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"Isn't that the famous poet Homare Arisugawa?"
"Why is he carrying a frying pan around? Doesn't he suck at cooking?"
The two bandits laugh.
"Well, whatever. Let's rob him."
"Why don't we just kidnap him? His family is filthy rich."
"Good idea! Make sure we set some kind of antimagic barrier though. Wizards can't do shit without their magic."
The two bandits crawl under the bush, carefully listening to Homare's footsteps and humming.
Then they jump at him.
"Cast Iron!"
BONKITY-BONK!
The bandits smash into the ground, unconscious. They're bleeding out from their noses and mouths with a few teeth missing.
Homare towers over the bandits with a bloodstained frying pan in a hand. "You bandits never learn, do you? This is why you are commoners while I am a genius. I always learn and devise new spells." He swings the frying pan. "I have just given you a taste of my newest spell: Cast Iron. It is a metal elemental spell no other wizard can imitate."