The Incompetent Witch's Attack Skill Acquisition Meeting
"This is the first time it's swelled up like this since I got my tooth pulled."
How does one hurt themselves with their own ability?>
It hurts before it even hits! And beyond that, I'll die! An ability where if you think it'll hit and kill you, it does just that. Normally, you wouldn't feel any pain even if it hits, right? Seeing me freeze up in position just from looking at the person about to strike made Grand Duke (Change) let out a sigh.
B-but... Isn't winning without getting hit the whole point of a fight? I muttered to myself about how if only I had a sword, scratching at my chest.
Anyway—today was a relaxing weekend with no lectures. Everyone except the graduating class gathered to talk about the "incompetent witch with zero combat ability." Honestly, I felt a bit wronged. Sure, I suck at fighting, but it's not like I have no skills.
Now, before I can even bring it up, everyone reads my face and says, "If only you had a sword, right?" It was pure torture. I train my stamina diligently, but no matter how hard I try, swinging a sword with this female body is impossible. If I trained steadily for about three years, maybe, but then I'd be held back for three years, wouldn't I? For someone cutting back on workout time just to keep up with studies, it was brutally harsh.
Still, thankfully, everyone understands it's not that I truly can't fight—it's because I'm kind and gentle.
....Well, putting it nicely. If they said it harshly, they'd call me a blabbering pushover and incompetent troll. I know that too. But still, with an ability that makes imagination reality, writing a name in red could kill someone. Isn't it normal to feel burdened? Handing a world-ending switch to someone who's lived mana-less, swinging a sword and training their whole life—it's normal not to handle it.
"Wahhh, I gotta escape dead last in this finals."
Born a Witchcraft, yet your academy goal is escaping dead last... Other witches would wail if they heard.>
"I've already heard it so much from my unicorn senior that I'm sick of it."
Watching the nobles chatter about me, it was clear I was already infamous among them as the ultimate incompetent idiot witch. I just wanted to make Mom happy, but greedily aiming high turned me into the family disgrace. What a bizarre tale.
"Who will comfort our wounded mother's heart?"
Who saves the people hurt by the daughter teasing?>
"That's karma! Even I can't do everything!"
That shamelessness is pure Witchcraft genetics.>
"Ugh, nobles should converse as intellectuals—why fight...? Fighting is bad!"
Regrettably, higher titles mean fiercer spirits. And it's always the underlings who die.>
"Then isn't my mom a good person?"
At least to witches, she's a fine queen. But with a princess like you, problems might arise.>
"...Dissatisfaction with succession sparking a witch revolution...?"
If that blows up, call me. Write a will early and I'll seppuku to escape.>
Grand Duke (Change) muttered he didn't want to see the apocalypse. Knowing he'd slaughter every witch but me for loving his child more than witchkind itself, I felt Mom's love—deep and vast as the ocean. Tears of the unfilial child streamed down my cheeks... I'll work harder to be a better kid.
Which part you, you lunatic...?>
★★★
"Thanks to my friends gathering on the weekend, I hereby convene the 1st Incompetent Witch of Our Class Attack Technique Acquisition Meeting!"
"Waaaaaah!!!!!"
"Having friends who treat my problems like their own... I'm so blessed."
This is where you get? Your sensitivity is overflowing?>
"You're reeking of friendless vibes, so it hits home—tears are flowing."
"Honestly, I had no friends besides Beatus either..."
For various reasons, we loners whose only friends were here shared a moment of sorrow. Grand Duke (Change) looked like he had tons to say but decided to respect true friendship. Definitely not because butting in would get him group-beaten.
"First off, Wiyu, give up on close-range attacks. If you're worried about your own power, learning standardized magic that fits regulations is quickest."
"Chanting magic, right?"
"But witches who chant get called half-assed morons. You're already the Witchcraft failure—add chanting, and your mom might flip and burn the magic tower."
"Why the magic tower...?"
Witches didn't need chanting. So doing it screamed "I suck!" It stemmed from jealousy toward transcendent beings unbound by hierarchy or circles—culture born from same-field rivalry. Mess with places with history and tradition, and answers appear.
"Watch—gather mana at your fingertips, chant "Petit Fire," and a tiny flame appears like this."
"Got it!"
"But you don't even need to gather mana or chant."
"True."
I followed Beatus without chanting "Petit Fire," raising my finger, and fire sparked naturally.
"So, trust your tough body, mimic opponent magic, and counter—wouldn't that work?"
"I want to, but I'm dumb."
"You didn't have to say it outright—that's harsh."
The ability to manifest imagination into reality means nothing without imagining it first. Her own imagination was the limit, but this regrettable witch's head was so full of stubborn nonsense beyond flower fields that her power barely hit 10%. Plus, hating fights and pain, she cowers before starting. What can you do?
