yeah, that's it then." My answer. "Then, please give his protection to your own father and the other disciples."

"Hell up!" answer the teacher.

After feeling that the protector had been installed, I immediately put on a mask and made a fogging machine to smoke the entire area covered by invisible walls until no one could see into it. After that I immediately made many recorder machines that still use the dish as an intermediary for audio storage. I made a lot of dishes that contained the sound of explosions, whether it was made up by a certain system or that did exist in this world. Thanks to all the machines and dishes that I didn't know how to make, about half of my mana was left.

After all the dishes were installed, I immediately turned the engine one by one to give the impression that I was blowing things up in succession. All machines I play. Every time a disc stops spinning I immediately turn it back. I also added a speaker to enlarge the sound produced. Don't forget I added the smoke so this trick can't be noticed by people.

On the sidelines of my busy life, the teacher shouted at me. "Even, enough! You can end that action!" but I didn't pay attention to it.

After walking for about three minutes, I ended it. All the machines and the dishes I absorbed back so as not to leave a trace. Right after I cleared it up, the teacher came over and pulled me right out of the wall.

At the bottom of the stairs was a disciple who extended his hand towards the smoke. He raised his hand and immediately clenched his hand. Along with all the smoke that shrinks and then solidifies. His hands were still clenched and then he walked towards the outside window and took out his smoke solids. The moment he opened his fist, the dense smoke instantly spread out instantly and carried by the wind all the way up to the clouds.

"Alright, now I understand why the Master Teacher recruited you. But I still didn't expect. Especially you, Den. Aren't you Craftman? You can create a sword, at other times you can also create explosive magic. How do you explain it to me?" said teacher.

"I'm not making an explosion magic. It's just that I made an explosive device that I could load his ammo quickly. So the smoke is getting longer and more."

The teacher was silent for a moment after hearing my words. "Actually you're a descendant of a clan. Throughout history no one has ever been able to make an explosive device without a very long process."

I just kept my mouth shut so he wouldn't ask any further because I started to feel bad about being asked all the time.

Finally we were told to go back to the audience seats and called on other students to show their learning results.