Training Diary
Day 3
Mr. Usato told me so I decided to write a diary.
Today is the day I was reborn. If you write this down, it might look just right, but it's actually like being scared away by Meena and finally standing at the starting point with Mr. Usato's help. Still no different from what I call a cowardly, cowardly lad, and I am not satisfied with the training Mr. Usat says.
But I finally started.
The life-saving corps Mr. Usato recommended, I was really worried if it was a good place to go. Whatever, it's where Mr. Usato belongs, wouldn't it annoy someone like me to come in? When I think about it later, I just imagine that. If you ask me, that's why I only know that someone who is Mr. Usato's master is a horrible person or something, but what about it actually? If I were to try to have a pale hope, I would like Mr. Usat's harshness to be the harshness of the person now. I know that's hopefully brittle and shattering.
Let's write about training.
First of all, the training was tougher than Meena's bullying.
I understood exactly how much Mr. Usato handled me in yesterday's training. He's lying about acting or something, but maybe that must be one side of Mr. Usato, too. Because I don't think that guy who's so yelling and spreading grumpy teething and grumpy even when he's not watching is acting. The healing magic after being rolled over every time I made a mistake and cursed and stomped on, what kind of act is it from this stream, honestly the expression of conscience and enthusiasm thrown somewhere at the beginning of the training.
Mr. Usato was a monster during training, Mr. Usato was a human other than training, and in me, Mr. Usato was in that position.
Now I'm keeping a diary, but this is how I'm just writing makes my hands tremble. I don't have any problems with my body, I'm more in good health because the healing magic is working perfectly. This tremor must be from fear, the difference between Mr. Usato's good and evil backgrounds makes me more anxious than ever.
I can't stop trembling when I think I'm thinking about my plans for tomorrow's training behind that smile, and now I can't stop trembling on my legs when I think how much disrespect for Mr. Usato in his warm state sounds for tomorrow's training.
No, I don't have the strength to write anymore.
Training day three, diary, ends here.
Day 4
Immature and immature
I passed out in the hallway with one hand in my diary.
This is my first experience of passing out with a pen reaching into a diary with one hand. Mr. Kyou's rushed voice was very strong and memorable.
Let's get back on our minds and write a diary.
Today's training began with a curse.
Usato said I have a very low endurance. Even so, it seems to be a constant human endurance, but in Mr. Usato's aspirational healing wizard, my body is equal to paper, so much so that if the head of the lifeguard beats me, my whole body will be shattered as it is. To that end, I trained today to take measures in conjunction with training in magic.
I was finally feeling the magic, so I was feeling the response.
Now I thought I could use the healing magic steadily.
Different.
It was too different.
Yesterday, I felt like I had been newly started or something, but I would correct that sentence. It wasn't even starting. The feeling of magic in the first place was in itself the beginning of Mr. Usato's full-scale training in healing magic.
Training is more demanding.
Cursing is more intense.
And most importantly, I was optimistic before the training because the training itself had changed, and I was dying.
New training is something that just avoids magic bullets. Training with the idea of reversal that since endurance is a weakness, you don't have to hit the attack to make up for that part... but...
That guy's healing magic is too misused.
Why are you throwing it at me with a magic bullet?
Rather, why are you throwing magic bullets at that guy?
You're absolutely born of the wrong race. That guy.
It's more than Meena's balloon speed, but that guy.
What kind of training is he supposed to fight?
And for some reason, if I hit him, he'd blow me away with a magic bullet, and if I hit him, he'd yell at me and say, "I'm not taking it," and I can't, and he grabbed me by the chest barn and said, "I was a fist!! You're just as good as magic bullets yet!! 'Or something like that. I can't say anything when the vegetables say it back.
It's a healing magic magic bullet, so there's no pain or anything, but there's only shock, so it really sucks to feel like the part you hit got hit.
But I'm also a healing wizard, so maybe I can.
I'll give it a try.
I couldn't.
I should have come to the idea that it wasn't like flying with my arms in the first place, and that it was the only thing that that guy could do at the point where I could get all that shock with a magic bullet that weighed nothing in the first place.
