In My Name, Unseal This Wand

At the Roth Empire embassy in Chaos City, Abbott was situated in a conference chamber with a dozen or so young magic casters, and he put on a serious expression as he said, "In the match tomorrow, we don't have to worry about the Advanced Imperial Academy, but we have to defeat Chaos School—that's a promise I've made before coming here. However, all of you have to keep in mind that these are friendly sparring matches, so do not harm anyone with malicious intent. Otherwise, it will reflect very badly on our Magus Tower."

"Those little brats from Chaos School can't even hold their wands properly. I can take care of them all by myself, so there's no need to worry about them. Also, battles are supposed to be dangerous; are we supposed to go easy on them?" Hank wore a dismissive expression on his face.

"Yeah, what if I unleash a spell, but I'm worried that they won't be able to handle it? Should I unleash the spell or not in that case?" George was rather perplexed.