She had the guts to counter when attacked and courage when needed. But bursting a senior's balls and killing a classmate once made her too scared of her own power.
"I get hating fights, but learn self-defense at least."
"Fair..."
"No, more than that—don't normal people curious about magic they can use hit the library for grimoires?"
"Does this one lack even magic dreams or romance...?"
"W-well..."
Born mana-less, doomed to stay that way, she'd never even glanced at magic. Now able to use it? No drive, same reason she couldn't wield her ability.
"Then, since you're tamer league with familiars, spirits, why not go spirit line?"
Kali suggested summoning fight-replacement friends if she couldn't fight. Necromancy for skeletons fits witches, but Wiyu's scale? Unpredictable, so skipped. No spirit kings or top spirits now—upper spirits her limit, safe choice.
Issue: Witchcrafts scare spirits off contracts.
Then non-spirit realm spirits work too.>
Grand Duke (Change) spoke of souls in mountains, rivers, plants, objects called spirits.
Since it's come up, time for advanced lecture.>
"""Wooow~"""
The basic unit of this world's power is mana.>
Centering mana: divine, spirit, demonic, yokai (mystic) paths to strength.
Those four are like attribute conversions but higher. Innate or bust—divine from gods anyway.>
"Ahh..."
Most train magic power, that's enough, Grand Duke (Change) nodded.
Overlords at pinnacle—beyond demigods, fight gods. Their power: Seven Heavens.>
Even non-overlords glimpse it briefly. True ones wield freely, he explained.
Divinity, Akasha, Fighting Spirit, Yin Demonic, Ars Magna, Astra, Aether... Mine's Aether. Fancy name for Hell Air.>
Plus one secret mystic makes perfect "star" balance... No need to memorize, he droned on. One alone matches him. Heroes need it minimum to fell evil gods—innate potential. Eyes sparkled.
Witches, due to uniqueness, rarely "born with it."
Wiyu's got all eight.>
"Potential, right?"
You saw—unconsciously spamming them.>
"No, I have potential!!"
Anyway, Grand Duke (Change) said my top-tier body calls any spirit. Told for future knowledge, but hurt my heart today too. Great witch talent? So what... I'm a guy... No attachment to power vanishing on revert.
Maybe this mindset weakens me? I wondered.
"Then, use that power to raise spirit beasts, create new spirits?"
Well, yeah.>
"I prepared too!"
What?>
"""What?"""
This Wiyu Witchcraft... Never acts like helpless chick. Shocking everyone, she revealed secret self-efforts like Harden.
Shoulders perking at expected reactions, she recited library knowledge.
"My summoned outer god, Sephiroth! Research says wisdom god."
Wait, hold up.>
Too complex, didn't grasp fully. Surface enough—gods grow trees like Nurture God.
"Left spirit beast with Sephiroth to raise!"
...Second gen? Book mention "Tree of Sephiroth"?>
"Title was Tree of Sephiroth, so asked."
Foolish acts should fail, but her scale turns to catastrophe. Grand Duke (Change): Sephiroth's Tree is "world tree" here. Your mom's burned one's nicknamed "just big tree."
"...Sephiroth. How's my spirit beast?"
Asking Sephiroth sweating, polishing cups furiously.
Smiling god opened door, showing tall youth: bark skin, afro/chest hair of leaves, lantern jaw. No spirit beast trace—male dryad? All shocked stiff.
"Th-the spirit beast I planted and raised... is this...?"
Even reverting, tone it down—ugly as Spotty's truth. Fed blood, bought nutrients broke, squeezed Nurture Goddess—my lovingly raised spirit beast this? Seeing trembling shocked Wiyu, others thought deep wound.
But maternal explosion at her cherished life's growth—Wiyu cried.
Sephiroth quietly teared up at heartwarming scene. Fulfilled role perfectly, employer—proud. Other three brains fled, frozen timeless. Wiyu hugged grown world tree.
"Livestock home all grown, didn't notice—but raising direct? Even guy feels maternal surge."
Please, that bullshit is genetic.>
"But, pouring love into child-like kid, sending to fight? As parent, no."
Seriously deciding to ditch spirit summoning. Astral: guy but call mom, pruning hair. Beatus, Kali turned from reality.
Elves crave world trees— this form okay?>
Absent divination prof's heart shatters like empty wallet. Claim world tree? Only high elves believe—and they'd reject. Witchcraft's cruel abuse overboard, they'd rage.
"Mommy!"
"Letter to Mom: grandkid born!"
Stop, please!>
Don't escalate!!! Desperate, clinging legs wailing duke. Hell lord pride? Trivial. Twisting body for world peace today too.