That guy, how powerful is he really?
Of course, the training didn't end here.
Except for a break to restore Mr. Usato's magic, he was forced to avoid magic bullets all day long.
I think this training is really about to be ridiculous. I'm not tired. If healing magic hits a caged magic bullet, it recovers only the amount of magic it contains, so it can keep moving. Besides, I can feel more magic than I did yesterday because I don't mean to, but I'm hitting most magic bullets directly, so the healing magic is constantly being exercised on my body.
For that matter, it seems that Mr. Usato's magic drains fast and by the end of his training, his magic was almost exhausted.
This one is also depressed like my heart wore out, not my body. I've heard in class that mental status affects my body, but I think that's exactly what I'm in right now.
I don't show any interest in anything anymore, and I actually feel like I don't care where I am when I'm writing this diary. Around the thought of how to survive tomorrow's training rather than fighting Meena anymore, I'm pretty sure it's in a pretty bad state.
No, you can't.
I don't know, but I can't.
I'm going to bed today. Journal, over.
Day 5
Last day of training.
All I could think about was training.
I don't care about all the wild horses in sight, all the people who were annoying me.
I ran, blew it up, yelled at me, blew it up, blew it up, blew it up, yelled at me, avoided it, blew it up, blew it up, blew it up, yelled at me, how much I gave back, blew it up, beat it up, kicked it up, blew it up, ran away, avoided it, did that repetition all the time and the day was over.
In the end, Mr. Usato's unleashed magic bullets could only be avoided by counting.
Usato said, 'Was it too much...?' And I'm whining, but enough is enough for me.
Thank you.
Mr. Usato.
And be prepared.
Meena.
It's not personal, it's not revenge, it's not revenge.
In order for me to cut off your cause and look forward, as a member of the Lifeguard Corps, to line up next to Mr. Usat. And this is something I haven't even told Mr. Usato, but I think this battle is to distinguish him from those parents and the abominable house. Don't get caught in some magical good or bad anymore. To start my own life, I... I won't give in anymore.
Defeat Meena.
Bet everything you've cultivated and bust him.
………
Read that far. I closed the diary that had fallen open in front of Nack's room.
And I thought. When healing magic training is something that even people turn into ghosts, a boy who even thought he was weak a few days ago has now turned into a boy who deserves that sharp glance.
"Are you okay with this...?
The boy has already gone to battle with Meena.
I'm heading out now myself, but it's not hard to imagine what will happen to a mock fight of fear for a girl named Meena that will happen today.
"... I'm sure Usat can handle it. Yeah."
Even if I get hurt badly, Usato can do something about it.
He nodded in a real escape mood, and after putting the journal in his hand on his desk, he began to support Kyou and Satsuki as they waited in school.
The battle between Nack and Meena takes place today.
Me and Amako stood in front of the entrance to the bustling school for students. Nack and I broke up a while ago, and Burlin left a message at the stables. It's a decision because you can't take Burlin, a monster apart from Knuck, who has a game, into a large crowd of boulders.
I was stunned when I told Amako why I didn't bring Brulin "I could take that into consideration..." but forgiving I forgive him with a healing magic decopin. Amako, who suppresses and extinguishes his forehead? I don't know.
"Usato!"
"Oh, here we are."
I have a grudge. I'm staring at you with my eyes. When you're gorgeously through Amako, you call me.
When I look towards my voice, I see Senior Kazuki and Kazuki walking over here. The reason we've been waiting here is nothing more than waiting for Kazuki with the seniors.
I hadn't seen him all my training with Nack, so I was worried that seniors wouldn't like it, in a casual way, and I wanted to see him apart from that.
"Hey, Usato. Should I say it's been a few days?... What's wrong with Amako?
"Usato made me angry -"
"It's been a few days! How was Kazuki, too?
"Oh! Sounds like Usat had a tough time too!
Amako was trying to get help from a troublesome person, so he greets Kazuki at the same time as he obstructs him. Are you listening to me from my senior year, Kazuki comes with a nice refreshing grin.
You're as refreshingly handsome as ever with a dazzling smile...
"What happened to you?
"This one's over here, in the big library or something. I was practicing magic... doing what I could just do here. I really thought Usato was with me... but I couldn't help it because of the circumstances."
"I think you're busy with Knuck's training, too, so don't interrupt as much as you can. I was trying not to see him."
"You did... I'm sorry I distracted you"
But good.
Though acting, don't show me the curse of imagining my Rose. I don't know for myself, but it looked horrible to the Kirikhas.
"What about Mr. Welsey?
"She said she needed to talk to Mr. Gladys. Maybe it's something to do with the writ?
Sure, it's been over a week since I gave you my brief, so maybe it's time to come to a conclusion. When I got the results of the letter during the training, I thought it was a glitch, but I don't know if it would be safe to be greeted today without anything.
"So shall we go? It's still early."
"I've never been there before. Let's go."
"I'm awesome at how the kid Usato trained you to fight"
What I'm going to see is a mock fight between Nack and Meena.
I've trained enough in the last five days to fight, but there's nothing more I can do. Later, it depends on Knuck's own strength.
"... Amako, what are you doing? I'm leaving you...?
"This... I will never forgive you... I will not forgive you..."
Absolutely, it's too big of a decopin.
I couldn't help it, so I resented him. I lifted Amako, who was still coming to see me with my eyes, and walked alongside Kazuki and his senior. I know it looks like a surreal sight to walk around holding a hooded girl aside, but that kind of gaze doesn't bother me either since I've been getting tired of training knacks here.
"Usato-kun, is Nak okay?
Seniors have asked me that even though I was surprised to see Amako being held but still being held.
"It's okay. I think I did everything I could."
"Does that have to do with the gaze around looking at you...?
"... well"
You noticed so fast, you seniors.
I smile like a lump, and when I look around, all the students I see turn away from me sassy. What is that reaction, am I a dick or something?
"It means you've done so much training to surprise the people here!
"Oh, oh... I don't know if it's awesome. They trained me. [M] Don't just look me in the eye saying that seniors have found something that looks interesting like that, too. Even when it comes to my training, I only do plain things like running, avoiding magic bullets..."
"You say things..."
Shut up, you little fox.
With a grin that is nothing more than a laughing kazuki, I shake Amako loosely with at least revenge and all I hold.
Get drunk, get drunk! My senior stares at me and Amako with surprise when I'm shaking them with that in mind, and realizes that they're staring at me.
"You've been close to her for a long time."
"Huh? Well, we were pretty much together."
"Together, together..."
The senior, who was walking a little while ago, turned around once, and then suddenly turned around and looked at me with his fingers tangled between his hands.
"... jealous, don't... me"
I think a senior who is a beautiful girl who deserves the word "pity" is a graduate in the original world without a relationship between a man and a woman. In fact, I am confident that I will also fall... if I was a senior in the original world.
"Oh well. So, Kazuki, what were you doing practicing magic?
Even if you are now a maiden, your regrets will not change.
Go through the hardened seniors as they go up and down the aisle with Kazuki.
"Hmm? Right. I've been trying to figure out how to make that easier to use when I hit it before. It wasn't easy to concentrate on the operation."
"I can't even unleash magic. But if you look at it another way, you might be able to solve the problem in an unexpected way.
"Please wait a minute!!
As I walked happily talking to Kazuki, my senior, who remained solidified behind me, suddenly grabbed my shoulder with a momentum that seemed to get gassy and phonetic.
What is it, a pain in the ass?
"There will be more reactions to do!! Are you dead or what!?
"You're going to be rude. If it's not intentional, I'll be around every now and then. [M] You're in love in a flash."
"It would be more rude to get it done with 'Oh well'!? I am a beautiful girl!? Light it up more vividly!
"Notice how bad it is for you to be aware of it..."
I'm also allergic to saying beautiful girls myself, but in fact, it's amazing that this person can't be denied because she's a beautiful girl no matter how anyone sees her. But I'm not going to be so handsome as to hang on to a visible trap, and most importantly, its regrettable face is funny... it's different, it's different, it seems like I was going to be sadistic to my heart while I was becoming Rose.
Take a little deep breath and let the senior's hand come this way and stand still.
"Yes, yes, I'm thrilled. Is that all right? Well, let's go first."
"Ugh... what a humiliation... I feel more S than before without a heart..."
Dye your cheeks bright red and let the roaring seniors walk and follow me.
Then Kazuki smiled even brighter as he watched how it was going.
"Ha, I knew seniors and Usat were close. I feel safe watching."
"... well, I'll be safe with both of you."
Answer that without denying his words.
Even if they say it's a twist, I want to be honest at times like this.
... Shit, now my face is hot. I knew I wasn't going to say anything that wasn't even in this pattern. At least keep your face down with your hands so you don't look like the amako you're holding while keeping your senior forward.
"Usato, what's wrong? Keep your face down... did you even grow a horn?
"I'm calm. With your extra words."
I wonder what kind of monster this fox thinks I am.
Because horns don't grow because they're human, do they?
The training ground was full of students.
A simulated battle between the two students has already been held in the center of the training ground within the boundaries of the Quartet, watching the battle in such a way that the students surround it.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!
"Now I win!!
"Heh, is this what it is"
Having dropped Amako off on the spot, I can see the two students fighting within the boundaries of the Quartet more clearly because they approached me looking for a place to watch the game slowly with my predecessors.
Both of the fighting students have wooden swords in their hands, and with the roar they play a different magic on each other. The seniors, who watched the simulation with interest, looked back to me to see if they thought anything of it.
"I knew it was like this in a wizard's mock fight. Not like Usato-kun or Halfa-kun."
"There are few physical wizards like me in the first place, so this one's more normal."
Mr. Halfa is a martial arts technique using the preface of the Devil's Eye.
I left it to healing magic and physical ability to push. [M]
In my case, it's barbaric enough that it doesn't matter what the fighting method is, but at this point it would be wrong to measure it by the standard of a normal wizard.
"I hear there are quite a few ways to fight with magic and weapons. You don't really see bare hands like Usat on a boulder."
"Ha, because I don't need a weapon or anything in the first place"
I don't really need a blade for a lifeguard. [M]
Now that I've mastered a new technique called healing magic bullets, I don't need an increasingly normal sword or anything. Rather, I came to the idea that the blade didn't fit me because of the modern feeling and the feeling of using a wooden spear that I used when I fought the snake.
But I thought I wanted a little cage hand like the one Kirija uses.
Otherwise, it's not like I'm walking around looking for the right place to watch the game with that in mind. A familiar grey-haired boy calls out to us as the students notice us walking in a strange gaze.
"Gentlemen, you're in line."
"Hello, Mr. Halfa"
"Did you come to see the mock fight, too?
I greet Mr Halfa, who is approaching me with a soft grin.
I saw him several times during his training with Knack, but I wonder if it's since day one of training that I met and talked to him?
"Yeah, I like these things, so I came to see them.... I'd really like to join, because my opponent will decide and abstain... hahahaha"
"... well, yes"
I think you're just horrible after all the steeplechase...
In fact, there were a lot of occasions when I was fighting Mr. Halfa. Too bad I laugh bitterly at him for flattering my shoulders, but I move to where he was earlier.
"You look good here. Strangely, there's no one here anymore."
"Yeah, it's easier to see Mr. Usato coming."
...... What kind of a way to say that I am frightened by the students around me. You're not, are you? You're freaking out about Mr. Halfa, aren't you? You're scared of a steep attack!? When you pull your cheeks together and look around, the beginning and end of being distracted and distanced once again.
"Hey, I'm not convinced..."
"What did you really do? Obviously, there's a fear caged in my eyes to look at you."
"Oh, don't you know? Mr. Usato is here. - Ugh."
Immediately turn in before Mr. Halfa, who was about to slip his mouth, and tell him in gesture to stand and quiet his own index finger.
Are you all right? Successfully conveyed, I turned to my senior with a clear face, satisfied with him bluishing and nodding his face.
"There was nothing here, was there?
"... yeah, there was nothing"
"...... dubious!? All of our current interactions are suspicious in many ways, and what the hell did you do while we weren't seeing each other?
You couldn't delude me. Seniors come stuffed with rough breaths.
I knew you weren't the kind of person to mislead with a force push, but what am I going to do...... Kazuki suppresses seniors who cram into me before trying to figure out what to do with them. [M]
"Let's not pry too much. There's one or two things you don't want to know about Usat."
"Gu, mmm... yay, sure..."
I don't mind if I find out, but I've never been over something I don't know.
Mr. Halfa spoke to me this time, thanking Kazuki for keeping his heart down, but trying to turn his consciousness to the mock warfare.
"... Usato. What about her...?
Ahead of his gaze is Amako standing behind me.
"Hmm? Oh, I don't know what this kid feels like, a fellow traveler."
"You have similar magic to me. But no, white magic appears to be gathering in your eyes, more advanced than I am from the senses?... I also saw her during Knuck's training, but what the hell is she...?
"... hmm"
"... No, if you don't want to say so. There is no other magical difficulty with the demonic eye, because I understand it best."
Good guess and helpful.
Because Amako's predictions are magic specific to the Beast Man, so anyone who understands them will find out in one shot.
But Mr. Halfa's demonic eyes are amazing. I only look at the magic of Amako's eyes, and put on a perfect hit. Maybe he's even wearing a demonic eye similar to prediction.
"Let's change the story. I'm leaving a message from Kirikha, because she wanted me to tell her if she saw Usat and the others."
"From the Kirikhas?
"When we're together, there's going to be a lot of physical inconvenience, so I'm here for you somewhere else."
"Oh well... thanks. Tell him."
"No. Normally, it's a pleasure to myself that she doesn't try to rely on humans to deliver messages like this."
Was it also some kind of change in mood - Mr. Halfa's words coming through looking at me as I nicked.
Are the Kirikhas watching somewhere else... because unlike Amako, hiding their faces will tear them apart soon. It's a little shame we can't see it together, but we can't help it.
But I don't know what time Knack's mock fight is, and from what I've heard in the morning, it should be a short while because I haven't heard that many participants are in this mock fight.
The battle taking place in front of me is going to be settled soon, so I looked around the training ground to try it out, and I saw a brunette short-haired boy and a characteristic twin-tailed girl lined up near the entrance of those leading to the training ground school building.
Oh, there he is.
"That's a knack. And there's this Meena."
Did the seniors find it as well, looking at the two in line blinking their eyes.
As for me, I was worried that Nack would be scared of Meena in the simulation production and not move dull, but as far as how he is now, I don't think I need to worry. Whatever, she's next door. She's talking something to Knuck like she's blatantly provoking him, but the Knuck at the time is staring at the place where the simulation is taking place without making it slight.
The results of the training, rather than the secondary effect of rubbing the mind, may have worked in a good sense. I felt a little overstretched, but this turned out to be O'Rei.
"Come on, all you have to do is take that kid down."
The bell rings at the end of the simulated battle.
Meena with two students leaving with cheers and a new nack and silver shield standing on the battlefield.
From that good look on his face, he also looks relieved to have the absolute defense of a shield, but it hurts me to lick too many knucks.
It's not just healing magic that cures people in the first place, let alone she's the only one who has put the healing magic of Knuck in that shape. I don't know what that means... I'll know for myself. Anyway, I can't exercise healing magic on other people. I haven't taught him the moves of not hurting someone called a healing punch. If you do poorly, you could be seriously injured by the attack of a bareback knucklehead.
"That's why I'm here. So do it to your heart's content, Nack. Neither the flirtatious parents who abandoned you nor those who mocked you can catch up to you now - no one can keep up with your speed."
Let us see the fruits of these five days of misery at this hour.